Torn between two Fates

Chapter 3

Kara POV

The huge paperwork kept me awake all night and I still have fifty more to append my signature to if the agreed upon food supplies are to be delivered the following day. It's already 1am and I'm left with fifty of such papers to sign, else some neighbouring pack families are likely to go hungry. As the secretary of agriculture and food supplies, so many lives now rest on my shoulders and the Vermont pack, known for its vast food supplies, is always strategic with its trade.

My attention drifts when the door opens. Adrian, with a steel expression, walks in. He is the least person I expect to see, having told me he was going on a business trip.

Setting aside the documents, “Aren't you supposed to be on your trip?”

He saunters towards me with both arms in pocket. Maintaining his steel expression, he says, “Change of plans.”

I return my attention to the papers. I have to get them done and I immediately forget about Adrian. This is what being a secretary of agriculture and food supplies entails. I'm buried in the task at hand, totally engrossed in the paperwork. However, a sharp pain courses through my spine and I jerk back to reality. Adrian. His eyes narrow as he continues to squeeze my cheeks.

I wince in pain.

“What is f**k is going on between you and my father?”

The question is very much expected, but why does he care who I am with? I'm a free woman, and he has no right to question who I associate with. I continue to wallow as his claws dig deep into my skin.

“Why do you care? I'm a free woman, remember!” I cough out.

However, his nose flares up momentarily and I see venom in his eyes. His grip tightens and I think he is going to kill. Well, he better make it swift to ease his anger.

“Don't f*****g give me that. You are a free woman. You are free to mingle with any man…any man but my father. ” He Jabs his forefinger at my forehead while saying, “get that into your f*****g skull, do you hear me?”

My sight is now blurry and I can barely breathe. He wouldn't let go even as I continued to suffocate under his grip.

“Rejection is forbidden, Kara. The moon goddess has cursed us to be together, but I can still make your life miserable,” he snarles.

Somehow, and amidst the pain coursing through my body, another voice echos in the background, “Take your hands off her.”

I drop to the floor. Holding my throat, I begin to pant heavily, coughing and choking as the air starts to flow into my lungs.

“Father!”

“Have you no shame? Is this the king you want to make of yourself when I'm gone.”

The voice is unmistakable. The king marches forward and helps me get back on my feet. I cough a few times and my chest feels like it's going to explode. Seeing that his father is now playing the role of a husband, the prince feigns concerns and tries to lend a helping hand.

“I'm sorry, father. It's just a mis—”

The king shoots a glare at him, “Save it…now leave.”

The prince's eyes widen in shock as he is stunned by the king's words. He clearly did not see that coming.

After sharing a few drinks with the king, I regained myself. Seeing the pile of paperwork left on the floor, he volunteers to help out. As a principal signator, he could also sign the documents on my behalf and I wonder why that of the prince, considering that he is soon to become king, is never there. Later, I wake up to see him staring at me and I realise I accidentally fell asleep. Also, it's now dawn.

“Something wrong?”

He grins. “No, nothing. I just enjoy watching you sleep. Here you go, all ready for today's job,” he says, pointing to the pile of paperwork. I can't believe he finished the whole thing. He must have stayed up all night.

“Thank you.”

I pull myself up from the bed, stretching and I realise that it's just the two of us in the room for the past couple of hours. He spent the night in my room, and now, he wouldn't stop staring and grinning. I hope I didn't snore in my sleep.

I see him contemplate for a second as if choosing his next words, then he turns to leave. A lot is going on in his mind. I can tell. But suddenly, he pauses, “You know what, Kara, f**k the offer,” he marches towards me in such ferocious manner that I fear something had gone wrong. And before I know what is happening, I feel his lips on mine. Those soft lips whose taste I can never forget. I relish in the passion as we exchange saliva for the next few seconds.

This is wrong. Forbidden. But Damn good.

He shoves me towards the bed and I fall backwards, lying flat on my back. What is he doing? I become tense and I realise I'm waiting for him to do the needful. His pants drop, revealing the entire length of his shaft.

I gaspe and turn my face sideways.

“Don't be shy, I will be gone soon” he teases.

“Uhm, I'm not.”

I turn to face him, and I see him grinning. He wants me, but I want him the most. He lowers himself gently and my body jerks upwards when I feel his shaft fill my hole.

“Don't worry, I will take it slowly,” he murmurs, his voice turning me on the more. Soon, we are in the act. He thrust harder and faster, but I can't hear my moaning due to the sound of his scrotum slapping against my skin.

Minutes later, he makes a loud groan and his muscles tighten as he arches his back. I arch my back, wrapping my arms and clinging my body to his to contain the pleasure.

Damn.

He wouldn't stop, and I'm about to c*m.

A few more thrust and he groans louder, and I feel the warmth of his c*m as we collapse back to the bed, his muscles tightening as he empties every bit of his seed into me.

I see Passion in his eyes as he falls to the side. Desire consumed me as I lay naked in his arms with the stench smell of c*m.