LOGINCONTENT WARNING! This book contains dark themes including violence, torture, suicide, explicit intimacy, slavery, abuse and disturbing scenes that may be triggering to some readers. On the night of her mating ceremony, Reyna Elise Robinson is accused of murdering her own mate. Stripped of her wolf and condemned by her own pack, Reyna spends a year enduring torture before landing inside alpha King Zion's territory, as his personal slave. He is cold and cursed, a ruthless king who is feared by the whole werewolf world, and keeps his face under a mask. But beneath the silence, lies secrets buried in blood, prophecy and betrayal. Thrown into a world of dangerous desire, hidden truths, power, tension and twisted loyalty, Reyna soon realises that every reality she once believed was a myth...and every myth concealed the truth. Now trapped under the mercy of a cursed king who was never meant to find salvation, Reyna becomes the centre of a prophecy that demands the impossible. Can Reyna look past his curse and can he look past her low status as a slave? Or will their twisted relationship be their end and that of the werewolf world?
View MoreKing 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 POV"Is it me, or did your walking style change?" I teased Amelia as we stepped out of my room to head for breakfast. The night had been a long one, a sleepless one at that. I had genuinely thought I'd be able to get some sleep after barely sleeping the previous night outside, but my mind kept me occupied. Every time I tossed and closed my eyes, the alpha king's image would force its way behind my eyelids."Um, what do you mean?" Amelia asked, a rosy colour coating her cheeks."Nothing." I shrugged, unable to hide my smirk. "It's just that you are wincing almost after every step." I raised my eyebrows twice, looking at her face. "And you are absolutely glowing."She pushed me slightly by my shoulder, laughing. "Come on, spill the details. How was it?" I insisted, wiggling my eyebrows."Fine, if you insist." She gave in. "We were on it the entire night. Clark didn't let me sleep at all." She pursed her lips, though a tiny smile tugged at the corners. "But I might be regretting
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
Reyna's POV"So..." I began, plopping onto my bed beside Amelia after what had been the longest shower of my life. Warm water had washed away the dried blood, first and saliva, but it hadn't washed away the memories. "You and Clark, huh?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.After Clark had been summoned by the king, I had begged Amelia to stay with me in my room, instead of standing outside. She had showered in my room and, after much convincing, agreed to wear one of my dresses the king had bought for me. At first she protested, insisting that it wasn't proper, but somewhere between laughing and arguing, we both silently accepted that we weren't simply slave and guard anymore."What about Clark and me?" she asked with a shrug far too casual to be convincing, plus the rosy blush climbing from her neck to her cheeks betrayed her immediately.I laughed. "Oh, don't even pretend; you are blushing.""I am just warm," she mumbled under her breath."So you got warm after I mentioned his name? Wha
King ZionMy concentration had been compromised, and my manhood throbbed painfully behind my zipper from the moment I laid eyes on the slave's body. I had made a mistake of glancing at her tits and curves, and that was enough to send blood rushing to my member. I stared at the document before me, r
ReynaI did not stop running or look back until I bumped into someone right at the corner of the hallway while I was looking back to see whether the king was following me."Oof." I stumbled backwards, losing footing entirely and crashed down hard on my ass; I thought my tailbone broke. The clatter
Reyna"Get up, filth!" I was roused from my sleep with a heavy kick on the side of my hip. A cry escaped me as I rolled off the narrow bed and crashed onto the concrete floor."Pathetic." Another voice followed. I tried getting up on my feet as quickly as I could, still disoriented from my sleep. T
Reyna"I..." The rest of the answer got stuck in my tightening throat. Who was I anymore? I whispered to myself. I wasn't Reyna of the Blessed Crescent pack or Randolf's mate and certainly not even a wolf anymore. A slave accused of murder, perhaps, tied to a chair, exposed before the most powerful
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