Verveville's Curse

Chapter47

Willow’s pov

The room was already half full when Kael led me in. My heart was thudding like it wanted out of my chest. Every face turned. Some stared too long, their mouths tight, their eyes sharp. Some smiled faintly, nodding with respect, but I saw the ones that didn’t want me here. The ones that thought I was an outcast.

Kael didn’t look at anyone. He just held my hand and led me to his chair, the heavy one carved out of dark wood, the one that belonged only to the Alpha. Beside it was a smaller chair. Mine. The Luna’s seat.

My stomach turned. It felt like I had been waiting my whole life to sit here, and yet when I finally lowered myself into the chair, my palms were sweating. My heart was beating too fast.

I didn’t look at them. I looked at Kael.

He sat down like it was nothing, like the whole room wasn’t holding its breath. His shoulders relaxed, his face calm, but I knew him enough by now to see it, the quiet tension in his jaw, the storm hidden behind his eyes.

I forced myself to breathe. I wasn’t here as just me anymore. I was Luna. I had to act like it.

The room went quiet. All the murmurs died down as Kael rested his arms on the table, calm like he didn’t notice the weight of the stares. My skin felt prickly.

I folded my hands on my lap, trying to hide how nervous I was.

Then his hand moved.

It started on my thigh, warm and heavy. I thought he was just reassuring me, a quick squeeze to tell me I was fine. But he didn’t move it away. His thumb stroked slowly over the fabric of my dress.

My breath caught.

I glanced at him. His face was calm, focused straight ahead as one of the men started to talk about patrol numbers and border watch. He didn’t look at me, not once, but his hand slid higher.

My throat went dry.

I shifted, trying to ease away, but his fingers pressed firmer into my skin. He was teasing me already. I forced myself to look back toward the table, pretending to listen as words washed over me.

“…reports of rogues near the south fields,” someone was saying.

Kael’s fingers crept further, pushing under the edge of my dress. My legs stiffened.

What was he doing? Here? Now?

My nails dug into my palms where my hands still rested neatly on my lap. I could feel heat rising through me. My chest lifted with every shaky breath.

He leaned the slightest bit closer, his mouth near my ear though he didn’t look at me. “Don’t move,” he whispered, quiet enough no one else could hear.

My whole body jolted at his voice.

The table around us carried on, men and women speaking one after the other, reports, disputes, numbers. I couldn’t hear them. All I felt was Kael’s hand.

His fingers stroked up, slow, burning against the inside of my thigh. Higher and higher until he brushed over the lace between my legs.

I almost gasped out loud.

I bit my lip hard, my nails digging into my palm. My face burned. No one looked at me, they were all too focused on the meeting, but I felt like every single person could see exactly what he was doing.

Kael’s face didn’t change. Calm, unreadable, like nothing in the world was happening. He even nodded at something one of the elders said, like he was paying close attention.

But his fingers pushed the fabric aside.

I almost choked. My body gave a little jerk and I had to disguise it as shifting in my chair. My thighs clamped together on instinct, but he pressed his hand deeper, sliding between them like he owned me.

And he did.

I was already wet. I hated that I was, hated that my body betrayed me so easily, but the second he touched me I was gone. My lips parted, a shaky breath slipping out.

Kael’s hand moved with no mercy. Slow at first, stroking, teasing, dragging over me until my body trembled. I tried to focus on the voices around the table but it was all noise, nothing clear, nothing sharp.

Someone across the table asked me something.

“Luna, do you agree?”

My head shot up, my lips parted, panic flashing in my chest.

Kael’s fingers slid inside me.

A sharp breath escaped me, almost a moan, but I swallowed it down fast. “Y-yes,” I stammered, too loud, too quick. My voice cracked.

A few heads turned.

Kael smirked. I saw it at the corner of his mouth, the slight curve. He didn’t look at me, he didn’t stop moving his hand.

Heat rushed through me so strong I thought I’d melt into the chair. My eyes stung, my chest heaved. My legs shook under the table and I couldn’t hold still.

“Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, so low only I heard it.

I bit down on my lip, my eyes burning as tears of pleasure built up. I couldn’t stop the little tremors that shook me as his fingers worked faster, sliding in and out, his thumb pressing hard over that spot that made me see stars.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and moan until the whole damn room heard. But I couldn’t. I had to sit there, my back straight, my hands folded, my mouth clamped shut.

Kael was cruel. He angled his hand, his thumb rubbing in slow, perfect circles that made my toes curl in my shoes. My thighs squeezed tight but it didn’t stop him.

He leaned closer again, his voice a whisper that scraped against me. “Answer them again. Show them you can hold yourself together.”

I wanted to kill him.

I opened my mouth, tried to speak when someone else asked me about supply counts. “We… I… yes, that…” My voice broke halfway through, trembling, stuttering.

Kael chuckled under his breath, low, smug, mean.

My whole body burned. I was going to lose it. I was going to break apart right there in front of everyone.

I couldn’t hold it. I couldn’t.

My back arched the slightest bit as the wave hit me. My body clenched tight around his fingers, heat exploding through me, my vision going white. I pressed my lips together hard, biting so deep into the flesh I tasted blood just to keep quiet.

The orgasm tore through me, silent but fierce, shaking me in my chair. My nails dug into the table under my lap, deep grooves left where I tried to keep still. My breath came out in a shudder.

No one noticed. Not a single head turned. They carried on, still speaking, still discussing as if nothing had happened.

Kael slid his fingers out slowly, dragging against me one last time. My whole body flinched. I bit down another sound.

He lifted his hand away, resting it calmly on the table like he’d done nothing at all.

I was trembling, sweat prickling at my hairline, my thighs sticky, my chest rising and falling like I’d run for miles.

Kael leaned close again, his mouth brushing my ear. “Good girl,” he whispered.

My eyes shut tight.

He smirked like the devil. He straightened in his seat, his voice loud, calm, steady as he addressed the room again, giving orders like nothing had happened.

And me? I sat there beside him, my body wrecked, my face burning, every muscle weak, trying to pretend I was still whole when he’d just ruined me in front of everyone.

No one would ever know.

Except him.

And me.