The way she asked the question made Drakken grit his teeth in outrage. Why does she look like she doesn't know who he is? Everyone knows him in the three realms of this world! He snorted in resentment. On top of everything, she is also a pretender!What a mega jest of the century!Now he would not be able to kill the chit of a girl as planned... Their mate bond only made him find her appealing rather than repulsive. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that! He took a step back. Eleanor's heart pounded faster against her chest and Drakken was overjoyed at knowing she feared him. He admired her inane attempt to appear the least bothered by him in the facade, but her skittery nerves and hammering heart spoke volumes. "Relax," Drakken said briskly and rolled his eyes. "I am not going to eat you." "Ironic," She braved, "...because that is exactly what wild animals do." Wild animal? Did she just refer to him as a wild animal? He would have shown her what wild animals did to sharp-mouthe
Drakken paced his study, his disheveled thoughts duplicating with every second that passed as he could not wrap his head around what was happening to him. How could the enemy's daughter be his mate? The man who planned a mutiny against the werewolves? Heaven forbade he would accept the traitor’s daughter as his mate and make her his Lunaqueen. He has been waiting for this moment for so long and now this had to take place? He scoffed in disdain. If he could not kill her, he would keep the girl for his own sexual gratification.That pretty little mouth of hers would be put to good use soon and the sheer anticipation of it made his groins tighten in his pants. "A penny for your thoughts?" Drakken spun on a whim. The bearer of the voice stood at the doorway with the door ajar, his Gamma and best friend, George. Drakken had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not hear him knock, nor the door open. "Close the door behind you. I have news,” Drakken surged icily, heading to
Eleanor’s eyes dilated, his request sounding outrageous to her ears even though she knew she should have expected something like this coming to his room tonight. The minute Drakken declared her his mistress was the beginning of her undoing.Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do what he asked of her. She had a hard time believing he just said what he did."I beg your pardon?" She asked incredulously, her eyes swinging around from the Alpha King's bare chest to his face, debating which was more of a distraction. His taut muscles were larger than an average human's. In all her days spent at the brothel, Eleanor had never seen any man with physic such as his."You heard me, Eleanor..." Drakken strode toward her, circling his mate slowly like a starved beast ready to pounce on its prey. "I am not fond of repeating myself.”He hungered for her in the literal sense, not in the way a beast did, but the way a man desired a woman. The dress he had picked out for her sat perfectly on her petite b
By the time it was almost midnight, Eleanor’s personal maid found her in one of the halls. The sound of her sobs had led the maid in her direction. Eleanor was not sure how long she sat there crying, but she was more than relieved to see someone she was familiar with. She was beginning to lose hope anyone would come find her by such time of the night."I had almost gone mad looking everywhere for you, Miss," the girl said, lifting Eleanor up to her feet, guiding her out of the hallway. "I was worried thinking you had left.""I’d leave if I could," Eleanor huffed, recalling what went down in the Alpha King’s room. "How is everyone so comfortable knowing the Alpha is keeping me hostage?" she cupped her mouth quickly. It was supposed to be a thought.She hurried through a series of corners with the maid so she would not lose her and get lost again. "He is the Alpha King. He makes the rules.We are only here to follow them...” The girl sighed. “I'm sorry about how he treats you. He is nev
"Miss?" Eleanor's personal maid gave her shoulders a slight shove, hoping it'd get her out of the deep slumber. "Miss, you have to wake up now."Eleanor forced her eyes open at the maid's interruption of her sleep and squinted hard at the figure above her. A blurred image of the maid's face hovered over hers. She squeezed her eyes shut again. The sun was barely out. What was it this time?"Just five more minutes," she murmured, cocooning the fluffy sheets closer to her body and turning the other way. Her maid chuckled at her reply. She'd heard that phrase before to know it was a blatant lie. Eleanor would lay on that bed and it wouldn't be just for five minutes.She then moved to the windows and drew the curtains back, letting in bright streams of sunlight that permeated the room, forcing Eleanor to crack her eyes back open. There she was praying the sun didn't come out to play yet. It glared into her room until it almost hurt her eyes."What time is it?" Eleanor asked."I'm not sure.
Two thin swords clashed in the air in a game of fencing. George's and Drakken's, the two friends clad in protective clothes as they both battled to get a higher winning score than the other. Beta Duncan stood nearby to keep an accurate count of the scores and it had been a draw so far. They were both too competitive for his liking. Other wolves trained outside on the field, most of them his guards who kept the palace safe at night.Drakken yanked off the helmet and his hair that dripped with sweat fell to his face as he turned to stare at his Beta. "Did you not see that? I could have sworn my sword touched his arm.""That's not the rules of the game. Arms are considered off target.""Bollocks!" Drakken breathlessly expressed his disagreement, wiping off a trail of sweat that fell to his forehead. "Since when?""That's how it's always been," George chimed in with a smirk. "And don't even think about saying 'My palace, my rules'."The Alpha King dropped his sword to the floor in defeat.
Eleanor absentmindedly played with the fish and chips her maid provided for lunch using her fork, staring at it blankly as her head was swarmed with several wry thoughts. It was only day five. She should not be feeling this helpless yet. She has to find a way out of this hellhole somehow and she has to eat for strength to do so, she mused. If only she could explore the palace, it would give her the chance to figure out every nook and cranny of the large edifice and strengthen her means to escape. But she would have to gain the clod's trust for that to happen, and Drakken did not seem like one to give out his trust that easily.In fact, the man was somehow unpredictable. Beneath his sly smiles and dark smirks, one can't decipher what was truly going on through the man's head. Eleanor heard the keys jingle at the other side of her bedroom door. It was her maid. The lady was the only person that frequently visited her room to make sure she was alright. Or made sure she had not escaped
Eleanor’s eyes stayed rooted to his cock no matter how much she tried to look away. It stared back at her, so huge, firm and completely engorged . She had feared he would ask for sex, but she could not decide now which was worse.Eleanor's heart pounded rapidly in her chest, threatening to burst out. She hated him for doing this to her, for making her body respond to him in a way she did not approve. She could feel her arousal intensify the longer her eyes stayed planted on his perfectly sculptured physique.Drakken saw she was hesitating, his patience running thin. The girl was a stripper, not a saint. This was not the first time she had seen a naked male. She should quit feigning shock and do what he asked. Maybe she would come to her senses if he reminded her what would happen to both her and her son for disobeying him.He walked over to a couch, sat on it and leaned back, watching her curious eyes follow him. "Do not just stand there," Drakken said. "Or are you thinking of going ag