Chapter 8
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Draco’s POV
Hannah was a beautiful werewolf, no doubt, she had smooth skin with blue eyes, soft voice and her body was even softer.
There was a time when I would have taken Hanna without hesitation, but now as she slid into my chamber wearing nothing but a thin robe that clung to her voluptuous curves like it’s purpose was to help her with her seduction, I felt no urge to bed her.
She approached me slowly, a woman with a purpose, her hips swayed with rhythm.
“My Alpha Draco,” she purred, “you’ve been so distant lately.”
I didn’t respond to her, rather I stood by the fire, pouring myself a drink, I wasn’t looking at her.
“I miss the way you used to look at me,” she continued as she walked closer. “The way you used to need me.”
I turned to her, narrowing my eyes. “Do you think whining to me would earn you a place in my bed?”
That shocked her, I saw her confidence take a moment to build back up.
“I though maybe…”
“Well, you thought wrong.” I cut her off.
She paused, but she recovered quickly, she was beside me now. Her hand grazed the hair on my chest. “How about you give me just one night? That’s all I need to remind you what I can do, of what you like.”
I grabbed her wrist, firmly but not so hard to hurt her. “I don’t want any reminders.”
Her face darkened with anger, she felt insulted. “You never used to refuse me before today.”
“That was before,” I said coolly, letting go of her hand. “You can leave now.”
There was silence in the room, then she turned and left in defeat and humiliation. No further seduction and no more games.
I stood in the room alone, staring at the door long after it had closed.
There was something different, it’s not that I was just uninterested, it was that I was unaffected.
And it wasn’t because of Hanna
It was because of Scarlett.
The only one I couldn’t stop thinking about, I found myself craving her all the time. She was a thorn in my flesh no doubt but she was the thorn I wanted.
***
I couldn’t get my mind off my omegas, Moana and Miriam.
Alpha Draco claimed he had released them into the city, and given them normal lives but I didn’t trust his words. I didn’t trust his promise, I didn’t trust the very breath that man breathed.
Not after what he did.
I walked through the gardens to the servant corridors, until I found Lyra again. She was folding more linens in a quiet space, her eyes darted to me nervously as I approached her.
“Mistress… Scarlett,” she whispered, dropping the linens down. “You shouldn’t be down here again. What if any of the other concubines see you? See us? I don’t want any trouble.”
“If they see us, I’ll tell them you did something wrong,” I said with a smirk. The look on her face told me she didn’t get the joke. “I’m kidding, just relax.”
She smiled but it didn’t reach her scared eyes. “What do you need?”
“I’m looking for my two omegas, their names are Moana and Miriam, I need to know if they’re alive. If they’re okay.”
Lyra’s face changed instantly.
It seemed she had pieced it together and understood my situation.
“Are they in the city?” She asked.
“That’s what Alpha Draco told me but I need to know for sure. I need to know if they’re alive and if they’re okay.”
She nodded. “I’ll ask around, quietly. I know a few omegas that go into town for groceries or have family that sweep merchant houses. If anyone’s heard of them, I’ll hear about it.”
I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I truly mean that.”
“No one here thanks us for anything, but you do. So I’ll help you as best as I can.” She said softly.
She looked at me then, but I didn’t see fear in her eyes, I saw loyalty and I knew how rare that was in this place.
***
The different reports from my werewolves were stacked in front of me, border movements, trade logistics, disputes between merchants. I couldn’t read any of them.
My mind kept circling back to her.
Scarlett had been different lately.
I had seen her more confident in her movement around the palace as though she was embracing her role as a concubine.
I thought I had broken her but she rose from the ashes and never bowed. I could smell her now, her natural scent smelt like wild honey.
She was my wild honey. The one I couldn’t entirely tame.
I’d f****d her, yes. Multiple times but I hadn’t been able to break her and now I didn’t even want her broken anymore.
I liked how she kept me on my toes, how that made my desire for her even more possessive and more dangerous.
I liked her sharp and alive, I loved how she glared at me like I was a monster under the bed and the man she hated, but I was the only man who had f****d her and I’d be the only man if I had anything to do about it.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I could still hear her gasp, still remembered how her body constantly betrayed her, how she arched into me even when her voice screamed in ecstasy.
I could feel my own body thrumming with need now.
I needed her.
***
I found Alpha Draco in his bedchamber again that night.
I walked in, my heart steady and my chin held high.
He sat on the edge of the bed, he was shirtless and his eyes were closed, there was a glass of drink in his hand.
“Where were you?” He asked.
“I was out in the gardens.” I answered.
“You’re outside late.” He shot at me.
“I wasn’t aware you had put a curfew up for me.” I shot back at him.
His lips curled and his eyes held fire, but it wasn’t anger. It was something else…
“I see you’re still sharp.”
I stepped closer. “Were you expecting me to be dull?”
“No but I was wondering if you’d pretend again.”
I didn’t smile, I just let the silence hang in the air.
He reached out and caught my wrist but he wasn’t rough as usual but he wasn’t gentle either. Just firm.
“You’re not afraid of me..” he said.
I tilted my head. “I don’t like you but I do not fear you.”
He stood towering over me, his body so close to mine, I could smell the liquor in his breath. “You should fear me…”
“Why?”
“Because I’m dangerous…” he said, his breath hovering around my neck, where he had marked me against my will.
“I’m dangerous too.” I whispered.
He didn’t answer, instead his mouth brushed against my jaw, trailing fire down my skin. His fingers gripped my waist and I shivered in response, but he felt it.
Then he kissed me, deep, slow and a part of me hated how much I felt. How much I had wanted him to touch me.
I kissed him back, not because of my people or because I feared for my life.
I kissed him back because something inside me was beginning to break, something was beginning to expect his touch.
To crave it even.
That was what scared me.
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