Ending The Day With The King Inside Me Novels & Stories

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"

* Regina * The summit has ended and I have heard that he was triumphant. At the same time, I am inside the Alpha King's hidden palace. The nights here did not behave like normal nights. They did not fall, they closed, like a hand curling around my throat. Although I am training every day I still feel weak inside.

I knew he was having a great time as he couldn't stop touching my body all over, but it was too rough. I wish this would just end already. I've slept with someone else's man and also gave my innocence away to a complete stranger. I was feeling troubled about it all. Even more troubled when he finished inside of me. Grabbing onto the flesh on my back with his nails. Not even able to breath, The King slowly slides out of me. "You don't have to stay.....for ....the party...." Obviously hinting that I must've looked a messed and that we are done here.

His soul's crying like the thunder. Then. It goes quiet. The ringing tension of silence echoes the now ghost-quite room. Everything's still, and so was she. King Aziel slowly leans in over the crib, gently caressing her cheek one last time. He lets out a trembling breath, feeling his heart slowly shattering to pieces, and he plants a kiss against the crook of her neck. He could've saved her with just a single bite. She could've been alive right now if he had chosen to give in to her parent's pleas. But he didn't. Cause unlike him. She was just a mere human.

Ecstasy threw my face upward, pouring in, overtaking me—and still he kept kissing and sucking, harder and harder, his nose pressing that sweet spot, harder and harder. And the climax swift in. Seizing and shaking me like a glorious earthquake. His wonderful mouth work continued, twitching and flinching every muscle like a conductor. “Sweet like vanilla.” Was all I heard before his own desire, huge and stiff, sank deeply into me. ***** Crack! The King’s face fell deadpan before he removed the egg shell bit between his teeth. “It’ll get better, I promise.” I grinned, pushing the omelette around my plate, trying hard to hold back a chuckle.

“Mama, don't do this to yourself, don't do this to me. Stop feeding on false hope.” “But–” “No buts, Mama! I'm at the bottom of the list, and the person on top of the list has also been waiting for years.” “I get that. But we could always ask the king for help, he could use his power to get you a new heart.” I sat up straight. “No.” I said firmly.

He continued walking in my direction and just stopped an inch away from my body. “Luciana Hart, your smell is horrible and as the Alpha King of this pack, I prohibit you from coming close to me because I reject you.”

I whispered his name once more, soft, broken, like a prayer I could never stop saying. And in the fragile hush of morning, I swore I heard his reply. Mine. Always mine. The sound shuddered through me, leaving me trembling, breathless, and undone. And as the light grew stronger, I knew the day would demand I bury it deep, yet inside, I would ache still for the King who owned me.

He opened his phone and played a voice note. It began with a very eerie laugh, “Hi Mr. King, it’s with great excitement I contact you today. I admire you, you know. You got a really pretty wife. I love her eyes, you know… do you like them too? I love her hair too, makes me want to run my fingers through the.” A deep sigh. “I’m going to keep her.” Those were the last words. I wanted to break something. I respected Ian too much to stomach his phone to the ground, instead, I smashed every ceramic vase in the room. Ian stood there and didn’t try to stop me. He let me exercise my anger physically.

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something