All Chapters of The Tenth Wife of the Beast King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

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EmilyI stood in the dim light of the king’s bedroom, my mind spinning. I had no idea why the King was suddenly acting like my savior. He had rescued me from the tavern, promoted me to head maid, and even demanded that I cook for him. Was this a twisted game? I wondered, a chill running down my spine. Was he planning to treat me gently just to break me completely before he killed me? If not, what was his purpose?I could still vividly see the predatory look on Cain’s face right before the king dragged me away. Cain had always called me “pretty,” but I wasn’t stupid. I knew what I looked like. My face was ruined, covered in disgusting, jagged marks. Pretty, my ass. Cain didn’t think I was beautiful; he was just lusting after my exposed body. That was the only reason he used that fake, sweet word.“I’m dressed,” I announced quietly to the heavy stone wall. The king still had his back turned to me, respecting my privacy in a way that felt entirely alien. “You can turn around now.”When h

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EmilyShe walked with grace as she approached me. The clacking of her elegant heels against the stone floor sounded like a countdown to my doom.“What did you just say?”She was incredibly tall. I had to tilt my head far back just to meet her gaze, taking in her stunning appearance, her expensive silk dress, and how breathtakingly beautiful she was. But her beauty was cold, like a sculpted piece of ice.“Who are you?” I asked, forcing myself to swallow the hard lump of fear rising in my throat.She didn’t bother answering me. She just stared down at me as if I were a microscopic ant she could crush beneath her shoe. This stranger didn’t look like a normal werewolf; she carried herself like royalty, looming over me with a terrifying amount of power.“My lady!”Sandra’s frantic voice cut through the silence before I could even spot her. She rushed into the kitchen, pushing past the other maids. I watched in shock as Sandra immediately bowed her head, took the tall woman’s elegant hand,

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EmilyI was still processing Mary’s horrifying warning when Serena marched back over to us, her boots stomping loudly against the stone.“I’m finished with the dishes,” she hissed, eyeing me with a look so full of malice I half-expected her to bury me alive right there in the kitchen.I channeled every ounce of the fierce spirit Mary had just praised. Forcing a calm, icy smile onto my lips, I raised my voice so the entire kitchen could hear. “Then get out of my sight.”Serena let out a sharp, furious hiss, glaring at me until her eyes popped, before turning on her heel and storming away.Mary watched her go, then turned to me with deep concern. “Emily, please. I am begging you to be careful.”“Thank you, Mary. I will,” I said, squeezing her hand.Hours passed, and the grueling shift finally came to an end. The other maids trickled out of the kitchen, leaving me alone in the quiet room.I sat down in a dark corner, pulling the collar of the king’s massive shirt up over my nose. I took

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EmilyWe finally halted in front of a pair of massive, carved wooden doors. Alex gave a brief knock before pushing them open, and I stepped into the grand office behind him.“My king,” I called out softly, walking over to his desk and carefully placing the steaming food before him.He looked up from his paperwork. “You made this for me?” he asked, his voice low and unusually soft. A strange, involuntary chill ran straight down my spine.“Yes, sire.” I quickly bowed my head, stepping back toward the door. “I’ll take my leave now.”“No,” Kael said smoothly, not even looking up as he picked up his fork. “Sit.”I froze in place, my mind going blank. Did he really just tell me to sit? In his private office?“Sire?” I whispered.“I told you to sit down, Emily.”Letting out a quiet, defeated sigh, I moved to the plush leather chair opposite his desk and took a seat. I kept my eyes glued to my bare feet, completely uncomfortable.The air in the office was freezing, and I could feel a suffocat

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Benita “What!” The single word tore out of my throat. My jaw dropped, my eyelashes trembled violently, and for a terrifying second, my heart completely stopped beating. Did I just hear him correctly? Did he truly just call that lowly, deformed piece of human trash his queen? My future queen? No! It was impossible. It could never happen. That crown belonged to me, and me alone. I was the only woman in this entire pack who deserved to sit on that throne. For years, everyone called me the king’s wife, and he had never once corrected them. His silence had been his promise. How dare he throw it away for a slave? “You heard me clearly, didn’t you?” Kael said, his voice cold and flat as his dark eyes locked onto mine. He didn’t care about the knife he had just shoved into my chest. He turned his gaze to the cheap, pathetic girl. “Stand up,” he ordered her. I watched, my blood boiling into an absolute fury, as the human gently rose to her feet. My mind went completely dark with hatred as

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Benita“What is going on in here?”The booming, authoritative voice echoed through the suite before I even saw him cross the threshold.“Grandfather!” My voice cracked as I let go of Lina’s collar, letting her lifeless, limp body drop onto the wet carpet with a dull thud.My grandfather stood in the doorway, his sharp, calculating eyes sweeping over the room before landing on the dead girl. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look surprised. “You killed her?”“She disrespected me,” I spat, aggressively wiping a smear of the maid’s blood from my lower lip. My hands were still trembling, covered in a sticky red sheen. I wanted more. The kill hadn’t been enough to drown out the humiliation in my chest. “I hate this! I hate everyone in this wretched palace!”Grandfather walked up to me, his heavy boots stepping right over the pool of blood. He placed a warm, soothing hand on my shoulder. “My dear, precious granddaughter... who dared to hurt you? Who put you through this? Tell me who made you

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Benita“Do you love how deep I’m inside you, my lady?” Marcus growled, his heavy hands bruising my hips as he slammed his body into mine.My head thrashed back against the mattress. Saliva leaked from the corner of my mouth, my vision blurring behind a thick haze of pure, unadulterated heat. “Fuck, yes! Don’t stop!”He hauled me up by my wrist, violently flipping me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath. He pulled out entirely, the cold air hitting me for a split second before he drove back in with brutal force.A raw scream tore from my throat, but he muffled it immediately—shoving his tongue into my mouth, tasting my slick heat, taking every bit of control.It was animalistic, cruel, and perfect. The thick, throbbing length of him was hitting that exact, agonizing sweet spot with every ruthless plunge.“You’re mine like this, Benita. So fucking wet for me,” he rasped against my jaw, his chest crashing against my back in a relentless rhythm. He was pushing me to the edge of

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BenitaI was shocked by what I saw—and at the same moment, filled with raw, blinding rage.“Mm…” She gasped, her hands clawing futilely at my grip as she struggled to breathe. I watched with vicious satisfaction as her eyes rolled back into her head.Just as I was about to crush her windpipe and put an end to her pathetic life, the heavy wooden door was pushed open.“I knew this might happen,” my grandfather said calmly, stepping inside my bedchamber. “First, put on your clothes.”“Grandfather!”“Drop her and put on your clothes,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.I obeyed. Releasing my grip, I let the maid drop to the floor in a heap. I swept over to my wardrobe, threw on a dark velvet dress, and walked toward the sofa where my grandfather had comfortably taken a seat.My eyes darted down to Roxy, who was crumpled on the rug, clutching her bruised neck and coughing her lungs out.“I will kill this bitch!” I hissed, my chest heaving. “How dare she enter my territor

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