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I sat on my throne-like chair, the room covered in darkness as I waited. My fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, my eyes fixed on the door. The beast inside me was already eager to tear into something. I might be cold and ruthless, but what I can't take is someone messing with what's mine. The image of Emilia lying lifeless in that bed burned in my head and it made me mad. It doesn't matter what type of voodoo brought her back but that woman shouldn't have done that in the first place. And I'm going to show her just what I do to people like her. The smell of fear was thick in the air even before she stepped into the room. It was disgusting and pathetic. The doors pushed open and a slender figure walked in. Nothing like Emilia. Goddess, the thought of her made my pants tighten. I've imagined how well she'd take me, not like these skinny little dolls that break with just one thrust. The woman walked in, her steps slow and measured, like she was counting the time she had

I should have taken that as my sign to stop and run for my life, but I did it again. I moved my hips against his bulging length and at that moment it felt like his control snapped. He stood up so fast from the chair, taking me with him like I weighed nothing. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist, with my hands going around his neck. “I warned you," His voice was hoarse and filled with desire, it made me clench. His eyes—goddess his eyes were blown wide and filled with many dark promises. And then he claimed my lips, hot and demanding, his hand roughly holding the back of my head. He started moving, fast, as he kicked a door open. I didn't know what was happening, it felt like I was floating as his mouth devoured mine, tongue tangling with mine and making me moan, losing myself. I felt my back hit something cold and hard, that's when I opened my eyes and saw that we were in the shower. His lips left mine for a second as he stared into my eyes, then he brought his thu

She stayed on her knees, head tilted just enough for me to catch that glint in her eye. That dangerous, smug glint. My entire body went taut. Every instinct screamed to grab her, shove her against the tile, and make her pay for that tone. But I didn’t move—yet. Instead, I watched. She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand came up, fingers curling lightly around my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. The contact was light at first, just enough to remind me she was touching me… and enough to make my cock twitch in her grip. Her smirk deepened. The sponge in her other hand followed, sliding lazily down my length, slow enough to be infuriating. She pretended to focus, like she was polishing something precious, her brows drawn in mock concentration. Goddess. Every few seconds, she’d squeeze—just slightly—pretending it was part of the wash. My veins stood out, thick and pulsing, and I could feel my claws itching to break skin as I clenched my fists at my sides. She

“You’re still alive?” I turned, pulse pounding so hard it almost drowned her out—but not quite. Nothing could dull the sound of that voice. My sister’s voice. Rosella stood there, arms folded across her chest, a smirk tugging at her lips like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. Her hair was perfectly braided, her dress neat, her chin tilted with the same air of superiority she’d worn since we were children. I hated how familiar it felt. “Surprise, surprise,” I said evenly, tilting my head just enough to meet her smug stare. “I’m alive.” Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting like shards of glass. “Barely. I told you the King would be too disgusted to touch you. Guess I was right.” I laughed, sharp and humorless, shaking my head. If only she knew. If only she could see the way his hands had claimed every inch of me last night, the way he’d kissed me like I was the last breath in his lungs, the way he’d used my body until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Heat l

“Let me go!” My voice cracked down the corridor, low but sharp, my pulse beating so loud I was certain he could hear it. My wrist twisted under his grip, but it was like steel wrapped around me. “I said let go!” The beta didn’t so much as flinch. His eyes narrowed, dark and commanding, his voice dropping to a low warning growl that coiled around my spine like a whip. “Listen to me, woman,” he snapped, dragging me close enough that I had no choice but to look at him. “The King might tolerate anything—anything—but being disrespected? Not in there. Not in front of Alphas. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep that attitude in check and behave yourself.” My lips parted, ready to fire back, but the steel in his gaze made the words shrivel on my tongue. He wasn’t bluffing. One wrong move from me, and it wouldn’t just be me who paid for it. His grip tightened, fingers biting into my skin, not cruel but firm, unyielding. He wanted me to understand. “Are we clear?” he pres