My Ex Sold Me To The Devil

Chapter 13: A Very Bad Dream

Kaelen

The mud was freezing, thick and suffocating as it filled my mouth.

I was on my knees. Heavy, iron-forged chains bound my wrists, the metal biting deep into my skin, burning like silver. I couldn't move. I couldn't shift. The massive, roaring crowd surrounding the execution block didn't smell like normal wolves. They smelled of ozone, crushed rock, and ancient power. Lycans.

I looked up, blood and filth dripping into my eyes.

Standing above me wasn't the Lycan King I know. It was a younger man, towering and impossibly broad, clad in dark, royal armor. But his eyes—they were glowing, toxic silver. My eyes. He had my jawline, my hair, but he possessed a suffocating, world-ending aura that made my inner beast cower and whine like a beaten pup.

Beside him stood Liora. She wasn't wearing a bloody hospital gown. She was draped in heavy, spun-gold furs, a crown of chrome-black obsidian resting in her dark hair. Her hazel eyes were completely devoid of pity. She looked… she didn’t look like the Liora I once knew.

The man—the boy, my son—drew a massive, jagged broadsword. The metal sang as it cut the freezing air.

"Trash," the boy’s voice boomed, shaking the very earth beneath me. "A weak Alpha who abandoned his own heir, a weak alpha, not deserving of life."

He swung the blade down at my neck—

I violently jerked awake, my chest heaving as I sucked in a massive, ragged gasp of air.

My body was vibrating uncontrollably. I scrambled backward against the heavy headboard of my bed, my hands clutching the silk sheets. My knuckles were covered in thick, dark fur, my claws fully extended and slicing through the expensive fabric. I had unknowingly partially shifted in my sleep.

The room was freezing. A bitter, unnatural wind had somehow seeped through the sealed glass of the windows.

I looked outside. The moonlight that usually flooded my master suite was gone. Heavy, bruised, pitch-black clouds had rolled in, completely blotting out the sky. My beast whimpered in the dark. Every Alpha knew what that meant. When an Alpha's nightmares bleed into the atmosphere, causing the clouds to darken and the temperature to drop, it is the Moon Goddess’s way of issuing a warning. An omen that something catastrophic is creeping toward your borders.

I sat on the edge of the bed, burying my face in my trembling hands, forcing my claws to retract.

My head was pounding. A vicious, rhythmic thumping behind my eyes. The sharp, physical pain of the severed mate bond from the slave square was fading, but it was quickly being replaced by something infinitely scarier. Something disparaging for an alpha…

Fear.

A cold, heavy, suffocating dread was taking root in my stomach. Was my father right after all? Was Thorne right? Had sending Liora away been a catastrophic mistake? The dream felt too real. The suffocating power of that boy...

No, I told myself, grinding my teeth. It makes no sense. She was filth. She was a weak, dormant wolf who couldn't even summon a howl, let alone carry a Lycan heir. She didn't deserve the Luna title. But the fear remained, gnawing at my pride. What if all their speculations were true? If I had just handed a biological weapon to the Valrok Empire, my entire pack was doomed.

Suddenly, a glass of water appeared in my line of sight.

I trailed my gaze up the pale, delicate arm holding it. Selena stood there in a loose, sheer silk nightgown, her blue eyes soft and full of concern.

I let out a shaky sigh, snatching the glass from her hand and gulping the entire thing down in three massive swallows. It tasted faint, earthy.

Instantly, a warm, heavy sensation spread through my chest. My frantic heartbeat began to slow. I glanced toward the window. Outside, the thick, bruised clouds were already beginning to part, allowing a sliver of pale moonlight back into the room. My wolf settled down, the omen fading.

"What did you put in it?" I rasped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Selena smiled, a sweet, comforting expression as she took the empty glass. "It's a mild sedative. My father gave me a few vials before he died. It helps calm the nerves. He used to have these terrible, world-ending bad dreams, too. It always brought him peace."

Silence settled over the room. I sighed deeply. The warmth of the sedative was working, but my mind was still a chaotic mess of political paranoia.

"Selena... what am I doing?" I whispered, my voice cracking slightly. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I never showed weakness, but right now, the walls were closing in. "Am I making the wrong choices? My father disowned me. My Beta questioned my authority. No one seems to be on my side. I feel like war is coming, and I am not the slightest bit prepared for it."

She set the glass on the nightstand and stepped between my spread knees. Her hands came up to cup my face. Her touch was warm, soft, grounding. Somehow, she was the only sedative I actually needed. Her presence was a lily to my exhausted soul.

"Shh..." Selena murmured, her thumbs stroking my cheekbones. "Let's not talk about politics right now, Alpha. I know exactly what you need."

She took a half step back. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the thin straps of her nightgown. She slid them off her shoulders, letting the silk pool at her waist, completely exposing her heavy, perfect breasts to the moonlight. Her n*****s were already tight, peaking under my gaze.

"You see, I don't know as much about ruling a pack as you might do," she continued, her voice dropping into a low, sultry purr, the words dripping with honey and pure lust. "But I do know that at some point in every Alpha's life, all he needs to clear his head is to be given the most satisfying oral sex... and a p***y so beautiful the clouds will go away for a long, long time."

My breath hitched. My inner wolf, who had never fully warmed up to Selena's scent, went entirely quiet. I didn't care what my beast thought of her. Staring at her bare chest alone made the lingering anxiety evaporate.

Selena dropped to her knees on the thick rug between my legs. Her manicured fingers reached for the waistband of my sweatpants.

I didn't stop her. All I could do was watch as she gently pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, freeing my already hardening c**k. She was right. Gods, she was so right. Liora had never offered this sort of uninhibited, filthy pleasure. Liora had always been too tired, too sad, too wrapped up in her own misery to worship me the way an Alpha deserved to be worshipped. Even if Liora had tried, I didn't give a hoot, because she could never be as enthusiastic, as devoted as this.

Selena wrapped her warm, soft hand around the base of my d**k, stroking me nice and slowly.

A very deep, ragged breath escaped my mouth as I tilted my head back, staring up at the ceiling in pure serenity. The velvet heat of her hand felt like salvation.

"f**k," I growled softly, my hips instinctively bucking up into her grip.

When she had stroked me enough, milking a drop of pre from my tip, she reached up and gathered her long, newly dyed pink hair into one hand. She looked up at me through her thick lashes, a vicious, hungry smile spreading across her lips.

"Hold my hair, Alpha," she whispered, offering me the thick ponytail. "This head is all yours. I want you to f**k my mouth like your peace depends on it. Use me. Choke me. I’m your dirty little cumslut tonight."