Chapter 8: My Betrayal

(Disclaimer: This chapter contains mature content)

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FELDA

I ignored whoever was knocking. I dragged my feet toward my brown wooden chair, sinking into it like all the strength had left my body.

Knock. Knock.

He knocked again.

“Who the hell are you?” I shouted, without lifting my head.

A bold, unfamiliar voice answered, “It’s me, Daze…”

Daze?

The name rang a bell, but it didn’t fully register. My head wasn’t working. My emotions were a mess. I wasn’t even supposed to still be standing, not after the pain I’d just gone through.

“What do you want?” I finally asked, sighing heavily when I felt his aura start to shift, like he was getting impatient.

“You have a message. From someone,” he replied quickly, like he couldn’t wait to drop it off and leave.

"From who," I inquired without moving an inch.

“I don’t know, Queen Felda. You can open the door to check it.”

I hissed.

Who was he to tell me what to do?

I stood with fury and flung open the door with a spell. He quickly moved back to avoid being hit. His reflex was sharp, wolf instincts on full display. If he hadn’t moved, he would’ve been on the floor by now.

But he stood there, steady. Like he’d been expecting it.

Then he walked in, taking careful steps, his eyes avoiding mine...but I was already watching him too closely to miss anything.

I wasn’t glaring because I didn't recognize him. I was glaring because he was…cute and good looking.

Those light green eyes aligned perfectly with his tanned skin. He brushed his charcoal black hair back as he took the last two steps closer to me.

My eyes fell to his pink lips.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice softer than I expected.

“I’m Daze. Prince Finnian’s soldier member,” he replied, his voice more firm now.

Ah. That’s why the name sounded familiar. He did look a bit familiar now.

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He stepped forward and stretched a brown letter toward me.

“I just wanted to deliver this to you.”

I looked at the letter, then back at his lips. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself...but I wanted to taste those lips.

I wanted to do to King Rowan what he did to me.

“Put it there,” I pointed to the small wooden table near us. He nodded and walked over, placing the letter down carefully, like it was made of glass.

Then, without a word, he turned and started walking to the door.

But I wasn’t done.

I slammed the door shut with a spell just as he reached for the handle. He stopped immediately, turned slowly, his eyes glowing golden now.

“Did I offend you before?” he asked, stepping toward me. His veins popped slightly in his arms, tension rising, but his whole body relaxed when his gaze caught my red, puffy eyes.

He must have realized I’d been crying.

He bowed slightly, then raised his head. “I’m sorry for how I reacted earlier,” he said, brushing back his hair again.

I found him even more handsome.

“I didn’t know something was wrong.”

I stepped toward him, three slow steps. He tried to look away again, but I placed my hand on his cheek, making him meet my gaze.

This time, he didn’t avoid me.

I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips to his.

He froze.

But I didn’t stop.

I took full control...my tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him, owning every second of it.

His hands slid to my waist, gently pushing me back, but he didn’t let go. We both gasped for air, our faces inches apart.

He tried to let go of my waist, but I held his hand firmly and pulled myself against his chest.

“What are you doing, Queen...”

“Shhh,” I silenced him, placing my finger on his lips.

“Come and ease my pain,” I whispered, watching his brow rise. He definitely got the message.

But instead of agreeing, he stepped back, creating space between us.

He shook his head. “I can’t… What if someone sees us? What if the King finds out?” His voice dropped. “I can’t ease your pain, and I hope you recover from whatever’s hurting you.”

I grabbed him again before he could run, this time wrapping a spell around him.

“What gives you the assurance that I’ll heal again? That I’ll be relieved?” I whispered, holding him tight.

He tried to fight the spell, but I wasn’t letting go.

“It’s just one time. No one will know. You’re not going to tell anyone, Daze,” I added. “There are no guards or maids around.”

“Release me from your magic,” he said, frustrated. I reached up and touched his soft black hair, smiling as I did.

He stopped fighting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, our breaths brushing against each other, chest to chest, heart to heart.

“You can’t lure me with your eyes,” he muttered.

I giggled. “Really?”

He tried to look away again.

“Stop denying it. I know you want me too.”

“We’ll be here like this till morning if you don’t make a move,” I teased.

Suddenly, his arms circled my waist, trailing to my butt. I smiled, hugging him tighter. He kissed my cheek, then my neck, and I moaned softly.

His hand slipped to the back of my neck and he crashed his lips into mine.

This time, he wasn’t gentle.

He was hungry. Rough. Dominant.

I moaned in between the kisses, wrapping myself even tighter around him.

“Kiss me back,” he commanded.

And I did. Without thinking twice.

We pulled apart, gasping.

“Your eyes… they’re back to normal. They’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“I knew you could ease my pain,” I said.

“Release me… and I’ll take all the pain away. You won’t feel anything anymore.”

“Really?” I chuckled.

“What happened to the scared wolf?” I teased.

“I’m not scared. I’m a warrior wolf,” he said, confidence returning. “I’m just scared of Prince Finnian.”

“Huh?” I raised a brow.

“What will he do?”

“Nothing,” he replied, brushing off my question.

Then he lifted me up suddenly, making me wrap around his waist. He carried me to the bed and laid me gently on it.

His hands were warm. His touch was everything.

He kissed my face, making me laugh softly, and began to undress me slowly as I undid my own clothing underneath him.

His tongue found my right breast, teasing it, while his other hand caressed the left one. I moaned, arching into his touch.

“Hmmm…”

He raised his head to kiss me again, and I gasped when his fingers slid into my core.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered into my ear, and I nodded, drowning in pleasure.

He fingered me...fast, hard, and deliberate.

I moaned so loudly he had to cover my mouth with his free hand.

He stood up, quickly removing his black soldier trousers, and I spread for him, eager and breathless.

I raised my head slightly to get a look.

Thick. Not too long, but perfect. Hard.

He beat my core with it before sliding in, and I closed my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.

I did.

His pace increased, rough and deep, grabbing my breasts with each thrust, pounding into me so hard my stomach twisted with pleasure.

“Hmm…”

“Yeahhh…”

“Fuck…”

He bent down, licking my neck like it was candy, and I moaned louder when he jerked me.

My thighs started to tremble.

He kissed me quickly to muffle my moans.

“Does it hurt?” he asked between the kisses and the ragged breaths.

“No…"

"I’m coming… Da…ze…” I gasped.

His thrusts became faster, harder.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck!”

He moaned, his eyes locked with mine...eyes swollen from crying, now flooding with pleasure.

He pulled out just in time, his body shaking as he reached his climax.

He slumped beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest.

His lips brushed my forehead gently.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.