~Storme~
A week in the palace, and it feels like I’ve been living a dream. A bad dream. King Marcellus has been insistent on his needs, leaving me to wonder how such an old man could have such primal needs. It was such a pity that I wasn’t into older men, or worse still, an older man who looked like him. That was besides almost dragging me everywhere he went and boasting to whoever cared to listen that I was the virgin bride whom he paid for.
Now, as I lay on his bed after another three seconds of him penetrating me this evening, I started to wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been sold by Alpha Morgan. Perhaps by now, my mate would have found me, and we would be living happily.
I glanced at his fat hand draped across my breast and drew the cover up my chest, slightly
