I'm Done

Morgan's POV

I woke up super late, just realizing how much I loved a comfortable bed.

I opened my eyes, flinching the second they landed on Azriel, just casually lounging on my bed, watching me like a fucking creep.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and my heart practically jumped right into my rib cage.

“One would think you had reflexes. You just let yourself go and sleep? You're not scared of anything?”

“How did you get in here?” My eyes went straight for the door. I swear I remember locking it.

“I walked in? That's obviously how I got in here.”

Then I spotted exactly what he did and rolled my eyes, unease filling me.

“You mean you broke my door.”

“That too.”

“You'll fix that door.”

“I'll think about that. Go freshen up, you're coming with me.”

I rose properly, my robe slightly slipping. My breasts were almost fully out. Of course he looked right at it like a depraved bastard. I ignored it.

“To where?”

“Somewhere.” So now he wasn't going to tell me? I was willing to listen to him before but now? Especially the way he was staring at my breasts and making my nipples harden? I had to change my mind.

“No. If you let me cum, I will follow you anywhere.”

A smile assaulted his features, and I almost let out a deep groan.

“Are you begging me to fuck you, Morgan?”

I shook my head, eyeing him, wanting him as I proceeded to lie hard.

“Not at all.”

I roared within me. Why did he sound so good in the morning? It was going straight to my core. My pussy came right alive, throbbing and hungry. I've not been this starved in this while. I couldn't believe this was all happening to me.

“Well, you don't have options. I'm not asking, I'm ordering you to come with me.”

I settled back into the bed, resting on my high pillows, trying to taunt him with my jigging breasts.

“You'll have to give me my orgasm then.”

As expected, his eyes followed, hunger flashing through them. Good to know I wasn't the only one starved.

“You're quite shameless, Morgan.” He caught what I was doing, but I didn't care, I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Would've never gotten me this far.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips.

“You mean, under my rules or…”

I shook my head in pure discomfort.

“You're such an asshole. Thank you by the way, for the chambers.”

I couldn't understand Azriel very well. He's the type of villain to give you good sex, to make you forget you're mad. If only he was disgusting and ugly.

“You're very welcome. I hope you like the place? I instructed them to make it very comfortable.”

“I don't know what to say. I like it, it's comfortable, yeah.”

“Still won't let you come though.”

You see what I'm saying? He's worse than a psychopath.

“If you won't, I'll do something you'll regret.” I had plans, and I was definitely going through with them. Again, he'll never win. He might think he's in charge for now, but he won't be in a couple of days, I swear it.

“I don't care, my queen.”

“I'll also make you pay for Caden's death as well.”

“All of a sudden you care about him? He can't get you to cum now. I saved you, he could've never helped you.”

“Right, sure.”

I got up from the bed and decided to try one last time. Under his watchful gaze since Azriel couldn't be discreet while staring at a woman, I let my robe slip off me, and onto the ground.

I watched him eye my breasts, then they dipped, straight to my cunt.

“Like what you see?” I asked, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. All he had to do was stare at my cunt, and it would get swollen.

“Yes, she's sexy and beautiful. She's so fucking hot I could fuck her all day.”

I almost rolled my eyes back in my head.

“Then come get her. Come hurt her.”

He side eyed me.

“Tempting, except I don't trust a woman with revenge plans.”

I frowned deeply. Surely I had revenge plans but not right now?

“You make me sound like a lousy whore. I'll get you back for that.”

He just shrugged his shoulders like he was the most unbothered he had ever been.

“So you won't come join me? Really?” This time true panic was evident in my voice.

He rose from the bed and headed right to my broken door because he's crazy and can't just knock.

“Meet me at the front door.”

I genuinely couldn't believe that just happened, that I was just rejected by a man.

I swear it was the first time I threw myself at a man and he didn't take me. I was rather offended, and if I wouldn't stop being stupid horny, maybe humiliated too.

I soon got dressed in something nice, I even wore light make up and did my hair right. For the first time in days, I adored my face. I stared at the mirror. I'm so pretty, gosh.

Then why in hell, did Azriel reject me earlier? He's really getting on my nerves and under my skin so badly, i can't even attempt forgiving him at this point.

What's even worse? Expecting compliments when I did indeed find him waiting for me by the front door of my own palace and he didn't even take a second look at me.

I still can't believe that I care about what he thinks about me. Isn't that fucked up?

He took my hands though, intertwined it in his and for the seconds they were that way, I was blushing internally. I'm so happy to be the one he's with right now.

I might just be in trouble, a deep trouble of my own doing.

We soon arrived at the location. Apparently it was some sort of meeting, and I met the pack council there.

Obviously I've been at loggerheads with them because I've barely listened to any of their suggestions on how to rule in the past, considering the fact that they actually did something I didn't appreciate when I came into power.

Now, I'm certain they weren't excited to see me. I felt the same way though, but now that Azriel just made me sit beside him in their midst…what the hell was he doing now?

It was a round table, and I immediately whispered into his ears because well, I could.

“What's this meeting for?”

“I sat you at the table because I knew you'd be bored at home, so I wanted to make you feel like you matter in the grand scheme of things here. Are you grateful to me?” His smirk was wide and disgusting.

“Excuse me? That isn't even what I asked.” At this point I was used to the humiliation he fed me day and night. He should keep it up until it's my time to shine when he least expects it.

“I don't give a fuck, my queen.”

I saw red.

“I swear if you–”

He suddenly grabbed onto my hand from under the table and squeezed with his, offering me some delicious warmth.

“If you behave, I'll take care of you when we get back.”

Fucking bastard. I behaved. I shut up, and I survived through a meeting I no longer had a say in. They were discussing my pack affairs without me. It truly couldn't get any crueller than this.

He absolutely didn't take care of me when we got back. He didn't get me to cum, he didn't even look at me. He just told me to go to my chambers and in his exact words’ ‘get lost.’

He lied. He fucking lied. I'm done.