Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Ciara

He stood in front of us with his arms crossed on his chest and face lowered with a rock expression on his face.

His alluring scent once again wavered through the atmosphere that whiffed up my nose in an instant making a blissful out of the moment.

I breathe out settling in the beautiful nose tickling scent of my mate.

“We are aware that asking the second time would means your head coming off your body.” His voice sentenced once again, the hard tone composing each word and spilling it out doing a different wonder to my body.

I had never been this flustered, sure by an appearance. But with his voice, I was beyond smitten by it and I want nothing more than him whispering all day to my ears.

He had knotted my inside just by opening those lips, lighted it on fire every time a single word fell out of his mouth.

“We’re sorry your majesty. This peasant-“

“Do not address her as a peasant.” The cold riffled voice cut through the guard that was responding to him, his tone deadpanned reflecting a bit on his expression.

“I apologize for hitting a nerve. She had committed an atrocity of disrespecting Sir Lance.” The same guy who was reprimanded and had his head bowed had said to him.

I easily could notice the tremble in his stance. Which made me wonder how much the Lycan King held on his people.

“That still does not tell me what she is getting. Go deeper.” The calm hoarse went on commanding him.

I couldn’t help my lips stretching into a smile, happening as a result of how deep I am in love with his voice.

It is crazy, but I just don’t get how a man would be blessed with a voice that makes me wants to rip off my clothes and commit unholy acts on spot.

He speak through his mouth as I have studied while my eyes were glued to him, thus deepening his tone.

“The bitch fucking bit my dick, Your Highness. She’s gonna get punished, and her pretty little cunt that she’s protecting from me is what I’m gonna get. She’s proving herself to be some bitch, but some-“

I gasped at what happened next that had the rambling man coming to a stop as he came kneeling down before me then his body proceeded to falling to the ground in a thud with blood furiously popping out of his ripped neck.

In a zoom, he had bridged the distance between them with his hand going through his neck in a slice.

The head fell down rolling away to a corner inside the room.

The urge to scream cloaked my vocal, and I restricted myself from freaking out at the horrific scene in front of my sight.

I wasn’t the only one terrified, same goes to the guards in front of me. They were equally surprised and frightened, both however masking their fear with a stoic expression; one I could easily see behind.

He turned around facing us, “You both should clean this up,” his eyes narrowed over to the floor where his statement was referencing. “And the two left both of you should go get her something nice to eat. Need I warn you that you should have my prisoner well served and respected at all times. Any act of roguery or perversity against her sniffed by me won’t go unpunished and would leave your head dangling off of your head. Now are my words clear?” He addressed with such superiority my sick self felt no shame finding the sexiness in the aura.

“Yes, Your Highness.” They all chorused at once, all the guards answering with their heads bowed.

He strode over to my figure, his intimidating figure coming to shadow my existence as he took a stance in front of me with his hands crossed together behind him.

“First is you should feel comfortable, later on we will have a lot to talk about concerning your father; Alpha King Arnold. You’ll need to share vital informations whether or not you wish to comply.” He said to my face, tone flat and unhinged with nothing expressed on his Greek facial features.

My eyes were drained out of senses, and I was lost in the amazing scent radiating from him.

None of what he said really came through my ears, and all I could read on his lips were the seduction that screams for me to come closer and taste them.

I would succumb to it if he had waited more, but he turned around like the robot he is, walking out of the cell with his stride stone like.

I was ushered back to where I was on the floor, two out of them already went out to go get me something to eat per his orders leaving two more to clean the cell like he beseeched.

“I can’t believe he killed him for her. What could she mean to him that he would kill someone so important to him because he disrespected her? And not like she’s someone who actually deserved to be respected. Gosh, I hate her so much I want to kill her.”

I vividly could hear them gossiping about me while cleansing the room of the blood and goriness as requested by my mate whose name I’m yet to know even.

It was the dirty blonde averagely adult on the left holding a mop that wished to kill me.

They were discussing in whispers, but I don’t know whose brain of theirs to blame for not realizing I’m a werewolf with an extraordinary hearing.

“You’re not the only one that wants that. I wonder why he is keeping her and even giving her the most care since we’ve been abducting werewolves.” The other guy, his partner in the room on the task whispered back.

Both totally oblivious to the fact that all their saying is quite a speaker to my ear.

“I have an idea though, it’s crazy but it’s definitely going to work.”

“What are you talking about?” The other guy sounded confused and wasn’t entirely getting his partner’s insinuation.

“I’m saying I have an idea on how to pay the bitch back for what she did to Elder Dunce.” He clarified for him.

An idea, to pay me back, what could he possibly mean by that?