Chapter 9: Rose, Thorns, Stems & Breasts

AXEL VOSS

The bathtub filled with cold freezing water, The huge blocks of ice floating on the surfaces, the ice clinked as it shifted, cracking under the surface of the overflowing tub.

It gradually melts into the water also fills the bathtub more and it spills to the ground, Alpha Axel submerged himself under the bathtub, one wouldn't know there was a living being under this freezing cold water.

His skin pale, lips tinged blue. For thirty minutes, he remained still, His muscles tightened as the cold gnawed him, dulling everything else.

He regularly forces himself into the cold freezing water, the shock and cold numbness of his body taking away the heaviness of his emotions, Perhaps it ease the heaviness of his sleep deprivation a little bit which makes him feel unattached and regularly unimpressed.

Until the air bubbles starts floating on the surfaces, Henri noticed the king was losing his breath scared to death he attempted to help him, "May I help you my king?" Henri asked,

Axel surfaced briefly, his breath sharp and jagged, before sinking back under, letting the icy numbness drown out the sleepless weight that pressed against him day and night.

"Where is Ava?" He asked, his voice grave and low, As he stood up from the bath, Henri immediately patted his toned naked body dry, and wore him his long bath robe.

"I've ordered the princess to be brought here few minutes ago, she should be in your room by now." Henri said, as he followed the king as they walked through the tiled hallway to his room.

Axel met Ava there oblivion of his presence, since he moves like a prowling direwolf about to hunt his prey, she seems to be fascinated about something, her long silver hair cascading down her back, In her flimsy short shivon was her perfect figure.

She was ethereal, Her tiny waist exuding a sexy allure he hasn't seen in another woman before, the mate bond attraction was pulling him harder since he hasn't publicly rejected her, it was strong and demanding him to pull her in his arm and fuck her slit till it shudders, hot and dripping wet.

But the deep rooted hatred he has for her blinded him at once, she deserves no pleasure from him, he wants to consume her only, that all she feels was pain, and only excruciating pain whilst she begs him for death.

But now she was carrying his child which would render that almost impossible, she was quite important for now, he needs her to breed for him since she was his real mate and of Lycans blood, he prowled towards her so closely that she flinched in shock, She looked in his luminous green eyes which was with apparent hatred, She swallowed as she tried to bow but she was cornered to the desk.

"My king... I am so..." She was saying and his hands gagged her at once, her eyes widened, and her luminous shades of purple eyes glint, her tiny helpless hands holding onto his huge strangling hands around her neck.

She caught some breaths immediately he released his grip, She looked at his face which was expressionless, "You should have allowed her kill me!" Ava said bluntly, her eyes sharp in anger.

Alpha Axel stared at her, his demeanor calm but his expressionless was hard to dissect, one would not know what he could do next,

"Ptffff" He smirked as he prowled back to his long window where he planted varies of plants and flowers, Axel loved plants, the sanity, the breeze and coolness they bring to his disturbed mind, they also help easing his sleeplessness.

"Why? You believe that I killed your daughter! You should have allowed your mistress kill me to" Ava yelled again, Alpha Axel was calm, Ava didn't get the reaction she wanted, hatred was in her eyes.

Axel took a scissors and cut a rose from the flower pot, The stem was so long and the thorns bristling sharp and dangerous, his eyes flickered with something dark.

As he clenched it in his fist, letting the sharp thorns sink into his flesh. Blood dripped, red and pooling onto the floor, his expression remained eerily calm, unmoved by the pain that would make most men wince.

Ava’s breath caught in her throat as she watched, her voice trembling, and his expression remained blankly inscrutable as she rushed to him and grabbed his hands.

“Are you insane? The thorns is hurting—"

Before she could finish, his hand snapped to her neck, fingers wrapping around her wounded throat like a vice.

Ava gasped, pain searing through the half-healed cut, her eyes wide with terror as his grip tightened, suffocating her protest. The more she struggled, the harder he squeezed, his lips curling into a cold, cruel smile.

“You think that hurts?” His voice was low with menacing growl.

"You think that hurts compared to what your father did to me and my family?" He growled, his face contorted with rage..

He saw that she was losing her breaths as he flung her onto the bed. Ava flew through the air, bracing for the brutal impact, but landed softly on the large plush mattress.

The contrast was jarring, like falling into the comforting abyss of soft cloud,

Ava’s body trembled, her throat throbbing, her mind spinning from the force of his dominance. She lay there, gasping for air, as he cut all the thorns into a small case besides the bed, the petals from the rose all cut on the desk, and he was holding the stem which was now a rope.

And all of a sudden Axel loomed over her dominantly on the bed, blood still dripping from his hand, and his eyes filled with the promise of more pain to come for her.

He gripped her two tiny wrist and bound it together with the tight Stem above her head, and her heart thudded with anticipation of the unknown what's he planning now.

And he gripped tightly onto her flimsy gown which already barely covered anything and he ripped it to shred brutally that her two big breasts dangled freely to his domineering glare.

"I have not caused you any pain! My father did and I am not responsible for my father's sins!" Ava yelled defiantly to his face,

This Infuriated Axel more, it was like she was mocking the death of his daughter Alys, it was like she was mocking the cruel things done to his sister, her child and her unborn child, All Axel could see in Ava's face was mocking and laughing at the cruelty her father and his kins did to his family.

This pained pierced his heart like a poisonous spear and madness darkened his imaginations, it wasn’t frail Ava under him anymore, it was a maniacal cruel offspring of the mad king who did vicious things to him and his family.