Chapter 14
Looking at his mate, Miroslav knew there weren’t many choices left. He had to give her what she wanted, and he knew he would eventually
“Come, let’s go to the showers, baby I’ll give you what you want, given it could get messy in here, and we will have to sleep elsewhere for the might, King Miroslavy said and suddenly there was a glimmer of hope in his Erasthar’s eyes.
She didn’t even wait for him to say what he was going to say next, because she got up herself and led the way to the showers. She was that desperate and Miroslay wondered if she could have been this desperate if she hadn’t been in heat. Well, heat sur did know how to mess up people’s brains, especially low–ranking wolves who were almost on the same rank as omegas,
“Are you coming to help or not!” Ralphine whined when she reached the showers and didn’t see Miroslav following. The Lycan King just let out an amused chuckle, as he rushed to the showers, to help her. He knew what she had in mind, and he knew n was cruel to encourage her, especially when he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, but then he knew it wasn’t what she needed.
She didn’t need herself fucked senseless. She didn’t need the king taking advantage of her when they hadn’t talked in weeks, She didn’t need the King to do whatever she wanted just because she was high as fuck. One of them had to be rational and Miroslav had to be that.
“I’m here, Ralphine said, the excitement in her voice making the King feel a little terrible about what he was about to do.
Not the showers, Ralph. Here, in the bathtub. Come join me, Miroslav sand, like a hunter setting the trap for his very horny mate who was a little too close to jumping him. She looked desperate for his touch, for him in every way and it was quite the sight. However, the King knew his erasthai needed him, so he wasn’t going to pretend.
“What! Okay–Ralphine said before she fully stripped a little too eagerly and went to where Miroslav was, right beside the bathtub. The huge bathtub could contain three people, but right now, it was good enough for them.
Join me. please. King Miroslav said, and for a moment, Ralphine paused. The Lycan King never pleaded. The Lycan King always did whatever he wanted to and no one ever told him shit.
The Lycan King was a bastard of the bastards, but the one before her right now was different. He was someone else, and that got the woman wondering what the King was up to. However, before she could complain, her body felt hot again and she rushed to where the King was, following his footsteps even as he walked right into the bathtub with his clothes on.
“Holy shit, the Lycan thought to himself as he took in the sight before him that had him foggy as hell. Of all the things that King Miroslav had ever imagined, seeing his erasthai fully naked when they weren’t about to consummate their bond, had never been on the list.
Hell, it had never even crossed his mind, not because he was a different King, but because he wanted to find out what had happened to her and he wanted to treat her like a person and not a sex slave that she had already started suspecting herself to be. Right here. next to his mate with perched tits, a tiny waist, beautiful curves and a perfect body type.
It took every
y ounce of restraint in the King, for him not to focus on her beauty, and the desire he was feeling. He could feel his Lycan clawing out, trying to claim their Erasthai, but Miroslav couldn’t let that happen. Something had happened to Ralph. And he wasn’t about to be the next person to break her heart. He couldn’t do that to her, not even if he had to fight his self- control and stay away from her.
“Miro–Ralphine began as she began kneading her full tits while looking at the King, like she was tempting him to let go and take her right there and then. Oh, the temptation was more than obvious, and Miroslav’s body didn’t find him any justice either, especially with the stiff hardon that was making a tent on his pants. It was like they wanted a lot of things, yet couldn’t have it all.
“Come to me, sweetheart, King Miroslav said with a groan as he hoped to the goddess that Ralph would stop torturing the both of them. It was dangerous and hectic at the same time, but what else could he do anyway? He needed to let her be herself, and get through this rationally. He cared, and that made him different from her last.
“Okay.” Ralphine said, before she took the King’s hand that he was giving to her. And once their hands connected, the King gently helped her into the bathtub, only for Ralph to let out an annoyed gasp at how cold the water was. She was tricked, but at least she was with her mate, right?
“This is the only way to turn down the heat, baby. I’ll be here through and through, Miroslav said as he held her closely, ignoring the feeling of her tits on his chest, and her ass that was out there for him to see.
He was sure he would have blue balls but he would think about it later. He would want to consider everything later, but right now, the only thing he wanted was to make her feel better, to reduce the heat, to make her feel like she wasn’t alone.
You won’t leave, right?” Ralphine asked, and Miroslav just nodded, before he sat her in the bathtub, and began pouring cold water on her while assuring her that things would be better and that this was just for a while. And for the next three days, King Miroslav Ibrahimovich kept his promise.
He didn’t let her go, even when the heat was at its worst and she was practically begging him to fuck her or even let her give him a blow job. He held onto his restaurant, even when he watched her finger herself as her mind was clouded by desire, and the only thing she couldn’t think of was the desire for a release.
It was a hectic three days for the King and when the heat ended, Miroslav slumped on his bed, and slept. He needed sleep. He needed to get the much–needed rest.
I’m sorry, Ibrahim. Ralphine said, when the heart was over and she watched her mate sprawled in their bed. The memory of the heat returned to her, and reminded her of what she had done. She was scared at first, to think of what Miro thought of her, but when he smiled at her in reassurance, when he told her that he wouldn’t leave, when he stayed despite the temptations, Ralphine knew Miroslav was never going to break any promise to her.
So here as she watched him sleep, she made herself a promise, the promise to be a better person. The promise to not wallow in her piety and the promise to help him if he needed her. She would support him and be there for him, not just because he had been there during her what, but because for the first time in so long, someone looked at her and treated her like a real person and not an outcast who needed to be ignored or shunned.
And as if fate was playing long games with them, just when she was done covering her King, Kara rushed into the room, interrupting the queen in waiting.
“Your Highness,” Kara said as she looked at the King on the bed, then to the queen in waiting who was staring at her confused as to why she was there.
“What is it this time, Kara?” Ralph asked and Kara stared at the King, like she was unsure about what to do or say.
I–I’ll just come back later. I’m sorry,” Kara said and Ralphine looked at her worriedly.
In the past few weeks, the queen–in–waiting had learned that people only barged into the King’s chamber when there was a matter of urgency or if they were worried about the King. But right now, Kara didn’t look worried for her King, instead, she looked worried; worried for their Kingdom, something that got the queen’s attention.
“Spill it,” Ralphine said, her voice coming out like a command, one that shocked her. However, that wasn’t important at the moment. Maybe she was changing because she was slowly developing a liking for the dark King, but maybe this time, they would have it all together, right?
“The rogues. The warlocks are starting a revolution at the gates, Your Highness. The Lycans are getting overwhelmed with the magic, and we need the King Kara said and Ralphine felt all the blood drain from her face.
She had taken their King from them. She had been selfish in her heat. She had been terrible and now the Kingdom needed their King, and he couldn’t even be functional because he was way too tired to even deal with this. What was she to do when she had no power to make it any better?
Tll come. I am the queen. I’ll handle whatever there is. Let’s go,” Ralphine said to Kara who was staring at her queen like she wasn’t sure she heard the woman well. But then this was Ralphine. And she was truly the queen. They just had to wait it out.
“Okay,” Kara said, and Ralphine kissed the King’s forehead, covering him well before she rushed out Perhaps it was time she helped, right? Then again, what were the chances of a win if she led them?
