You've Been Moved

Morgan's POV

I was headed back to my unfortunate chambers to maybe cry since for the first time in a while, the hopelessness has hit again, when I got accosted by a lowly concubine.

The audacity.

She literally appeared in front of me, her face contorted in pure malice and hate. I don't even know her.

When I faced her, she just started cackling like she had been possessed by a witch.

“The queen has finally been reduced to a whore. Sad.”

My head titled, confusion and anger hitting me hard.

“Excuse me?”

She eyed me, hard. I could honestly feel hatred spill from her skin towards me.

“Don't tell me you've developed ear problems. I heard your wolf beat you up, so probably from there.”

She laughed again, clearly pleased with herself.

My fists clenched. I blame Azriel. He was the cause of everything. If not, in what world would she dare talk to me in such a manner? She wasn't even prettier than I am. Just how did she become one of my father's concubines?

“You're lucky our dear king has left me high and dry. I would've used your head to rub the ground, you jealous bitch.”

She must've heard my loud moans, sounds of every wicked thing Azriel just did to me.

“You can't even do anything!”

She lunged towards me, her claws aimed at scratching my face.

At this point I understood. Even I would fight for Azriel if I didn't know he was such a piece of shit.

She was just about to hit me when I felt his presence, as if all he did was stalk my soul. He stopped her, his hand around her neck, her legs leaving the floor as he raised her up to a point, then he threw her as softly as he could against a wall.

She moaned in pain, as Azriel suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist from the side. Other concubines came out to see the scene as they heard her continuous screaming, and I just stood rooted, shook.

Azriel started speaking, addressing the concubines, and for some reason, I just couldn't move my mouth. Apparently, I was still hungry. He didn't let me finish. The way he was so close to me, I wanted to pounce on him.

It was beyond me, and I was currently on a thin thread of self control.

“We are all angry with her, and while that's understandable, I am the only one allowed to punish her, and I have done just that,”

No one dared to open their mouths as I swallowed at his deep, delicious voice. That mouth moving was just on my pussy…gosh I think I'm going to lose my mind.

“Let it be heard that I have said that if any of you dares to mess with her again, you're messing with me, and we all know that means. She's not on the level of the rest of you, which is why she has a personal chamber. She remains my exclusive breeder.”

I couldn't believe my mouth was shut, and I was just letting him talk and decide my fate. This time around, sounds and noises moved, even little gasps here and there.

They couldn't believe my punishment and after they recovered, some were smiling. Of course they were.

While they clearly didn't mind being Azriel’s breeders because they were all fucking whores, they knew it was the last thing I would want. They hated me so much it sounded like sunshine to their ears.

I had long gotten over the fact that no one liked me here, and I was going to be okay even more.

“As my exclusive breeder, she is to be treated with respect, and even care, so she would be in the right mental state to carry my pups when it's time. Leave her alone. You'll all have turns to have me, so am I understood?”

They nodded their heads, all timid and smitten. Who wouldn't? Mighty Azriel just promised to fuck all of them.

Such a proud gloating bastard. If all his concubines started disappearing one by one—Now why did I care if he had other affairs? No, I don't.

Although I didn't really like being singled out so much, this kind of thrilled me. I loved when he said they should respect me, and they better do, because last I checked, I was stronger than most, and I wouldn't hesitate to end all their lives.

The concubine was taken straight to the healer, and they all went back in, leaving just me and Azriel.

I turned to face him, my breath still catching but trying to hide it. If he was expecting a ‘thank you’ from me, then that was only happening in his dreams.

“I never asked you to help me, so stop looking at me like that.”

“Come here.” He suddenly said,

“What?”

“I said, come here.” He didn't wait. He pulled me straight to him, his hands dangerously spread across my lower back, and I felt renewed heat course through me when he suddenly leaned right into my neck.

“Should I take you back in, finish what we started, get you to cum again, hmm?”

My heart pumped faster, and I was so full of desire as I shamelessly nodded to his nasty whispering. My knees were literally quivering just at the thought of his tongue on me again.

He pushed back, leaving me, a smirk across his face.

It confused me.

“I still got it,” He started off again.

“What?”

“Morgan?” He mentioned my name.

“Yes?” I wasn't sure I was even thinking straight at this point.

“Get the hell out of my chambers.” He spat calmly, and my face fell. I just let him trick me like a damn idiot.

I ignored him and just walked away. I will forever hate him no matter what. On my way back to the dump he put me, guards stopped me at the door.

“What now?” I groaned in agony.

I was in no mood to fight. I was just tired, exhausted, used.

“This is no longer your chambers, your highness.” One of the guards said, which confused me.

“Not my chambers? What? What do you mean?”

“You've been moved.”

“Oh. Wow. I see.” I nodded my head, still rather confused.

“If you'd let us, we'll take you there.”

Well, what could I say? I followed them, reaching my mom's former quarters.

My heart seemed to brighten at the possibility of this being my new quarters, but when I got in, my eyes got blurry with instant tears, and my knees eventually buckled but for a whole different reason.

What I was staring at was beyond me.

All my things, my pictures, belongings, everything. My pictures were hung perfectly on the wall, my clothes, shoes, even my weapons were in the room, neatly arranged. The room felt like me.

My heart practically danced in my chest as I looked around the room.

Azriel did all this?

Everything was intact, in ways I would definitely like. I had instantly fallen for the chambers.

I ran to the bed and fell harshly on top of it. It was warm and sweet, and I really started crying. Finally I could get some sleep.

Azriel’s better than me, because I would've never changed my chambers if I were him.

If this is how he plans to get revenge on me, then he's already fucked. He might just fail and continue to pity me.

I should try to start deceiving him and act decently, but I just couldn't sit still and let him feel like king over me when he most definitely wasn't.

I got that throne fair and square, and it is mine! Bold of him to think I would ever be accepting of him.