Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: The King’s Claim
The Great Hall of the North Pack was colder than the dungeon.
Not in temperature.
In power.
Every step I took echoed across the marble floor as guards escorted me forward. My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat louder than the last.
They were watching me.
All of them.
The Council.
Six powerful elders seated on a raised platform, their sharp eyes scanning me like I was something to be dissected.
Judged.
Destroyed.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand straight.
I would not look weak.
Not again.
“Is this the girl?”
One of them spoke, his voice dry and unimpressed.
My fists clenched at my sides.
Girl.
Not even a name.
Before I could react—
A presence stepped in behind me.
Heavy.
Dominant.
Familiar.
My breath hitched before I could stop it.
Dominic.
I didn’t need to turn to know it was him. My body already knew.
The air shifted.
The tension deepened.
And suddenly, I wasn’t facing the Council alone anymore.
“Yes,” Dominic said calmly. “This is her.”
His voice was cold. Controlled.
Like last night meant nothing.
Like I meant nothing.
One of the elders leaned forward, his gaze narrowing.
“You’ve caused quite a disturbance, King Volkov,” he said. “Kidnapping a female from another territory is not a small accusation.”
Dominic didn’t flinch.
“I purchased her,” he replied simply. “Legally.”
Silence.
Tense.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
“And what,” another elder spoke, “makes this one worth one hundred million?”
My chest tightened.
I didn’t want to hear the answer.
Dominic stepped forward.
Closer.
Too close.
His hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.
My entire body reacted instantly.
Heat.
Sharp. Unexpected.
My breath caught.
“Because,” he said slowly, “she belongs to me.”
The words sent a strange, confusing shiver down my spine.
Possession.
Claim.
Something deeper.
“Ownership is not the same as value,” one of the elders snapped. “What is she?”
The question hung in the air.
Heavy.
Deadly.
Dominic’s fingers tightened slightly on my shoulder.
A warning.
To them?
Or to me?
“Nothing,” he said flatly.
My stomach dropped.
“She is a servant,” he continued. “Purchased for labor. Nothing more.”
The words hit harder than any slap.
Servant.
Nothing more.
But then—
His thumb brushed lightly against my neck.
And everything inside me exploded.
A pulse.
Stronger than before.
My knees nearly gave out.
A soft gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.
The Council noticed.
Of course they did.
“What was that?” one of them demanded sharply.
My heart raced.
I didn’t understand what was happening to me.
But Dominic did.
I could feel it.
His grip tightened.
Then suddenly—
He pulled me closer.
My back hit his chest.
Hard.
Possessive.
“Careful,” he said quietly, his lips brushing just beside my ear.
“Or they’ll start asking the right questions.”
My breath trembled.
“Then let them,” I whispered weakly. “I don’t even know what I am.”
A pause.
Then—
A low, dangerous chuckle.
“You will,” he murmured. “Soon.”
One of the elders stood abruptly.
“This is suspicious,” he said coldly. “We will examine her—”
“No.”
The word cut through the room like a blade.
Dominic’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against him.
Mine.
The message was clear.
“You will not touch what belongs to me,” he said, his voice dark and final.
The room went still.
Power clashed silently in the air.
“You would defy the Council?” another elder asked.
Dominic didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Silence fell again.
Heavy.
Explosive.
Finally, the eldest among them spoke.
“Very well,” he said slowly. “But understand this, King Volkov… if she is more than what you claim…”
His gaze locked onto me.
“…we will return for her.”
My heart stopped.
The meeting ended soon after.
But the tension didn’t.
It followed me.
Wrapped around me.
Clung to my skin.
The moment we stepped out of the hall—
Dominic grabbed my wrist.
Hard.
“Move.”
He didn’t wait.
Didn’t explain.
He dragged me down the corridor, his pace fast, his grip unyielding.
My heart raced.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, struggling to keep up.
No answer.
The doors slammed open.
A private chamber.
Dark.
Silent.
Dangerous.
Before I could react—
He pushed me inside.
The door shut behind us.
Locked.
Silence.
Then—
“You almost exposed everything,” he said coldly.
I turned to face him, anger finally breaking through my fear.
“I don’t even know what’s happening to me!” I snapped. “You keep touching me and—”
“Because you respond.”
He stepped closer.
Slow.
Predatory.
My breath caught.
“Stay away from me,” I whispered.
A mistake.
He was in front of me in an instant.
One hand gripping my jaw.
Tilting my face up.
Forcing me to look at him.
“Your body says otherwise,” he murmured.
His thumb brushed my lower lip again.
And just like that—
The heat returned.
Stronger.
More dangerous.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened.
“Good,” he said.
The room fell into silence.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, my body still trembling from everything that had just happened.
Dominic stepped away first.
Like he needed distance.
Like staying too close would make him lose control again.
“You feel it now,” he said quietly.
Not a question.
A fact.
I swallowed, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Yes.”
“That,” he continued, turning to face me, “is the Mate Bond.”
My heart skipped.
“No… that’s not possible,” I whispered. “You said—”
“I lied.”
His golden eyes locked onto mine, darker now… more dangerous.
“You are not weak,” he said.
“You are not ordinary.”
Fear crept in again.
“What am I?” I asked.
He stepped closer.
Slowly.
Carefully this time.
As if approaching something powerful… not fragile.
“You are the answer to a curse,” he said.
“And the beginning of a war.”
My breath caught.
“And now,” he added softly, his gaze hardening,
“they know you exist.”His grip tightened slightly.
Then—
his voice dropped.
Low.
Commanding.
He tore my dress again,licked me from my toe slowly..I felt like water was flowing through my body…when he got to my p***y he stopped,then he stare with focus…thrust his hands inside while I moaned…he stood up,kissed me for a while…I could feel his d**k so hard it was so erected…he layed me down angrily,tore the remaining part of my clothes…took his long fat erected d**k he forced it into my mouth and I sucked it…he groaned in pleasure ..he sounded like a thousand cymbal but his groaning made me wet the more…I sucked and he cummed inside my mouth,it was so tasty…he removed it and then insert it inside my wet p***y…it entered with ease,even though it was tight while inserting,he hit me harder…I felt goose bumps in my laps…he turned me back while I bent, he f****d me so hard ,he used one of his hands to rub my n****e the orther to slap my ass so hard that it was red…he f****d me so loudly that I was sure that if there were people outside,they could hear…we were both moaning so badly …his d**k was super strong and hard inside of me,it went places and my legs tremble to fall…I felt so good..that I forgot my fears…he stopped…layed me on the bed…took my legs up his shoulders and then f****d me again…here I felt his d**k inside of my p***y so real…he hit me I was almost at my climax…so I grabbed his back so hard and he knew that I wanted to release so he intensify the sex
..he wanted to c*m too…I moaned “ouchhh” and he groaned so hard in pleasure and yes we c*m together…he shook out of excitement…then I saw the other side of my owner….
The room fell into silence.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, my body still trembling from everything that had just happened.
Dominic stepped away first.
Like he needed distance.
Like staying too close would make him lose control again.
“You feel it now,” he said quietly.
Not a question.
A fact.
I swallowed, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Yes.”
“That,” he continued, turning to face me, “is the Mate Bond.”
My heart skipped.
“No… that’s not possible,” I whispered. “You said—”
“I lied.”
His golden eyes locked onto mine, darker now… more dangerous.
“You are not weak,” he said.
“You are not ordinary.”
Fear crept in again.
“What am I?” I asked.
He stepped closer.
Slowly.
Caref
ully this time.
As if approaching something powerful… not fragile.
“You are the answer to a curse,” he said.
“And the beginning of a war.”
My breath caught.
“And now,” he added softly, his gaze hardening,
“they know you exist.”
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