4 ~ Begging to the King

Ryan POV

I looked at the unconscious body of that fragile girl. Her eyes were closed, seems dead already. Her small stomach was bleeding and her face was getting even brighter with the loss of blood.

This was the first time when my gaze was locked on someone. Her dark red hair got me attracted. It was long and wavy with great volume. Her eyelashes were long and whenever she blinked, it did something inside me. Her eyes were mesmerizing as if I saw them. It felt like I knew her, like from a very long ago. It was a familiar feeling.

“Your Grace, she is bleeding,” a slave caught my attention.

I came out of the chain of thoughts instantly.

“Lucas, heal her,” I ordered my Beta.

Yes, we were werewolves. The one who was known to exist even before the origin of human beings. Our ancestor Lycaon was known to be a servant of Lord Zeus, The Lord of the Gods. But one day, he served Lord Zeus food made of human flesh and he got angry. His anger turned to peak and he turned Lycaon into a wolf. Since then his genes mixed with the human being and werewolves evolved with time.

We were best known for our extreme muscle power and great sense of sight, smell, and hearing. Being a werewolf had its own pros and cons. Where we were blessed with the power of shifting ourselves from human to wolf, we had to suffer the unbearable pain of breaking bones while doing it. We were blessed with strong mind-linking power, physical strength, powerful smelling, healing, and hearing ability. Not just these, we were blessed with a mate that was chosen by the moon goddess for us. That means we couldn’t choose our mate for ourselves but had to accept what destiny chose for us. We could feel the strong bond, like attraction, desire, and strong feelings for mating but rejection by mates could kill a werewolf. It was something really unbearable for someone.

I looked at my Beta, Lucas, second in command sitting beside her and using his healing abilities to heal that girl.

I was Alpha, meaning the prime, the ruler, the most powerful wolf of our pack. Well, our pack was known as the Castro pack and it was in existence for the last thousand years. After my father’s death, I became the Alpha, because I was the strongest and the most beautiful werewolf alive on earth. Only one of its kind. But, everything changed that night. I changed that night.

I was cursed now, only the Moon Goddess knew if I would ever be able to find my mate or not.

“Ryan, she is better now,”

Lucas informed me standing up.

“Take her to the special quarter of my chamber,” I ordered.

The celebration was already fucked up with all this drama but I had to admit that this girl was something. I mean, in the last eight years, we won more than twelve kingdoms and made thousands of women our slaves but no one got the guts of challenging our decision.

She seems fierce and strong-headed, I thought.

“You all must continue the celebration,”

I declared and excused myself. 

Coming back to my chamber, I changed into the lower only. Taking the Jug and glass for the drink, I walked to my balcony. It was dark but there was slight moonlight falling on the earth because of the half-moon. I sat on the chair on the balcony, getting comfortable enough, and looked at the moon as usual.

The winds were soothing, the darkness was amazing and the peace was wonderful.

The half-moon was brightening beautifully, taming the darkness all alone in the clear sky. There were stars too. But, the moon had its own magic. I poured myself a drink and settled in the cushioned chair.

It always reminded me of that day. The day I committed the sin and was cursed by the Moon Goddess. Since then I have prayed every day for her to show some mercy on me and give me my powers back. Or at least let me feel the mate bond. I was dying to meet my mate, someone with whom I could share my pain, someone who could understand me. 

“What the hell have you done to me?”

My attention was caught by a girlish voice and I turned to look inside the chamber. My eyes tried to see in that darkness as only a few light lamps were lit this late. I noticed a similar figure and a few attendees who were behind her trying to stop her.

I signaled them to go back and she walked to me in anger.

“What kind of witched person you are?” 

She asked, looking at me. Her stomach was looking completely fine now and she changed into a plain red long gown.

Her voice turned slightly slow at the end when she noticed me.

"Don't you think you came without permission,"

"Permission my foot, tell me what you did to me. First, you have those witched people, and then this," she yelled, signaling at her stomach.

I gulped my drink.

"You should be thankful,"

"You wish, you took my kingdom, so you should be than-"

Before she could finish her line. I pulled her to make her sit on my lap. Both legs were between my widened thighs. Our heads were now of equal heights.

"I didn't take your Kingdom. I earned it. Your so-called brother wasn't made for it,"

"And you are?" She asked.

I angled her hands behind her. Her body came closer to me. Honestly, I was fuming with anger right now. Wanting to kill her for what her brother did to me, but not like that.

"Yes, I am," I declared.

She took a deep breath and her chest came a little up as I tightened my grip on his wrist behind her. She moved in my lap a little and I felt slightly turned on by her move. 

She looked into my eyes intensely, challenging me to the core.

"You don't do anything on yourself, you just got an army of fools who follows you blindly,"

My hand instantly grabbed her neck using my other hand after keeping the glass on the side table. I felt offended. 

"Trust me you will regret your words when I will start doing,"

She shivered under me and I liked it. Her lashes seem heavy to stay open in front of my gaze. Her breathing slowed down with the effect of my hand on her neck. 

"You are hurting me," she complained.

Her eyes turned teary and unknowingly my hold softened on her neck.

"I hate you," she breathed.

My sight just stuck on her swollen lips as she was struggling to even breathe. My fingers on her neck slightly brushed her skin. My hand slowly pulled her face closer and looked at her getting out of breath with her choked neck. And she shut her eyes close.

I stroked her neck lightly with my thumb a little and she tilt her head back a little. Trying to keep her lips away from me.

Damn! She was responsive. 

Anticipating my touch, she put her palm on my chest and almost moaned. The strokes from my thumb on her were slow as I was taking in the visuals of her sensitive and responsive actions.

Slowly, I snaked my other arm around her unknowingly. I had lost my senses for some time. I was feeling some kind of peace in her presence.

"Kill me, right now," She breathed.

I blinked looking at her. The red gown was revealing her cleavage a little and it was looking damn seductive under the moonlight. Her arms were slim and fragile. She was soft like butter. Beautiful like roses and the most attractive was her long dark red hair with bright skin. She looks like a damn princess.

And, a woman I had not seen in ages. And, almost after two decades, I was feeling like taking a woman to my bed.

But my prime attraction toward her was born because of her fierceness. 

"What if I don't kill you in one shot? I will make you my whore,"

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her breathing raced and I leaned in closer to her neck.

"You'd rather kill me, I can't do any kind of work for a person like you," she declared, complete hate was there for me.

"You are not chosen for work sweet heart but for a good fuck,"

She shivered under me. Her eyebrows thinned a little and I muttered close to her neck.

"Have you ever been fucked?" I asked.

I was waiting for an answer but all I could hear was the sound of her racing heartbeats.

"Do you know what I want to do with you right now?" I breathed slowly.

She shook her head.

"I want you to take off this fabric right in front of me. Then spread your legs wide for me right here, sitting on my lap. I will grab your back and grind you making you feel me, harder and faster,"

Her breathing raced insanely and she protested to stand up. But, my hold around her was strong enough to keep her in place.

"Please, leave me,"

Her voice changed. She seems frightened. 

I looked into her eyes.

Her eyes turned teary as she begged again.

"Please, I am begging you. Don't do this to me. Kill me instead. I promise I won't say a word. You already have my brother. Please… I have no one to share my life with. Please, it would be easy for you… please kill me," a tear fell from her eyes and for the first time I felt something.