4. Evil Queen

Logan backed off. "I can do it myself!"

"Okay. Let me see. I don't like dirty dogs on my bed with me," Myrene said.

Logan gave her an offended look, but she was already walking towards a room he believed to be the bathroom. Myrene stood in the doorway and motioned for him to enter.

Logan walked past the woman, visibly irritated. He stood for a moment, stunned by the size of the bathroom in front of him. The decorations and carvings seemed out of place in a bathroom. Did they intend to spend all day gazing at that beauty?

Logan was caught off guard when he felt a squeeze on his buttocks. He immediately glared at Myrene. She was deliberately bothering him, while the woman just smiled innocently.

'She is really evil,' Zeger said.

There was no doubt about it. 'I know.' Logan replied, irritated.

He tried not to think about Myrene's presence in the bathroom and watching him shower. He also had to restrain himself from venting his annoyance at the woman's orders.

"Shave your balls." One of Myrene's commands.

Logan hated that. However, he was too tired to resist and remained silent, knowing that any resistance would only make things worse.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he needed to maintain composure and not let Myrene's actions get to him. He knew that reacting to her provocations would only give her satisfaction, and he didn't want to give her the upper hand.

After Myrene was satisfied, Logan reached for the kimono in the bathroom, but she told him not to.

"Dry your body. You don't need to cover anything. Hurry up and get out!" Myrene ordered, then she walked out.

Angry, Logan let out a sigh of frustration. But eventually he followed Myrene's lead and returned to the room. It was obvious that she would want him to serve her one more time like a naive frail lass and that he would be on his knees once again.

Thus, Logan just stood beside the comfortable, spacious bed, the only thing he could do was stand. Meanwhile, Myrene sat on the sofa in the center of the room.

There was no conversation for a while. Logan stood awkwardly.

Myrene turned around and frowned. "Why are you over there? Come here, I'm waiting for you."

Logan appeared confused after guessing incorrectly. Myrene looked at him sitting on the sofa and said, "Not there, you are too far away. Come here!"

Logan stood up again, sighing inwardly at Myrene's pointer. He kneeled on the floor next to the woman's feet. His frustration grew as he reluctantly obeyed Myrene's command and moved closer to her. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of irritation and resignation, knowing that he was once again being reduced to a submissive role in their dynamic.

Deep down, he longed for the day when he could break free from Myrene's control and reclaim his sense of dignity and self-worth.

Myrene leaned back on the sofa, looking satisfied and comfortable.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" she asked.

"I don't want to know," Logan snapped.

"Don't be harsh on me. I'm your lady, you know?"

"No lady would treat me like this. You make me your slave."

Myrene chuckled. "If that's what you think, then okay. Trust that I will love and protect you, and do the same for me."

In spite of his discomfort, Logan remained silent, still breathing irregularly.

Logan was aware of Myrene's background story. She became queen after the death of King Theodore, who was rumored to have been killed by a pack of werewolves while hunting.

However, the veracity of this story was disputed. Myrene was known to punish anyone who spread this rumor, indicating her discomfort with the topic.

Logan believed the story to be true, causing the woman to hold a grudge against the werewolf nation. However, why did Myrene collect them as husbands instead of killing them all? Was this her way of abusing them?

Logan was confused because until morning, Myrene had only asked him to feed her fruit while she sat comfortably and read a book. He had held back from saying anything because he was tired.

Logan silently admired Myrene's attractive figure. Her long brown hair was half tied up and the rest flowed neatly. The woman had a beautiful complexion that could easily attract men. She had soft lips, a sharp nose, and beautiful golden eyes.

Myrene's calm gaze while reading made Logan lose his mind, imagining her treating him like a prostitute. At least it was better than having to imagine things that made him curious.

Myrene signaled Logan to be quiet when he asked, "How is-" while she was reading.

Logan snorted in annoyance but complied. He was still worried about his pack and needed to find a way to get them out of the kingdom. Regarding the territory in the west, could it be that Myrene's army has recognized that area? Logan strongly believes so.

Myrene suddenly asked, "Is Ivana your girlfriend?" And placed her book on the table. The sun was now rising on the eastern horizon, casting light into the room through a gap in the window curtains.

Logan immediately shook his head, not wanting that girl to get into trouble. It was worth noting that they were not lovers.

"Didn't your people receive a mate from the Moon Goddess? Who is your mate?"

"I haven't found anyone yet."

"Shouldn't you get a mate at eighteen?" Myrene asked Logan, who was aware that his husbands Levastan, Atlas, and Dexter had already found theirs.

Logan replied, "I haven't found mine yet," not in the mood to discuss the topic.

He was, however, looking forward to the day when it would happen. He was certain that he and Ivana would become mates once she turned eighteen, but given the circumstances, it did not seem likely to happen now.

"Interesting. Do you know who your mate is?" Myrene asked.

Logan stared at the woman, surprised. "Why do you ask?" he replied.

"Because you are my husband," Myrene answered. “I won't let you suffer because of another girl.”

Logan stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Logan asked, but Myrene chose not to answer, which made him worried about his mate's well-being. Myrene instructed her bodyguard to prepare breakfast, but Logan was shocked when the 'food' was delivered to his room.

A young human, looking terrified, was bound to the table. Various vegetables covered his naked body. His mouth was gagged with an eggplant tied to the back of his head.

Logan's eyes were filled with disgust at the sight of Myrene's savage devouring of the human. Logan's stomach churned as he recoiled in horror, his mind racing with a mix of disgust and disbelief. The scene before him was beyond anything he could have imagined, and the realization that this woman was capable of such brutality left him shaken to his core.

"Eat," Myrene said, handing him a piece of a human's arm.

Logan winced. "No! Are you crazy?"

Myrene chuckled. "Why? Don't say you didn't eat them. They are delicious when they are young and fresh."

The human who was still on the table was currently groaning in pain with his hands and some parts of his body missing. It looked like he was praying to die right then and there rather than suffer.

Logan squeezed his hand. He loved meat, but did not live on human flesh. Werewolves and humans had a pact not to attack each other. They would eat any human who crossed the border. But, they still wouldn't torture them before eating like Myrene was doing right now.

Myrene smiled, blood dripping down her lips. "They are the reason why I need you as my husband."

Logan stared at Myrene uncomprehendingly. What did all this have to do with humans?