Man Of My Word

Azriel’s POV

Just as I was headed back inside, thinking of how to negotiate with those stubborn council members, I heard a storm outside.

It wasn't the biggest, but it wasn't that small either. My new subjects gathered in their number in my throne room, full of protests. The guards did their bit, but a huge number of them were angry.

I've neglected my pack for a while for this, and I was still trying to adapt to the consequences of my well done revenge.

I walked in and settled into my seat, and they seemed to calm down by a large range, but it wasn't all that quiet. I wanted to know what was happening, so I asked.

“Okay, let us all calm down. One of you, speak to me.”

One of the men stepped out, looking the most mad, and maybe…hurt.

Words couldn't describe the level of anger. It seemed like they had had it up to throat level, and they couldn't take it anymore.

“Dear King, we've come here to solicit for help.”

“Go on.”

I gave him the go ahead to continue as my brows furrowed, curiosity already eating me up.

“All has not been well ever since the unfortunate demise of our gamma,”

No one knows I killed that bastard. There was no way I was letting him top that heartless red haired devil before me, or even after me. So he had to die.

“Without his thorough protection, our lives have been in danger—”

“What?” I couldn't relax into my seat anymore. Danger?

“Yes, King, rogues have been attacking us, house after house, farmland after farmland—”

Another man suddenly shouted from the crowd, conveying nothing but pure frustration in his voice.

“Even though the ex queen was terrible, at least we had security!”

Another one cut in smoothly.

“Yes, he just got here and we are already getting attacked, this wasn't what was promised!”

Most of them roared in unison.

It's either I've failed or they are at their limits. I can't remember the last time I've been this verbally attacked with deficits. It was hard to process, beyond shocking even.

At one point I was just stuck. Well, Caden should've thought about how important he was to his pack before he dared have eyes for Morgan, simple.

I didn't regret killing him, just in case.

The main one tried to calm the rest down, clearing his throat to speak again while I watched, trying my best to control my anger, even though I understood their concerns.

How was I supposed to know about that? There are much better ways to handle this. In what world would they have dared do this to Morgan? Seems they have forgotten so quickly, that she's explosive, and I'm not.

They seemed to have forgotten how I did the takeover, and it seems they needed a reminder sometime soon.

For now, I needed to win these lost ones over. I refuse to hear that Morgan was a better ruler than me. That's fucked up.

“Please ignore them, king. So far, you've done an amazing job, we just need rescuing from these problems.”

“I will look into that—”

“We need a new gamma.”

“I agree—”

“Our lands are being threatened. At night these rogues come in and steal our crops. It's a nightmare, they beat up whoever they find.” I soon understood the gravity. At this point, they wanted security or nothing.

“Noted.”

I was definitely going to do something about that, but they seemed invested in fixing the problem on the spot.

“We are ready and willing to enlist, a temporary one will be needed. We are ready to fight back…”

I spotted Morgan in a corner as my eyes landed straight to her as though it knew she was there the minute she appeared there.

Her smile was the widest, the fucking prettiest.

I bet she was currently feeling on top of the world, very victorious, but not for long.

To the best of my capabilities, their cries were heard and we came up with a solution. They finally agreed to go, all smiles this time. That was really tough for some reason.

When I started heading out after they left, she came out of where she was, her pretty smile still on her enchanting face.

“Such a respected king.” She started off when she got to me.

“Thank you, Morgan.”

I didn't give in to the fact that she was gloating and making flat out mockery of me. I just began heading for my room, but it seemed she was doing the same as we walked in quietness.

“Why are you following me?”

She wore thick confusion on her face like I was asking her the most stupid question she had ever heard in her entire existence.

“Don't you need my help?”

“You'll help me?” I sounded a little more hopeful than I intended. Of course she had to rain on my parade.

“Pftt. No. Why would I? I want to look through the balcony as they are leaving. I miss looking over at them whenever they come here, my ex subjects.”

I let out a heavy sigh. Morgan will eventually drive me insane with all of her.

“And what makes you think I'll let you into my room?”

“You incapable king. I can't believe I'm even letting you talk to me.” She shook her head like it was so pitiful, and it made me mad.

“You better shut your silly mouth—”

And she was gone, she ran straight for my chambers. I wished she would stop wearing those flared dresses that hid her curves and big, gorgeous breasts, but I also loved it. She was my property, so she should stay covered.

I didn't stress running after her, although I wanted to, but that would only get me hot and bothered even more. Since I spotted her in the throne room, let's say I've been restless for a woman I want to get perfect revenge on. How fucked up was that?

When I walked in, she was lounging on one of the seats, watching with longing in her eyes, I almost felt like a bad person.

But I wasn't, she caused all this upon herself, and she chose the wrong person to bully.

It's always the beautiful women that turn out cruel. It's always my heart that takes the brunt of it.

She causes fires, she spreads chaos, but you can't really ignore that face.

Red, long luscious hair, the most beautiful pair of eyes, the smoothest skin, the nastiest, most evil character, such a demon.

You can't ignore the way she looks at you with raw anger in her eyes, but your stupid cock doesn't give a fuck. It wants you to make her a mother.

I tried to ignore it.

All that means nothing, because I will not stop until I ruin her completely.

It's not a shocker that I was once invested in wanting her to be mine in school though, I mean have you seen her?

Let's say the true reason why I let her have that moment outside the balcony was because I wanted to ask for her help again. This would be the last time she'll humiliate me.

When she was done, she took the seat opposite my bed, drowning me in her. She didn't even have a single idea.

“So, let's have that discussion.” She even crossed her legs like it was some serious business meeting.

“About?”

“You need my help with the council. I'll help you.” At this point I couldn't trust her as she's already said that, but she did seem serious.

“You will?”

“Of course yes, I love helping people, but…” She wore that sly smile, and I soon knew something was amiss.

“But….?”

“On one condition.”

I wanted to break something.

I knew it. I knew she had something up her sleeves. Infuriatingly, the close proximity was driving me insane, I just wanted to carry her and throw her on the bed, then do very wicked things to her.

I cannot wait for this attraction to die down so I can really make her miserable. She's all cocky now. Definitely not for long.

“What do you want?”

“If I must help you, you'll give me back something in return.”

I had to admire her skills.

“Oh, I see. How fantastic. I like the way you bargain. Tell me, what do you want? It should be reasonable.”

She put a hand to her chin, pretending like she was thinking when she absolutely was doing no such thing. Then she let it out.

“Some of my lands. I want my properties back.”

My countenance dropped. She had to be out of her mind.

“That's not happening.”

She shook her head like it was bad for me.

“And I was even reasonable.”

A stern ‘no’ slipped past my lips.

She nodded and stood up.

“Well, then excuse me—”

“Wait…wait.” I rushed her arms so fast, pulling her back.

“Something else. Demand for something else.”

Why the fuck was I failing to hide my desperation?

“No. My lands or nothing.” She unfortunately wasn't playing with me. My shoulders haven't experienced a second of relaxation for the longest time around her.

“How many are we talking?”

“About five.”

No way in hell.

“Two.”

She glared at me, true disgust spread across her face.

“Fucking bastard, let go of me!” She pulled her arms away, really about to storm out.

“Fine, three. Three, I can consider three.”

She turned around again, assaulting me with her features.

“Four. That's my final offer.”

Fuck.

“Deal.”

She rewarded me with the most charming smile I've ever seen in my life. If only she was a good person.

She stretched out her hand for a handshake which I absolutely took. I like touching her.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Azriel. Call me whenever you need to deal with those council members of yours, alright? Oh, and get the papers for the land transfer ready. After I sign, I'll be available to attend to you.”

I had no words, I just watched her leave after a cute victory jump, then I settled back into bed.

She had over a hundred properties. She was below reasonable, but I really wanted her to have fucking nothing.

Oh well, I am a man of my word.