All Chapters of BOUGHT FOR THE ALPHA KING'S PLEASURE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

King Zion's POV"Are you sure you don't want me to summon Thelma?" Clark repeated, his head tilted as he studied me. "Get out," I hissed, pressing my legs together under my office desk. It had been hours since our return from Martha's place. Hours of trying to bury the unbearable ache clawing beneath my skin. Hours of pretending that I could distract myself from the constant pressure low in my body. The headache was still there, but the throb between my thighs was greater, completely stripping away any ability to carry out any official duties. Clark folded his arms, observing me with far too much amusement. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "normally by now you'd have already summoned Thelma, had your release, and gone about your day." "I said, get out," I repeated, clenching my jaw hard beneath my mask. Instead of leaving, he leaned casually against the doorframe."I've already sent word to her." My head snapped up at his words."You what?" I questioned, my nostrils flaring.Clar

King Zion's POV"Stop, please!" Reyna cried out, her small fingers digging desperately into the velvet duvet. I didn't stop; no, the fury roaring inside me wasn't just about the public defiance in the dining hall; it was the raw, untamable jealousy radiating off her. She actually believed I had been with Thelma when I had struggled with getting her off my mind repeatedly, when my manhood had been constantly hard for release, wanting her, until it hurt. I lifted my palm and spanked her again, feeling her flesh jiggle. She let out a broken gasp, her body tensing beautifully against my thighs. "Let me go! You are a monster!" she choked out, her voice thick, as she buried her face in her arms."Am I?" I grumbled, my breathing heavy as I let my hand rest over the burning heat I had just created on her skin. It was so intense I could feel it, even with the barrier of her dress. My wolf pushed hard against my subconscious, alerting me to a sudden change in her scent. The west aroma had ripe

Reyna's POVThe previous soreness from our encounter was still there, a dull, lingering burning heat between my thighs, on my outer lower lips.“Ah!” I gasped as the king slowly guided himself to my entrance and began pushing, a sudden sharp sting spreading from the point of contact. My fingers immediately flew out, gripping the thick sheets beneath me as he went deeper. My eyes squeezed shut, a soft whimper catching in my throat as the sheer size of him stretched my sensitive walls.“Relax, Reyna,” he cooed, his deep voice thick with his own restraint."Too big," I cried out, my walls clenching involuntarily the more he pushed, rubbing on my sore flesh. I would have told him to stop, but despite the burn, my pussy was throbbing with want, weeping for his delicious cock. Finally, he bottomed out, and a breath escaped me. For a while, he remained still, allowing the burn to subside and my insides to adjust while he whispered sweet nothings to me."Can I move now?" he ground out the wor

King ZionThe palace was still deeply asleep when I left, save for the kitchen staff preparing meals and the soldiers standing watch. I had stood outside Reyna's door and simply looked at it for several seconds. The previous night, I had returned long after midnight, when she was already asleep. The day had been a long one, with me trying to finish the work that had been pending after spending over 24 hours with her. I had quietly cracked her door just enough to peer inside, to catch a glimpse of her. Goddess knew I wanted to wake her, but instead, I had quietly pulled the door shut again and left.Now, the duty called once more. "I'll be back tonight," I murmured beneath my breath before turning away.The drive to the capital passed in comfortable silence, with Clark quieter than usual. He was behind the wheel, while I sat in the passenger seat, my mind wandering to Reyna, to the unsolved attempted murder and murder cases. Occasionally, he would smile to himself, obviously thinking a

Reyna's POVThe moment I took a step forward, a gust of cold wind swept over, the silk of my gown rippling wildly around my legs. "This way, ladies," Clark said, his deep voice carrying a sharp, protective tone. I nodded, though my eyes were already wandering. The venue stood several hundred feet ahead, glowing beneath hundreds of crystal chandeliers visible through the towering glass windows. The name "The Royal Grand Hall" was written at the very top, the building painted white, with wolves of all sizes drawn on the marble columns. Elegant fountains surrounded the entrance; horse-drawn carriages lined one side of the circular driveway, while sleek vehicles occupied the other. Men and women dressed in dazzling gowns and tailored suits stepped onto the red carpet, one after another. A strange, suffocating chill crawled beneath my skin, making goosebumps rise on my skin. Instinctively, I rubbed my forearm, hoping some heat and distraction would push the feeling. But why do I feel li