I Accidentally Became The Lycan King's Woman

Jealousy?

Loiret's breathing had nearly ceased. She went over King Zayne's words over and over again.

'In a way that would take away all of his anger'

"In what way, your majesty?" Loiret tried even harder not to look into his gorgeous eyes while replying.

"Are you just dumb or you really have no idea?" Zayne asked her.

"I have no idea, your majesty" she mumbled

"Fine" He let out a soft groan, his thumb moving towards Loiret's lower lip.

Loiret gulped down, feeling her insides churn with wild excitement that she could not comprehend and that soft groan he just let out made her p***y tingle just like it had done the previous day.

"You could pleasure me and ease my rage" Zayne said and saw Loiret's face go red.

Few memories of her night with King Zayne flashed before her eyes a bit more vividly than Loiretta would have liked.

Subconsciously, she licked her lower lip recalling the taste of his lips but in the act, her tongue grazed his thumb that was on her lower lip.

Loiret darted her gaze down quickly, not liking what was happening. A devil king was bad enough but a devil king this attractive and stunning was just on another level of bad. What was the moon goddess thinking?!

Loiretta knew she was just a tool to him afterall so she saw no reason why he was telling her she could pleasure him and ease his anger when he could just force her to pleasure him like the devil he was.

"I... I am a tool to your majesty. Please do whatever you wish" the words choked her. A week ago, she could never have pictured herself saying this.

"What if I want to see willingness in your eyes? Without the clear willingness of my tool to serve me, I will just have to go ahead and punish your mistakes and do you know whose blood I have on my shirt?" He asked and Loiret looked at the blood stains.

"I have no idea, your majesty"

"It belongs to your darling Daniel"

Loiret gasped on hearing those words and snapped her head up.

"Your Majesty" She crashed down to her knees instantly.

"Please spare him. Please don't kill him"

"And how are you sure that I have not done so already?" Zayne asked and saw a look of horror cross her face.

"Please" Tears filled her eyes instantly and her lips trembled slightly as she hoped this was a lie. The only man in her miserable life and the only person who treated her well could not have died in the hands of King Zayne already.

Zayne frowned a little, his gaze resting on her beautiful and sad face and those familiar, enchanting eyes that once more was filled with hatred for him. They met with his own pair of cold eyes.

"Tell me, would you have preffered if it was that little bastard, Daniel who touched you that night? Would you have eagerly spread your legs for him if he asked you to?" Zayne questioned and Loiret stayed silent, not knowing the response to give that would not irk the man towering above her.

"Get up on your feet. Now" Zayne ordered, his deep voice filling her ears and Loiret immediately followed his orders.

"Take two steps closer to me" He gave another order and Loiret followed it even though she was feeling her knees turn jelly.

"You are my tool. From now on, you are not allowed to want any other man. Not Daniel and not any other bastard unless I say otherwise. You are only allowed to want to be used by me, your master" he said sternly. He could not comprehend the fact that Loiret loved Daniel to this point. To the point of clearly admitting it in front of him.

"Y-yes, your majesty" Her voice quivered.

"And no, Daniel is not dead. Not yet." Zayne added and saw her tensed shoulders ease.

Loiret looked back up and was about to give a response when Zayne's face pulled back into a hard look. He took three steps away from her, letting Loiret breathe out in relief.

A knock came on the door and Zayne looked away from Loiret totally.

"Leave" He gave a one word order and Loiret scurried to the door.

Pulling open the door, she saw a beautiful and expensively dressed woman at the door.

"Good morning ma'am" Loiret greeted before scurrying away.

Lady Fiona glanced at Loiret for a few seconds before stepping into King Zayne's room and gently shutting the door behind her.

"Good morning, your majesty" She masked up with a cheerful smile, approaching him.

"What are you here for?" His cold voice stopped her even before she got to him.

Fiona's face got drained of the feigned smile for a few seconds before she forced it once more.

"I am here to see you, of course" She proceeded to get to him and held his arm, gently.

Fiona felt her heart leap for joy even at that simple body contact. She could feel his hard muscled arm that gave her a promise of a hotter body underneath all of these clothings.

"I am busy" Zayne shook Fiona out of her daydream by shaking her hand off him.

"Your Majesty!" Fiona cried out and Zayne turned to face her with a groan.

To him, she was beautiful but plain to his sight. He felt nothing for Fiona, not even mere lust or want like he felt for Loiret. Zayne could not see himself f*****g her and he wasn't ready to do something he didn't want to.

"You have never touched me!" Fiona cried out.

"You choose those whores over me and f**k them but not me, not even once! Is this because I once beloged to your stepbrother? I don't belong to him anymore! He's been dead! For years now! Please, touch me too. Use me like one of your whores! You know what I did for you, your majesty. I..." She was cut off by a deadly look on Zayne's face.

"Say one more word about how you helped me years ago and you'll lose your position in this palace" He threatened and Fiona took a step away from him, her face falling.

She was almost confident that King Zayne would not kill her but she knew removing her from her honourable position would take him nothing.

"You heard me say I am busy. Let me be for now, Fiona. Use the door"

"Y-yes, your majesty."