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2025-01-28 03:40:10“Will he kill me?”
I questioned John as we walked toward the office. His exasperated gaze shifted to me, his lips pressing into a tight line. “Kill is unpredictable. Can’t say. Just stay quiet inside, and I’ll try to handle this.” I nodded, swallowing my thanks as my palms turned clammy. My jittery legs betrayed the resolve I desperately tried to cling to. What had I been thinking, entering the Alpha King’s chambers at 1:30 in the night? Yes, I was desperate to save Lil, but my actions? Reckless. Stupid. We stopped in front of the door, and John turned, his eyes heavy with warning. “Keep your eyes lowered. His Highness hates eye contact. And don’t—under any circumstances—touch him. He despises a woman’s touch more than anything.” A cold shiver slithered down my spine as I begrudgingly nodded. The logic behind those commands escaped me, but his words echoed in my head. Despises a woman’s touch? I hugged myself, memories of earlier crashing into me. The warmth of his palm trailing over my body, lingering like an unwanted brand, followed by the sting of it. Heat flushed my cheeks at the memory. Damn it, Eve. Focus! This was my chance. He was willing to listen, and I’d do my best to convince him. When I stepped inside, the extravagance of his office momentarily stole my breath. Mahogany wood, ornate gold accents, countless books lining the shelves, and a chandelier that glimmered like starlight. Distracted, I didn’t notice when John stopped abruptly. My head slammed into his back. “Eve, careful!” “Sorry, just me being clumsy,” I muttered, rubbing my nose sheepishly. John gave me a knowing, soft smile, but then I felt it. The weight of his gaze. Predatory. Calculated. Ruthless. Seated behind his massive desk, the Alpha King’s commanding presence dominated the room. His large frame leaned back in the chair, elbows on the armrests, ring-clad fingers resting against his lips—those thin, tantalizingly soft-looking lips. I blinked. Shit. Was I staring at his lips? I looked up, hoping he hadn’t noticed, but I was gravely mistaken. The second I’d dropped the shawl from my face, his sharp silver eyes were locked on me, dragging over my form with a hawk-like intensity. I squirmed under his gaze, shifting my weight uncomfortably, praying he’d look away. But he didn’t. “Your Highness, I… I’ve come to request you to carry forward this case.” John broke the silence, sliding a piece of paper across the desk. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I watched the Alpha King’s gaze finally shift—to the paper.The paper having the residence number. A smile curled at his lips, but the cold malice in his eyes deepened as he looked back at me. “She says she was with her friend at the tavern around 8:15 hours—” “Get out.” My heart seized, the command cutting through the air like a blade. John gawked. “But Sir—” “Out, Beta.” His voice was smooth but laced with dangerous authority. “I believe this little intruder can speak and present her case herself. Your assistance is no longer required.” John hesitated, looking at me helplessly. My pleading eyes begged him to stay. Don’t leave me here with this monster. Please! But he couldn’t defy his Alpha. He sighed, shaking his head, then left with a quiet click of the door. And just like that, I was alone. Silence stretched between us. Yet I felt it—every second of his gaze crawling over my skin. He moved, circling me like a predator assessing its prey. My torn clothes, tangled hair, and dirt-streaked skin only made me feel more exposed. I rubbed my palms together, desperate to hide the shame of my disheveled state. “You’re a mess, little mouse,” he whispered, the words slithering from behind me.And my eyes widen at the nickname. Little mouse? Was it because I was ugly like a mouse or because I intruded into his territory? I hugged myself tightly and nodded, willing my voice to steady. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to fix myself. I was worried about Lilly.” My words tumbled out in a rush. “We were at the Forem Tavern at 8:15 when three men started harassing her. They had crescent tattoos on their necks, all of them. I warned them, told them to stay away, but they didn’t—” I stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was leaning back in his chair, toying with a paperweight, utterly bored. My frustration bubbled. The least he could do was listen. But his next words knocked the air out of my lungs. “156,780 kidnapping cases are pending in the courts,” he mused, twirling the paperweight lazily. “6,436 occur every year on average. What makes you think your ‘Lilly’ is so special, little mouse?” Rage replaced fear as I clenched my fists. Lilly wasn’t just a number. She was my friend, my family. “Because she’s a resident under your protection!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger. “A woman! Ninety-five percent of those cases you referenced involve young women, from the ages of eleven to thirty-five. If you, the Alpha King—the most powerful man in this world—can’t assure their safety or deliver justice, then you don’t deserve the throne you sit on!” His steel eyes narrowed, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. Even I couldn’t believe what I’d just said. The sharp sensation between my legs reminded me of my vulnerability. I had just signed my death sentence. “Resident?” he drawled, his voice colder than before. He held up the paper, his gaze cutting into my soul. “This number is fake.” I froze. How did he know?Related chapters
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“The last digit,” he explained, his tone amused. “I design the sequence myself. For men, the number always ends in even digits; for women, odd. And this?” He held the paper closer. “This ends in two.”He tilted his head, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement.“You can fool my Beta, but not me, little mouse. You’re a liar. And a very interesting one at that.”My eyes widened.Damn it. This is spiraling out of control. At this rate, I might not even leave here alive. Is this why he sent John away?My tongue felt useless, frozen in my mouth, as my body stiffened. The sound of his steps echoed ominously.Thud.Thud.Thud.I saw his shoes before I felt his presence—towering, overwhelming, and far too close.“I had… no choice,” I muttered, my gaze dropping to the floor.“Everyone has a choice, rogue.”“I didn’t. I had to survive.”“And you’re doing a pathetic job of it.”Tears stung my eyes. How dare he? How dare he look at me like that, with such cold disdain?He didn’t know what I’d bee
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“ There are ones who enjoy making others suffer, sadist as we call them.And then there are those.The ones who just watch you burn, doing nothing to help. And once you have given up?They come to collect the ashes. The demon.That's what they call him.” ….The air was suffocating, thick with invisible chains that seemed to pull me back with every step. My lungs screamed in protest as I sprinted through the grand, endless halls of the castle. My footing faltered, my heart lurching as I glanced down.Damn it!The sole of my shoe had split, flapping uselessly against the cold marble. I kicked them off, abandoning them in my desperation, and continued to run. My bare feet slapped against the unforgiving floor, every step echoing in the vast emptiness around me.Helpless, I skidded to a halt at a dead end, my breath ragged as I slammed my fists against the wall.What the hell is this place? A goddamn maze?My frantic eyes darted around, searching for
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Killain’s POVI walk, following the trail of crimson streaks staining my pristine Italian marble floor, the contrast as sharp as the predator lurking within me. It leads me to her.The little wounded mouse.She lay at my feet, barely clinging to life, her existence as fragile as the fraying threads of the tattered shawl draped over her bony frame.Pathetic.Her hair, wild and unruly, spilled across the floor, and her clothes clung to her like a second skin—worthless, like the life she was struggling to preserve.I don’t waste my time on women. Not a glance, not a second. But this one? This one wasn’t just any woman.She was useful.The Moon Goddess herself had delivered her to me—a broken, insignificant little thing that fit perfectly into my plans. And I, a lion, had found her in my den. How poetic.At first, I mistook her for one of the desperate maids who dared to slip into my chambers, hoping for more than their station allowed. Perhaps I’d been harsher than necessary. If I tore t
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I groaned, my body heavy and unresponsive, as if I were waking from a dream that clung to my bones like tar. My fingers twitched, brushing against something impossibly soft—velvet, silk, something luxurious and cold. My brows furrowed as I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Above me, the ceiling stretched high, adorned with intricate carvings of angels. Their stone eyes seemed to follow me, their wings frozen mid-beat, as if they had been caught in a moment of divine judgment.Am I dead?The thought flitted through my mind, but the sharp ache in my body told me otherwise. Dead people don’t feel pain. Dead people don’t feel fear.And then, like a blade slicing through the haze, sunlight poured into the room as the curtains were ripped open. I flinched, throwing up a hand to shield my eyes, the sudden brightness burning into my retinas. My vision blurred, and when it cleared, I saw my hand—bandaged, pale, trembling.Wait… what?The memories came crashing back, a tida
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Lub. Dub. Lub. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a deafening echo in the silence that stretched between us. I didn’t understand this man. Why was he so fixated on me? What could he possibly want from someone like me? Taking a deep, shaky breath, I tried, my voice trembling but firm as I clenched my fists to look at him. “See, Your Highness, if you’re doing this just to… to fuck me? I promise you, thousands of other high class beautiful women would be more than willing to worship you. I bet they will be a better sight to look at and can offer you a much better experience than me.You don’t have to waste your time on someone like me—” He throws his head back to chuckle and I look at the corded veins trailing up his long strong neck. My mouth suddenly went dry. Why is he laughing? I didn't jest. Raking his fingers through his jet black hair, those silvery grey eyes looked down at me from under those beautifully curled eyelashes. And I see his lips molding into a thi
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Time had become irrelevant. Minutes, hours—they all blurred into one endless stretch of waiting. Sitting there, I couldn’t tell how long had passed. I was trapped in the prison of my own thoughts, each one clawing at my sanity.Twenty-four hours.Could he really find her in twenty-four hours?Doubt was a heavy stone in my chest, pressing against my lungs. What if he didn’t? What if he went back on his word?But no. He was the Werewolf King. His word wasn’t just law—it was ironclad. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he didn’t make empty promises. Whether his word brought salvation or destruction, it was always delivered.The sound of footsteps startled me out of my spiraling thoughts. My head snapped up as the door creaked open, and a group of five women entered. They were dressed in crisp maid uniforms, their hair neatly pinned back. Everything about them was polished and orderly, a sharp contrast to the chaos I felt inside.“Good evening, ma’am,” one of them said
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“This way, ma’am,” one of the maids said, leading me down the hall.My footsteps echoed against the marble floor, each step heavier than the last.These were the very halls I ran through last night.The very walls that heard me beg for help.But none came.Everyone was loyal to him here. Even the air that I breathe.When we arrived at the Alpha King’s office, the massive double doors swung open with an ominous creak, the sound slicing through the suffocating silence of the hallway.He was there, seated behind a massive mahogany desk, his dark head bent over a stack of papers. The glow of the firelight bathed the room in amber hues, but the warmth it offered didn’t reach me. It couldn’t. The air itself felt bitterly cold—an icy chill that seemed to emanate from him, wrapping itself around my chest like a vice.The maids voice broke the silence. “Your Highness. She is here.”He didn’t even glance up.I lingered in the doorway, the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a physic
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Tick. Tick. The sound of the clock reverberated in the suffocating silence, each second a hammer against my chest. My eyes flitted to Killian. He sat, motionless yet terrifying, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. The pen in his hand groaned in protest, his fingers a vice around it. His patience was unraveling. “Get down,” he said, his voice low, guttural—almost a growl. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. I hesitated, my gaze darting to Bane. The massive beast stood there, muscles taut, his black eyes gleaming like liquid night. “But he—” “I said get your ass down, little mouse. Now.” The words cut through me, sharp and final. My stomach twisted, and I swallowed hard. Okay. I can do this. One step at a time. I slid off the desk hesitantly, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. Bane’s growl deepened, a rumble that vibrated through the room. His eyes never left me, the predator locked on its prey. I flinched as my dress
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The tang of blood filled my mouth almost immediately, metallic and bitter. I expected him to yank his hand back, to curse or react in pain. But he didn’t. Instead, his thumb pressed deeper, the motion deliberate, almost punishing.Fuck!I gagged, my throat convulsing as his blood coated my tongue, metallic and vile. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but the sight of him didn’t waver. If anything, his lips curled, and his eyes gleamed with predatory amusement—a wolf savoring his prey’s final thrashes.“That’s more like it,” he rasped, his voice low and serrated, each word slicing into me like a blade. His thumb pressed further into my mouth, forcing me to taste more of him, drowning me in the coppery tang of humiliation.I couldn’t breathe.My lungs clenched in protest, screaming for air as I twisted and writhed beneath him. A feral panic ignited inside me, but before I could pull away, his legs coiled around me, his thighs like steel cables pinning my arms.It wasn’t a hold.
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Kane was still talking, something about tracking rogue movements, about needing scouts along the riverbanks, but his voice was just a hum in the background. My focus was shot, my attention stolen by the woman who had the audacity to fall asleep against me, the werewolf King. The strongest and most powerful man in this world. People quiver in my presence, piss their pants at my one command and she is sleeping without a care of this world? How? Did I act soft with her? Am I missing something? Why isn’t she scared of me? I let my fingers trail lower, brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered. A tiny gasp left her lips, but she didn’t wake. Her body curled in tighter, pressing closer, and fuck if that didn’t send a sharp pulse of need straight to my core. The urge to grip her, to fist her hair and make her fully aware of what she was doing to me, was unbearable. My free hand clenched into a fist. Control. I was always in control. But this little mouse was testing it. Testi
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Tick. Tick. The sound of the clock reverberated in the suffocating silence, each second a hammer against my chest. My eyes flitted to Killian. He sat, motionless yet terrifying, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. The pen in his hand groaned in protest, his fingers a vice around it. His patience was unraveling. “Get down,” he said, his voice low, guttural—almost a growl. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. I hesitated, my gaze darting to Bane. The massive beast stood there, muscles taut, his black eyes gleaming like liquid night. “But he—” “I said get your ass down, little mouse. Now.” The words cut through me, sharp and final. My stomach twisted, and I swallowed hard. Okay. I can do this. One step at a time. I slid off the desk hesitantly, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. Bane’s growl deepened, a rumble that vibrated through the room. His eyes never left me, the predator locked on its prey. I flinched as my dress
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“This way, ma’am,” one of the maids said, leading me down the hall.My footsteps echoed against the marble floor, each step heavier than the last.These were the very halls I ran through last night.The very walls that heard me beg for help.But none came.Everyone was loyal to him here. Even the air that I breathe.When we arrived at the Alpha King’s office, the massive double doors swung open with an ominous creak, the sound slicing through the suffocating silence of the hallway.He was there, seated behind a massive mahogany desk, his dark head bent over a stack of papers. The glow of the firelight bathed the room in amber hues, but the warmth it offered didn’t reach me. It couldn’t. The air itself felt bitterly cold—an icy chill that seemed to emanate from him, wrapping itself around my chest like a vice.The maids voice broke the silence. “Your Highness. She is here.”He didn’t even glance up.I lingered in the doorway, the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a physic
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Time had become irrelevant. Minutes, hours—they all blurred into one endless stretch of waiting. Sitting there, I couldn’t tell how long had passed. I was trapped in the prison of my own thoughts, each one clawing at my sanity.Twenty-four hours.Could he really find her in twenty-four hours?Doubt was a heavy stone in my chest, pressing against my lungs. What if he didn’t? What if he went back on his word?But no. He was the Werewolf King. His word wasn’t just law—it was ironclad. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he didn’t make empty promises. Whether his word brought salvation or destruction, it was always delivered.The sound of footsteps startled me out of my spiraling thoughts. My head snapped up as the door creaked open, and a group of five women entered. They were dressed in crisp maid uniforms, their hair neatly pinned back. Everything about them was polished and orderly, a sharp contrast to the chaos I felt inside.“Good evening, ma’am,” one of them said
