I loved this gentle Rufus even more. My excitement rose and I even anticipated something to happen.
Werewolves had a high sex drive, and now Rufus found me desirable. Did this mean that he liked me and wanted to make love to me?
My face was flushed and I was aroused. I unbuttoned my shirt and mustered the courage to approach him, saying, “Your Majesty, I’m willing to do this.”
Rufus’ POV
My mind was a complete mess, my clothes damp with my sweat. That dream just now felt so real that I almost believe it had really happened.
And, to my utter frustration, as I tried to comb back to the details of the dream, I was hit by another memory block. I couldn’t remember anything. All I knew was that my heart was beating furiously from the desire coursing through my veins, and that I was at the very end of my tether.
The next thing I knew, Adela was drawing close again, going so far as to press her breasts against my arm. The feeling of her skin against mine made goosebumps rise all over my flesh. Not only had she unbuttoned her shirt, but she had taken off her stockings as well, revealing her bare legs.
I recoiled from her with a scowl. “What are you doing?”
“It’s okay,” Adela crooned, the lust in her eyes unmistakable.
My mind was still in a fog. Unable to comprehend her meaning, I just sat there and stared blankly at her.
Adela’s cheeks were growing redder by the second. She gathered a strand of her hair and coquettishly swept it over her chest. “I’m willing to do this with you. After all, we will soon become a real couple.”
I was disturbed by this whole situation. All the while, I had thought Adela to be a timid girl, but she turned out to be quite the opposite. In fact, she was more than proactive than she had any right to be.
Gone was her initial shyness and innocence from our first meeting. And that only compounded my disgust for her.
“Believe me, Your Majesty, I’m more than happy to tend to your needs. We will do this often in the future, anyway, won’t we? We will be a couple soon.” Adela repeated that damn phrase, putting emphasis on the word “couple.” She then lowered her head coyly, which appeared to me like a pathetic attempt to evoke her previous pure image.
Hearing her refer to us as a couple somehow made me sick to my stomach.
I had truly intended to get along with Adela and establish a good mate bond with her, but now that the prospect was glaring at me in the face, all I wanted was to rage and claw my way out of the ordeal.
Her repulsive scent wafted over to me, and it was then that I knew for certain that none of this was right. Maybe I should see the doctor again.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, Your Majesty?” Adela spoke again. “Do you not want to…” She blinked up at me, her eyes already filling with tears. “Put your clothes back on,” I snapped. I couldn’t be bothered to even pretend like I could tolerate her for another minute more. “I don’t need your… services. It was a mistake.”
“A mistake? But you look uncomfortable, and that… that thing of yours is still so hard. Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” Adela glanced pointedly at my crotch. I wasn’t sure if she was really too stupid to comprehend what I was saying, or if she was doing it on purpose.
I ruffled my hair in frustration, struggling to rein in my fury. “I said, it was just a mistake. Leave my bed and get dressed. You’re a respectable lady. You should know better than to sleep with a werewolf the first chance that you get.”
Adela was visibly frightened by my tone. She pursed her lips and sighed.
I thought she had finally come back to her senses, but she only doubled down. She reached out and caressed my chest, her breath fanning against my collarbone. “But I won’t be sleeping with some random werewolf, Your Majesty. You are my future husband, and I am your future wife. I have every reason to share your bed.”
Her unwelcome advances and sickly-sweet voice immediately doused the remainder of my lust.
The moment my brain registered the word “wife”, the vague image of a young woman flashed before my eyes. I finally snapped.
I was about to forcibly throw this presumptuous she -wolf out when Beryl’s voice suddenly came from the door.
“Daddy, what are you doing? And who is that ugly woman?”
Adela’s POV
I was taken aback by the sound of a child’s voice. I turned around and saw a gorgeous little girl standing in the doorway.
Her white dress and lustrous blond curls made her look like a cherub.
She looked anything but angelic at the moment, though.
The little one stood with her hands akimbo, her teeth bared as she glared at me with unmistakable animosity.
I felt embarrassed by her clear, bright gaze. I quickly shifted away from Rufus, buttoning my shirt as I went.
Then, I grabbed the stockings I had discarded on the floor and stuffed them into my pocket.
When I raised my head again, I found that the she-wolf, who had been dead set on keeping me away from Rufus, was standing beside the little girl.
She shot me a knowing look, not even bothering to hide the mockery in her eyes.
From what I had heard from the guards, she was the Alpha from the border pack. She was touted to be a capable and fierce fighter.
I believed them, especially given the deformity on her face. I was convinced that her character was just as flawed.
I didn’t know how long the child and the she-wolf had been there.
Had they seen me trying to seduce Rufus? The bitch had been against me since the first night we met.
I had no doubt she must be laughing at my foiled attempt.
I lowered my head and tried to appear mortified.
Then, I peeked at Rufus through my lashes and noticed some color in his cheeks.
It seemed that he was even more embarrassed than I was. He lifted the blankets, getting out of bed to put on his coat.
Although his expression didn’t change much, I managed to catch a glimpse of the telltale bulge in his crotch.
I felt better in an instant, knowing that anyone who saw it would inevitably presume that something was going on between us.
I tried not to smirk in satisfaction. Judging by Rufus’ scowl, he was probably mad about that bold she-wolf barging into his room without warning.
Rufus was the lycan king, after all.
He might have been able to overlook a single occurrence, but if it happened twice or thrice, it would be a blatant breach of etiquette.
It only made sense that he would punish the wench.
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