Her face was heavy with makeup, her hair tied in a high ponytail.
My cock twitched at the sight of her matching red bra and g-string-just the way I liked it.
Slowly, she made her way toward the table in front of me, swaying her hips, flipping her hair.
“My King,” she bowed in acknowledgment before lifting her eyes to meet mine.
She was one of the few who dared to look me in the eye.
Her friendship with Ivy had given her that privilege.
I wondered how she had coped with Ivy’s death.
Since her best friend, Ivy, died, she made it her duty to console me and help me move on. Soon, things got complicated, and we were stuck in an entanglement. Neither of us wanted to opt out of the complicated relationship.
The day Ivy died was the day I vowed to never make love to any woman. Her death brought out the cruel part of me. Rather than making love, which was more emotional, I fucked hard without any emotional attachment.
Rosa’s presence brought satisfaction to my new sex life. I became a BDSM addict.
Things happened fast, and Rosa became my mistress, satisfying my dark fantasies. Though I felt nothing for her, I found it hard to let her go after her vast experience in BDSM sex. Despite her laziness, she wasn’t totally useless.
Or was there something more to her staying in the castle?
“My King,” her seductive voice rang in my ears again as she licked her plump lips.
“What do you want?” I asked harshly, but she welcomed me with a warm smile.
What was the naughty girl up to this time?
“You’ve been stressed lately, so I thought you might need to relax.” Her voice was as gentle as a whisper in the breeze.
I watched her keenly, observing her next move.
Get out of my face, bitch!
“I didn’t call you, Rosa,” I said, narrowing my eyes before letting them rest on the door, indirectly telling her to leave.
“I know, my king. I also know you need something,” she said, climbing onto the table.
“I don’t need anything. Leave,” I ordered coldly, tearing my gaze from her.
“Are you sure?” she asked. Her slim fingers reached for the tiny ribbons holding her robe together.
Without hesitation, she pulled the end of one ribbon, and her robe fell away like a pack of cards, exposing her red bra and g-string panties.
With a smirk on her face, she took a comfortable position on the table, spreading her legs wide apart before tearing the panties off.
I would have loved to do that.
Her fingers met her lips, moistening them before slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit with care.
My eyes flashed with lust as her fingers rubbed her clitoris in slow, deliberate circles. The suicidal thoughts I had earlier vanished as if they had never existed.
“Are you sure you want me to leave, my king?”
Aurora
I froze in shock as my mother’s words replayed in my head for the third time.
My brows furrowed in confusion, and worry settled in the pit of my stomach as I threw her a questioning look. The more I thought about it, the less I understood what she meant.
Did she just say she would confess?
What was that supposed to mean? When I thought my father was exaggerating about my fur color, her words confirmed it.
Perhaps I was taking her words too far. Maybe she didn’t mean it that way.
The atmosphere was thick with discomfort as tension surrounded us. I could hear my father’s heart pounding hard against his ribs, cloaked in anger.
My mother, on the other hand, looked like she had seen a ghost. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Eve stood frozen, confusion clouding her thoughts, while the Luna and Nathalia stared at my father, their expressions full of surprise.
From the look on everyone’s faces, I could tell this was no trivial matter.
There was something more to my mother’s strange behavior. Her body language alone made me suspect something was wrong.
Despite thinking about what could have trapped her in this bizarre situation, I couldn’t piece it together.
“You better start talking!” my father growled, his voice so loud that my ears began to ache.
Sensing his rage, I rushed to my mother’s side, ready to protect her in case he tried to strike her.
No matter how badly she had treated me, I would always love her. She was my mother.
I didn’t mind that she pulled away from me, snatching her hands from mine. I wouldn’t leave her side.
“Mum, is everything alright?” I asked, fear creeping into my voice as I placed my hand on her shoulder to calm her, but she shrugged it off, allowing my hand to fall.
I was used to that behavior. It wasn’t new to me.
Silence stretched as she ignored me. Her gaze was fixed on my father.
This wasn’t my mother. My mother wasn’t a scared puppy.
She was a brave and outspoken woman. But what could put her in this situation?
Something wasn’t right.
“I need words, bitch!” he shouted, charging toward her like a predator stalking its prey. Anger radiated from him like a thick cloud of smoke.
Fear grew inside me as I watched him approach.
I had never seen my father this angry.
No matter what my mother had done, he shouldn’t be calling her names.
“You don’t get to call her a bitch, Dad. It’s disrespectful!” I blurted, locking my gaze on his without blinking.
No one had the right to disrespect my mother in my presence, or they’d have to deal with me.
“Stay out of this. It’s none of your business,” he snapped before turning his furious eyes back to my mother.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” my mother started, swallowing hard before clearing her throat.
She was sorry? Why?
“It wasn’t intentional,” she paused, her face contorting as if she were about to burst into tears.
“The reason for Aurora’s fur and the tattoo is because she’s not my daughter,” my mother said, earning gasps from everyone.
But that wasn’t all.
“She belongs to you and Ingrid.”
“It’s Luna to you!” my father corrected, his jaw clenched tightly before he released it.
“Aurora is not my child. Nathalia is mine.”
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