Lycan King’s Nemesis

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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.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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 Emma and how much she was revered by the other men and how much it left a deep void inside me. Yet, I trusted her and didn’t think much about it. I trusted her so much that I didn’t think she would ever leave me for another man. What a fool I was.

And right there in front of me, my mate couldn’t compose herself before our new addition to the pack. Tyler.

The guy was a promising guardian-the only reason I allowed him resident in my pack. Of course, it was a risk. The red moon curse was abhorred since the 1920s when the first cursed breed massacred an entire pack when he lost control of himself during a full moon. Nonetheless, I am a King with a large heart. A heart wide enough to give my protege enough room and chances.

Today, it was tested. One, I easily forgave.

After dinner, I wanted to go to my study and have a drink or two while going through the recent inventory compiled by Williams as well as reflect on the upcoming horse race that would hold in the summer; the logistics and personnel.

On my way to the study, my wolf became restless and began wrestling to take control as he has been doing lately since Gwen came here. So, I instantly knew she was the cause of it. I would have ignored it yet I found myself retracing my steps in the direction of the stairs.

I came to halt as I encountered Merit sashaying down the rungs, changed from the former blue chiffon evening gown she wore to dinner to the Delta uniform. She looked solemn for business.

She seemed shocked to see me but fastly rearranged her features. She plastered on her charming smile and took a single step down, her eyes fastened on me.

I had no choice but to pause at the foot of the step to return her regard. “Hey,” I mouthed. We haven’t been alone since we returned from our little shadow chase in the woods.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she purred, skimming her eyes about me in a flirty manner.

“That is because I was just coming from the study. Off to the camp?” As the chief Delta, she was expected to check on the other Deltas thereafter coming back to the palace for her daily rounds.

“Oh…” She crossed her hands over her subtle boobs, stopping three steps away. “Off to bed early?” It was a questionable affirmation.

I didn’t respond. I owed her nothing. Like I owed no woman. “We will see tomorrow, Merit.” I began ascending.

She blocked me. “You asked me to move in, your majesty.” Suddenly, the title sounded insulting on her lips.

I smirked. “Right. Let’s keep it that way.”

Her right hand arose to touch me, but I was apt to catch and held it taut, away from me. “Behave, Merit,” I hushed, sternly. “Good night.” I dropped the hand and pushed past her in full force. She knew better than to try and stop me again.

I knew fucking Merit was going to be a bad idea as she was supposed to be my chosen mate, but even more so because I knew she always had a crush on me since we were pups. For fuck sake she used to whisper how she couldn’t wait to grow up and become my mate.

And yet, I fucked her.

Blame it on my ego; the one that wanted to spite Gwendolyn.

Now, I have played into her trap and she seemed likely to become a leech. And that was exactly what despised. Unwanted leeches. Like my mate.

That was the state of mind I was in when I entered my chamber-the one I shared with my mate-and found her moaning out in her sleep.

Gradually, I drew close, thinking it was all in my head. As a result of my delusional mind for the past few days. Albeit, my mate was moaning loudly as her left hand caressed her private part and when I thought that was the hottest thing I am yet to see, she did the most despicable thing:

She moaned out the name of another man in her sleep.

In the entire thirty-five years of my life, I never thought I could be jealous of another man. The debauchery of downstairs, I could discount, but this, calling another man’s name repeatedly in her sleep while she experienced something only I was privy to give to her, ruined me more than I expected.

Back to the present. She was pumping me into her mouth steadily like the whore she was, my rock-hard cock yielding under pressure threatening to discombobulate from the heavenly euphoria spasming through me.

I was close, so close that soon I was jerking repeatedly as I experienced yet another best orgasm of my life.

By now, the room reeked of our sweats mixed with the pungent smell of her wetness, not to mention my cum. The very thought that I made her wet even when I haven’t touched her turned me on once more and soon I stood up from the lounge, picked her off the ground and pulled her in the direction of the bed where I pushed her on it, standing tall to sample every part of her delectable curves.

This was not part of the plan.

I didn’t want to think it lest I changed my mind.

I needed to fuck her so hard that all she thinks about henceforth is nought else but me. Recalling the name of the guy on her lips while she slept, infuriated my wolf once more and I stepped out of my pants and climbed the bed.

Julian.

After today, her brains would be too occupied with my name that she would have no room to think of that shithead, whoever he is.

Fury, bitterness, and jealousy became my companion as I devastated my mate’s pussy that night.

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