All Chapters of Wolf’s Bane and Roses 🌹 : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

FELYNDRAI ran into the person I never expected to see. Someone from the same kingdom as me: Princess Nyxora. When I laid eyes on her, I wasn’t as excited as I thought I would be. Yes, I’ve always wanted to meet my kind, people like me, but she, Nyxora, just ... wasn’t it. She was rude and full of herself. She wasn’t even that pretty, and why does she look like my sister? If she wasn’t the fox princess, I would have sworn she was my mother’s long-lost child.“Very well, you will be my maid. Beautiful maids like you should be kept close to avoid being touched by the KING.” She said, irritation written all over her face, and my eyes bulged. She wasn’t serious, was she? I cannot be her maid. Besides, the king has already touched me. I am his breeder.“I cannot be your maid, princess. I am…” I paused when I felt a pinch on my skin. I looked at Selene through the corner of my eyes and immediately understood. It was as if she knew what I was going to say because I was really going to tell N

NIGHTBANE Nyxora moaned under me, her hands gripping my waist, not wanting to let go, afraid I would pull away and not thrust in again. I knew she was no virgin. She had been touched before, more than once. As my skin slapped against her stomach, my gaze was fixed on the only thing that has been able to keep my cock hard and aroused. Nobody know. They don’t know I haven’t had sex in months because my cock stopped hardening. Until she came some days ago and like magic, my cock sprang to life. The thoughts of her stirs the buried desires in me. I knew I needed her if I wanted to consummate my marriage with Nyxora. That was why I had her hid behind the curtains so I can see her. She fell to the ground. “Good girl,” I growled satisfied she came but a little jealous that she did that without me. I felt my knot build up and slowed my pace. I skillfully pulled out and emptied my seeds on the floor then pushed back into Nyxora as if by cock had slid.I faked an orgasm and remained still,

I fixed my gaze to the floor as I stood in line with others to welcome the Luna. I was tempted to take a look, so I peeked at her from the corner of my eye. As usual, she looked elegant, her head held high, her nose in the air. For a second, I thought it was Gini in royal attire. She looked so much like my sister.She walked past my front, leaving her expensive scent behind. Her handmaidens trailed behind her, and as soon as she took her seat, we all went down on our knees in greeting.“All the tribute slaves for the king, step forward.” Her voice carried so much command.I moved my feet, and Selene stopped me before I could take a step. I was a tribute woman from my pack to the alpha king, but not as a sex slave — as a breeder.Ten women, in more revealing clothes than mine, stepped forward and stood before their Luna with their heads bowed.Nyxora left her seat and started examining them one after the other, starting with their facial features and then their skin. It was suffocating

NYXORAAnna knocked on the door, and after minutes of waiting, the wooden door slid open, and a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties appeared.“Are you, Elena Thaler?” Anna asked, and I saw the woman look between me and Anna. She must have or have not figured out who we are.“Y-es, I am.” She replied sceptically.“Malady demands an audience.” Anna said firmly, her voice was curt, and that is one of the things I like about her. She is fierce.“Who is your lady?” Retarded, Elena asked, and my brows furrowed in anger. Before I could react, Anna beat me to it.“Malady is Nyxora, daughter of the fox king, wife to the alpha king Nightbane. Do you want to know what she can do to you… peasant?”My lips curved when the woman fell to her knees, and I stepped forward and then placed a hand on Anna’s shoulder. The kind of touch that says “well done” even without saying it out loud.“Elena, is it?” I asked, my voice cold and curt.“Yes, my…”“Luna”. I completed the sentence for her.“Yes,

I pushed the chamber door open, and my eyes fell on her. She sat pretty on the dressing chair opposite the mirror and casually rubbed something on her lips. My eyes travelled to the jar on the table; it was the same as the one the tribute woman had.“Welcome, husband.” Her voice drew me out of my thoughts. I stepped forward and stood behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly massaged them, my eyes fixed on her lips.“How does my rouge look?” She asked, leaning her head against my stomach.My eyes twitched. “Beautiful,”“The physician said a plague might be brewing. I came to check on you.” I stopped massaging her shoulders and ran a finger through her hair, my eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t kill her, and even if she did, I have no evidence.“Such a pity she died. I wonder what kind of plague that is.” Her face dropped as the words left her mouth. She sighed and raised her face to look back into the mirror.“The women around her should be isolate