INICIAR SESIÓN
ReynaI squeezed my eyes shut, the sound of my scream foreign to my ears as I braced for the massive black wolf to tear my throat out. Instead, I felt something warm and rough, moving over my cheek, leaving sticky wetness. Slowly, the scream died and I opened my eyes by a fraction, my breath hitching as I realised the beast had stopped an inch from my face. Its massive snout hovered over me, with its molten red eyes holding my gaze."E-asy," I forced the words through my dry constricting throat. I didn't dare move as it slid its tongue again across my cheek, wiping away the hot tear that had slipped away. A low vibration-like purr rumbled deep within its massive chest, making my fingers dig deep into the couch.Then it shifted and climbed on the couch, its massive paws sinking into the cushions as it positioned itself behind me. A whimper left my mouth when I felt its snout nudge the raw, open flesh of my back, sending sharp bolts of pain across. My stomach tightened, the thought of t
Reyna"Over my dead body!" I heard a woman's words clear as day, even before I opened my eyes. I tried to move, but a sharp agonizing spasm rippled across my back, pushing the remaining drug-induced sleep away. I let out a breathless gasp, my fingers clawing on the sheets beneath me."You have to understand that it is King Zion's order." It was Clark who spoke, in a hushed voice, but I heard him anyway."I do not care what the king said." A sharp, trembling voice hissed nearby. I blinked open once and then twice, my vision clearing as Martha came into view. She was standing in front of the bed, her back clearly tense. In front of her was Clark, towering over her, his eyes holding something I couldn't put a finger on. "The girl's wounds are still bleeding, Clark. If she moves, the stitches I just did will rip open.""My hands are tied," Clark responded, moving forward. The healer blocked him, craning her neck to look at him. "I can't disobey a direct order from the king.""Look at her;
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, reading the same line for the third time without absorbing a single word. The realisation alone had the grip on the pen tightening, and before I knew it, ink was spluttering across the desk. "Fuck," I swore under my breath. Even my beast, who had been quiet, began stirring. Just then, a knock on the door came through. "Come in," I responded in a strained growl, the pressure in my mind from my wolf intensifying. Thelma walked in, like she had done for the last ten years. "My king," she purred, licking her lips. Now that she was here, perhaps I could use her to flash the slave from my system."Come here." She rounded the desk, the smell of her arousal overpowering the scent of the spilt ink.
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 of a silver tray and shattering porcelain dishes coming into contact with the floor followed. Food was sprayed everywhere, including hot stew on my exposed arm."I'm so, so sorry," I blurted, ignoring the stinging pain of the hot food as it came into contact with my exposed skin. My first instinct was to put on the dress, to cover myself. I hurriedly slipped it on and scrambled to stand up. "I wasn't looking where I was going—"The words died in my throat as my eyes fell on a familiar face. He was the boy from the auction cell, the boy who had told me girls sold quicker than boys. Who knew we would end up in the palace? "You," he said sharply."You remember me?" I whispered, looking at his d
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. Two men stood looking at me, one with a scowl on his face, the other an indifferent expression, his thick arms folded across his chest."Look at you, sleeping as if you are the dungeon queen," the one scowling sneered, gesturing at me."More like the queen of mate murderers," the other responded, a sharp sing-song edge cutting through his voice. "Slave, the bell rang two minutes ago; why were you still sleeping?" Just as quickly, his previous sharp tone turned into a flat murmur.I furrowed my eyebrows. "Bell?" I asked, stealing alternative quick glances at them.For a moment, neither man spoke, and then they both burst into laughter, with one of them stepping forward. "The bell that tells yo
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 man in the werewolf world."I ask once, then act." The way he spoke the words had my mouth opening even before my brain thought about what I was supposed to answer."I don't know," I muttered hurriedly, gasping the moment the words left my mouth. Oh no, I didn't just say that to him! I thought and closed my eyes to avoid seeing his slap coming. Instead, what I heard was his voice, still low and controlled."Look at me." I opened my eyes, craned my neck further and looked into his and suddenly my bladder felt full. For seconds he held my gaze, while I struggled with my quickening intakes of breath. I could have sworn I saw his green eyes change colour into a dark red, but I blinked and the r







