Forbidden Lovers

A Monster

"I'm really sorry, your grace, but I can't let you get out of the palace without Alpha King Robert's permission. His orders only," the guard informed her, all the while looking down at the floor because apparently he felt too ashamed to say something like this to his Queen. And he should, how dared him not allow her to get out?

Actually, how dared Robert give such orders, was he this scared that she was going to run away that he had ordered the guards not to allow her to get out? Was she a prisoner here?

Anger filled her judgment almost entirely. She had always known she was a prisoner, yet not being able to walk out of this place for at least some hours was suffocating.

Without giving an answer to the poor man, she furiously walked to Robert's room, not caring that it was still early in the morning, or that she had never been in his room before, whatsoever. All she cared about right now was to show him his place, to show him that he had no power over her.

Evelyn was so mad she didn't even bother to knock, despite the guards in his door trying to tell her not to go inside. She had had enough. Opening the door furiously, she walked inside. "King Robert, how dare you—" She stopped. And for a second it felt like the whole world stopped with her.

There was a woman, a blonde naked woman in his bed.

No, not only a woman. Not an ordinary woman.

Annie. Her handmaiden. Her friend. One of the only friends she had here. The sweet, timid girl that looked up to Evelyn like she was the kindest, most beautiful creature in the world.

Her friend Annie.

The blonde girl tugged the sheets in her chin, tears filling her eyes as she looked down, not being able to keep eye contact with her Queen after she had found her in her husband's bed.

And Evelyn's heart broke like a cube of ice. Annie wasn't crying that she had been forced to have s*x with her King, an old disgusting man, she was crying because she thought she had betrayed Evelyn. And Evelyn wanted nothing but to give her the biggest hug in the world.

Annie didn't deserve this. Actually, no woman deserved this.

"Who do you think you are, entering my room without knocking?" Robert growled, and the funny thing was that he didn't look even a bit ashamed that his supposed wife had found him in the bed with her handmaiden of all people, he just looked annoyed she had waken him up.

Annie got up from the bed, tears flowing down her face, her head low as she wrapped the sheets around her body even tighter. And once again Evelyn's heart broke at the sight in front of her.

"Annie, wait for me in my room, please." Her voice was calm and collected, no matter how hard it was. But dealing with Robert would come after Annie would leave, she didn't want her friend to be a witness of that.

Annie turned her head at King Robert, waiting for his confirmation, the terror on her face showing everything to Evelyn. The young she-wolf wasn't only scared of her King, she was damn terrified, shaking like a leaf in autumn.

If Evelyn had thought she was angry before, now she was the definition of angry.

"You heard your Queen, you can go," Robert spoke, getting out of the bed so unbothered by his nudity. And only after Annie had left, Evelyn really looked into his eyes, waiting for a bit of remorse to show there. And there was none. There was only boredom and a bit of annoyance.

He was a monster. She had always known that, but today, today after she confirmed every doubt of hers, he was a monster.

It was true. Every young she-wolf that walked out of his room every morning, they had been there the whole night. There weren't just cleaning his room, sending him food as Evelyn had wanted so much to believe, they were his mistresses. And Evelyn felt like she wanted to vomit right there, looking at his face with so much hatred and anger, she was surprise how his skin didn't burn.

How many women there had been over the years that had had to endure this? That had let him break them, force himself on them like they existed solely for the purpose of pleasuring him?

They couldn't say 'no'. How could they, he was their King. Their Alpha King that was supposed to protect them, lead them, while instead he had r***d young women who were too scared and frightened to say 'no'.

Tears filled up her eyes, tears of anger and sadness and misery.

Her husband was a monster.

"How could you?" She simply asked, but the answer to that could never be simple.

So unbothered, the King took his time to get dressed, and his serenity drove her even more mad. "Are you jealous, wife?"

Evelyn tried her very best stopping herself from doing anything stupid. Controlling her powers when she was too much angry was the hardest thing there could be. "You disgust me, you have no idea how much."

For her surprise, he only chuckled, buttoning his extremely expensive jacket.

"How many, besides my friend?" She asked, and he gave a simple shrug.

"I'm not a man who counts."

Bile rose up to her throat and she didn't know just looking at someone would ever make her feel so ashamed and disgusted. "How many women that you've forced yourself into, you monster?"

"Forced myself?" He gave a chuckle, looking at her like she had said the stupidest thing in the world. "You think I force myself into them, you think they don't want to?"

Evelyn's body started to shake in anger, and she was scared this time she couldn't stop herself, nor her powers. "Want to?!" She bitterly said. "You think they'd be in your bed if they weren't forced to, if you weren't their King? You're an old pervert monster, you're disgusting."

For her surprise, he walked towards her, their faces inches apart but she held her chin up, not stepping back, not even for a second. She had had enough of him and his disgusting ways.

"Then this is on you," he said as she narrowed her eyes at him deeply, not getting his point. "I don't give a flying f**k if those stupid girls don't want to, but if you care this much, then this is on you. If you'd fulfill your obligations as my wife, please me enough, then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't take different girls on my bed every night." He shrugged, a mischievous look in his black eyes. "Or who knows, I could still do it. You know what's better than one woman in your bed? Two women."

Furiously, with as much power as she could master, she tried slapping him in the face, but this time he caught her wrist in time. "I wouldn't make the same mistake twice if I were you," he growled this time. "If I wouldn't find you and your resistance this damn appealing, you'd be on my bed screaming my name right now." With his other hand, he grabbed her left breast over her thin dress, squeezing it so tight pain erupted all over her body.

Evelyn tried fighting him, but his grip on her wrist was too tight. His other hand moved down on her ass, flushing her against his hard on as he sucked on the skin of her neck.

She felt something cold and sharp against her neck and she felt numb all over her body for a second when she realized he was about to mark her his. And being his, that Evelyn would never be able to bear. She'd rather die than bear his mark on her body.

Feeling a big wave of power inside her body, she finally let it all out. She had oppressed her dark side enough, she wasn't able to do it anymore.

In a second the wave of her magic power hit Robert's body, and in the other he was crashed against the wall, so hard the wall cracked a little bit. Yet Evelyn couldn't see, she couldn't hear. All she could feel was Robert and the overwhelming urge to end him right there.

"You touch me, or r**e another more woman I'll bloody kill you!" She screamed, completely and utterly out of herself. "I swear to God, stay away from me and my friend, Robert, I've had enough! This is ENOUGH!"

It looked like Robert had mind-linked someone, because in an instant two guards walked inside, grabbing her by her arms so could stop chocking their King with only a wave of her powers.

"Let me go!" She screamed to them. "Let me go, he's a piece of s**t, he deserves everything!"

But instead, they dragged her outside, holding her until she calmed down, oppressing her dark side once again. Panting hard, she tried her very very best to come to her senses, reminding herself that killing him would have consequences. Killing him would bring war with her people. Killing him would bring her death.

Killing him would make Arthmael hate her forever.

Arthmael.

Right now, she bloody hated him, too.