(Gwen pov)If there was anything I disliked about this palace, it was the staircase. It was as long as it was curved with a glossy surface that shadowed your steps. I guess when they built it, the spiralling shape was supposed to be the point of its beautification, but then in moments like this when I am hurrying to reach down with the amount of anger simmering through my blood, I felt nothing short of irritation towards the architect.At the last landing, I literally hopped down, followed by Abigail who was at my heels right from the room. Thankfully, she wasn't trying to hold me back nor did she stop me. "Good evening, your highness. Princess!" The butler rushed to open the dining hall doors for us, the guards standing there bowing their heads once we passed them. I slowed my pace as I stepped into the massive room, my red-rimmed eyes pinned at Ashton who sat at the head of the table with a broad paper perched in his hands-obviously the daily kingdom journals- as he returned my in
“Julian?” I called, surprised to see him seating down in one of the red-ploughed daises in the palace's massive elegant living room with his eyes taking me intently in as I ambled towards him in unmistakable shock. How is it possible that he came to be here? I reasoned, stalking closer with my right brow arched high on my forehead unable to hide my astonishment. He was still the same. Nothing new. Only this time his hair seem to have grown an extra inch from the last time I saw him. And also, he was still seating down rather than coming to engulf me in his familiar papaish hug that I have come to miss.And he wasn't talking. Just grinning.“What are you doing here?” I stopped directly in front of his splayed legs, happiness bobbing through my body at his very presence. To say I have missed him would be an understatement. And that was exactly what I told him.Still, he didn't say anything.“What is going on_”The great palatial doors swung open, gathering my attention at once as the w
"That was the driest sex I have ever had.” The mockery kept ringing through my head as I sat close to my mate next day at the meeting, watching as one of the Lycan Alphas contribute to something they were deliberating on which I was apparently not interested in.It is all I have been able to think of. My failure as a woman to please my husband. I thought that day I watched every teenage wolf in my pack shift while I couldn't was the greatest embarrassment of my life, but yesternight, till now, each time my wandering eyes met Ashton, I feel myself turning red all over again in afresh fluster.“Gwendolyn!”I blinked severally as I came to, looking about until I faced Ashton who was observing me as though expecting me to say something. Did he say something?I cleared my throat while I readjuested on the chair, striving to remain poised. “Y-yes?”He nodded towards the others and at this point I realized the entire room has gone quiet. That was when slowly I twisted to face the large men,
(Ashton pov)"Yes. Exactly like that, my little whore." I pumped steadily into her mouth, relishing every moment of watching her plump lips wrapped around my cock and struggling to please me. I see it in her eyes. In her actions. In every of her body movement. Since last night she hasn't been herself and I know why. It all amounted to what I said last night after our passionate lovemaking even if I didn't mean it. This she-wolf wasn't like any I have ever met. Not even the sly she-devil I was involved with in the past. This one had a lot of passion to give. She had love. It was there trying to suffocate my every move to break her. I had intentionally brought her to the meeting with me today because I knew the people were going to choke her with unconventional questions. I have been avoiding those questions myself and had used her as a shield. And forgive me, also as a means of further threatening her."Fuck!" I groaned as my release approached. I tightened my right hand on her hair
(Gwen pov)“Gwen?” I wavered, about to deliver a strong blow to the dummy in front of me, and sighed as I pivoted to face Abigail who just walked into the training ground.“Abby.” I lowered my hands by my side, striving to control my ragged breathe. “What are you doing here?”She shrugged, her two hands splayed out. “This is obviously a training ground.”“Oh...” I have gotten used to sneaking here for the past week to train alone that I almost forgot it wasn't just private property. They had a private one for the King and Queen but the last thing I needed was bumping into my mate, so I deliberately avoided there. “What's up?”“I should be asking you that.” She readied herself in front of another Wooster dummy, stretching her ankles which lengthened the black training slack she was on and tautened her round bum. “What's going on lately? You have been detached.”I nodded, suddenly losing interest in my training. Perhaps, I need to practice with a real person. “I am growing scared, Abby,
Smoking hot. Those were two words to use to describe the fella sitting across from us that evening at the giant dining table, directly opposite me.“So, Tyler, I and the entire pack welcome you to the palace,” Ashton proclaimed beside me, referring to the new guy. “Feel free. And what were you need, do well to reach out to the...queen here,” he nodded in my direction. “She will provide you with it.”I smiled as the shining obsidian eyes of Tyler-the new guy- flashed at me. I could swear I detected something mischievous in there. Or maybe, it was my beclouded mind that saw it. My beclouded lonely mind. Ashton's hand landed on mine on the table and I shivered, and hastily regained myself, looking up at him. He was smiling down at me, but it was only in his eyes. At a closer look, you will discover there was no truth in them. It wasn't from the soul. “As it's expected of the Queen, you are to show your acceptance before the humble men of this table, that you accept our new guest into th
“Ashton?” I exclaimed as I was roughly awoken by my growling mate, his long canines pointy as he scowled at me. Even in the darkness the distinct lethal spark shooting through his now ethereal orbs doesn't escape me. I looked around the bed in confusion. What did I do now?“Come here!” He commanded as he wandered to the black dais by the hearth to fall plush on and wagged me to him. I looked back as if expecting someone else to emerge from behind me but when I faced him again, he was still fixed on me, his head down in a predatory manner.I gulped down heavily. Did I do or say something in my sleep?“Don't waste my time, woman!” He lashed out at me, sitting up from the chair with his two hands by the armrest. I cowered and scurried off the bed to the edge to go to him. “On your knees.” He brisked, his eyes not faltering from me. “Don't make me say it again.”I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. Raking my head to recollect what happened before I went to sleep or during it. Of
(Ashton pov)Gwendolyn was like an open book. She was so predictable that I could easily infuriate her without trying so hard.And that was something I triumphed over doing. I enjoyed seeing her humiliated. Watching her left speechless, and those chubby cheeks stain with a deep shade of red in embarrassment each time she is caught off-guard.But, today at dinner my plan didn't seem to go as I intended. I intentionally ignore telling her about the traditional acceptance speech offered to any new guest that came into the pack, especially the palace. Because just like every other time, I wanted to reveal how inadequate she was as my Queen to the public.Just to see her break.However, it crashed back into my face. Much to my distaste. It appeared someone had informed her about the ritual and that someone I suspect to be my sister. Only her could ruin my plans. And to add to my anger at a failed plan, I caught her blushing to something the guest said.It dealt a blow at me. Reminded me of