Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

|| Astar's POV ||

“That’s it, my Alpha,” she moaned, her back arched perfectly for me.

I had her gown hiked up around her waist, my hands gripping her hips then moving up to roughly squeeze her breasts. She loved it rough.

“Take what’s yours. Don’t you dare stop.” She moaned.

I was buried deep inside her, my mind starting to fog over as I felt my climax building. This was what I needed.. a distraction and away to forget the one problem I couldn’t seem to solve.

The door creaked open but I didn’t stop. How dare someone interrupt me? I growled in a low dangerous sound from deep in my chest and glanced over my shoulder.

One of the newer servants stood there, frozen solid with his eyes wide as dinner plates. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

“M-my Alpha…” he stuttered, his voice trembling. “Th-the men you sent out… they’re back. They have the message. You… you said to notify you immediately, and the door was open, so I…”

“Get the FUCK out!” I roared, not breaking my rhythmic thrusts. Isolde let out a startled squeal beneath me.

The servant didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled backward so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, slamming the door shut behind him.

The interruption almost killed the mood. The anger flared so hot and bitter and with a final, frustrated groan, I pulled out of Isolde and I came, spilling my release across her bare ass and the expensive fabric of her gown.

For a moment, there was just the sound of our heavy breathing and then Isolde laughed teasingly and she glanced back at the mess I’d made.

“Is that all? You used to have so much more fire in you, my love.”

I stepped back, grimacing as I reached for a cloth to clean myself.

“It’s hard to focus when my mind is divided,” I snapped, yanking my pants up.

“Still thinking about her?” Isolde asked, her voice losing its playful tone. She knew exactly who I was talking about.

“Ashvara,” I spat the name like it was poison. “That little omega bitch. Warmed the Alpha King’s bed for a night and now she’s Luna Queen! It’s been nearly a month. A whole fucking month! And every pack in the territory knows it. It’s a slap in my face.”

The humiliation burned. She was supposed to be my toy and my punching bag.. a thing to be used and discarded.. not crowned and not honored.

Isolde smoothed her gown down, a thoughtful look on her face.

“Don’t let it eat you up, Astar. The crown might be on her head but from what we hear, the kingdom isn’t exactly throwing her a party.”

I paused.

“What do you mean?”

“The rumors,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. “They say Vespera, the King’s former… companion… is furious. She’s making life hell for the new little Luna. And they say most of Mason’s own pack can’t stand the idea of an omega as their queen. She’s a prisoner in a gilded cage, not a ruler.”

I scoffed but a plan began to form in my mind again.

“It’s not enough. I need more than rumors. I need action.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, watching me closely.

“If Mason is so easily distracted by a pretty, weak face, then maybe he’s not as strong as everyone thinks,” I said, a cold smile spreading across my face. “He’s too young and too arrogant. He’s not fit to be Alpha King.”

I strode toward the door, buckling my belt.

“He thinks he’s won. He thinks taking my property was the end of it. But I’m going to shake the whole damn table myself. And when I’m done…”

I looked back at her, my eyes gleaming with ambition.

“…I’m coming for that crown, Isolde. It’s going to be mine.”

I left her there in the study and marched toward my throne room, my mood shifting from angry to determined. The two men I’d sent as messengers were waiting for me, looking nervous but they weren’t alone.

Standing between them was another man. He was tall and handsome in a wild unkempt way. His clothes were worn and dirty, his hair was a mess and he had the sharp, dangerous look of a cornered animal. He was a rogue.. he didn’t look nervous.. he looked bored.

At my entrance, my guards snapped to attention. One of them puffed out his chest and barked at the rogue, “You will bow before Alpha Astar!”

The rogue didn’t even flinch. He just let out a short dismissive scoff and looked me right in the eye. The defiance in his gaze was a spark in a room full of kindling.

“How dare you!” another guard yelled. Two of my soldiers stepped forward to force him to his knees.

It was over in a second..! The rogue moved with an amazing speed. Two sharp cracks and my soldiers were on their asses on the floor, groaning.

The rogue hadn’t even broken a sweat. He just stood there, cracking his neck with a low growl rumbling in his chest.

I couldn’t help it. A wide genuine grin spread across my face and I started to clap with the sound echoing in the large room.

“Now that is what I call an introduction!” I boomed. “I only sent a message. I wasn’t expecting you to grace me with your presence.”

The rogue’s eyes, cold and focused, locked onto mine.

“I'd never pass a chance to hurt the Alpha King. The Alpha King slaughtered my family years ago,” he growled. “You think you’re the only one with a grudge to settle with him?”

My grin widened. This was better than I could have hoped for. A capable, angry rogue with a personal vendetta against Mason? This wasn’t just a tool.. this was a gift..!

I motioned toward a chair near my throne.

“Sit,” I said with my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Let us begin…