When morning comes, I sit up on the bed. I feel uncomfortable sitting down, but I feel like it is okay. This is a punishment for me, for even thinking that I can have a peaceful life with a King.
"Miss Kaiya, Harbin sent an invitation for tea," Meeghan informs.
I did not look at her. I remember so clearly what happened last night. I wept so much that when I can cry no more, she asks one of my guards to lift me and place me on the bed in the King's room. So here I am again, another painful existence in this castle. This is not what I envision when Theo brings me here from the hunting park.
"I can tell him that you're too tired. Besides, the path there is-"
I raise my arm to stop her. I climb from the bed and say, "I need a bath and the perfect dress for a tea."
"Yes, Miss," Meeghan says.
"Accessories too. Something befitting of a King's favorite," I add.
Meeghan nods and did as she is told. I am washed and brushed. Dressed in a beautiful white dress with a brown vest and a little red ribbon. She pins my hair to keep it in place and off my face. And when I look in the mirror, I see that I've become beautiful again. I am clean and desirable, despite the slight bags under my eyes.
I touch my reflection in the mirror, and the tears start to edge my eyes. Garbed like this, I look nothing like a werewolf slave. I look as if I belong in this prosperous castle. I am the King's favorite, I should use that to my own gain.
"Miss Kaiya? Shall we go?" Meeghan asks.
I nod and lift my skirt, and I notice the shoes underneath. Pretty and looks expensive. Taking a final look at the mirror, I turn my heels and goes out of the room.
Meeghan follows closely, with the two guards around two meters away from us.
"Where's the venue again?" I ask.
"At the sunroom closest to the library."
I stop in my tracks. Sunroom? That means we will have to pass the room that Theo used last time. The same room where he takes me over and over while his other women watch behind the bed screen.
"You can still turn back, Miss Kaiya. I don't think passing through those rooms is beneficial for you."
With fake cowardice, I say, "No, let's go."
"But Miss-"
"Those harem women, do you think they are going to invite me within the harem again?" I ask.
"I don't think so, Miss. With what happened yesterday, aside from earning the King's ire, their plan to use you to get pregnant failed."
"Then, there should be nothing to be afraid of, right?"
"Yes, Miss. Your presence within the harem will just distract the King's attention."
When we turn the curve, my heart hammers in my chest. This is what I get from acting strong when I am not. Walking through the hallways, I see Glynis pacing in front of a room. When she sees me, she runs to me and touches my arm.
"Help, please. My mistress, Coe Wren, she's being punished by the King."
Punished? Mistress? Ain't she in the same position as Coe Wren?
Without asking her, she continues, "The King takes some painful things and… I hear her screaming inside."
"Don't listen to her, Miss. We better just leave."
And yet, here I am, curious at the kind of punishment. Still, I shake my head. Meeghan always proves to be right. So this time, I am going to follow her.
Suddenly, Glynis opens the door a little and my werewolf ears pick up the sound inside. There are grunts and moans inside. That does not sound like punishment. I can even clearly hear the conversation. Steeling myself, I start to walk towards it.
Meeghan catches my arm. "Let's go, Miss. That," she says, looking at the slightly open door. "…is something that you don't want to see or hear."
Instead of obeying her, I withdraw my arms from her and when I peer inside, I realize what Meeghan is talking about. This, certainly, is not something for my eyes.
Pain and pleasure. But not the emotional pain that Theo does to me. He is using physical pain on Coe Wren and his manhood is inside her while she was pushed down on the table, her legs wide apart. But she is weak in pleasure that her feet are dangling on the floor.
He is ramming against her like an angry, wild animal, faster and rougher than he ever did to me. But instead of pain, she is screaming in pure pleasure. Then I watch her orgasm and I realize that her inner legs are dripping with fluid to the floor. I just don't know if it's Theo's or hers.
While she is still trembling in pleasure, he grabs hold of her hair and lifts her whole body with it. I see her flinching in pain, but instead, she gyrates her hips on him, as if she wants him to hurt her more.
"You fucking slut! I warned you not to involve her!" he screams in her ears. He is too rough with her, that I feel like another man is possessing his body.
"If I will have this kind of punishment, then it will be all worth it," she purrs.
She lies down on the table again, with her chest against it, and grabs its edges. She starts to pull from Theo, giving me a view of how hard he is. Then she slams herself into his shaft. She moans and she repeats it. She moves on him while he watches her take pleasure from her movements.
"You are a whore, aren't you?" he scoffs.
"Because I want your child."
"To have power?"
"No! To have you forever. This pleasure is irreplaceable."
After a couple more thrusts, he lifts her up again. He takes a clamp on the table and places it on her nipple. I jerk at the same time that she groans in pain, and yet, the unmistakable juices flowing through her legs, are a sign that she enjoys it.
"More…" she begs.
He clamps her other nipple and her body shivers again.
"Are you cumming already?"
He rams on her, and her body makes another salacious tremble. Then he raises his arm and slaps his butt cheeks. Not once but multiple times until her butt cheeks are so raw and red. Suddenly, she screams her orgasm at the same time that he roughly removes the nipple clamps, making her scream more.
"More, my King, hurt me more. Fill me more with your seed. I want your child so badly."
"Your last baby was killed if you still remember."
"I don't care about a dead child. I only care for the child who will live."
I flinch. How could she not care? Those are lives despite being unborn!
"No, I'm spent now."
Coe looks disappointed at first. Then an idea strikes her. "Then think of me as that werewolf. You can shout her name even when you are releasing inside me," she suggests.
Then she kneels before him. She smiles and whispers, "I just love your p***s."
Then she puts him in her mouth. Unlike me, she takes all of him. Her head bobs up and down while she stares up at him and while she is touching herself.
I didn't dare to watch more. I take a step back. I am feeling faint and I know I am pale. It is painful watching it at first, but it starts to dull my emotions. My mate is having a hard-on by using physical pain on other women. And he calls it punishment, even when the women subjected to it, are gaining pleasure from it.
I chuckle. I guess this is how he will impregnate his women. Subject them to pain and have a fucking child with them! He should thank Coe for realizing that part of him.
I walk faster away from the room. I didn't even check what kind of expression Glynis is making. Does she still think that it's a punishment? Or maybe she is lying and she just wants me to see it?
That will be insanely mad. Coe is a psycho and my mate is fuck-up crazy! Does he think that this is love? He is nuts! This place is mental. And together with them, I am also losing my mind. Soon, I will be as deranged as them. I just know it! I can feel it. If this continues, I…
"Miss, we are here," Meeghan interjects.
I shift my attention to my right and see that I am in front of the sunroom. I open the door and see Harbin and Klevon sitting inside.
"You are pale," Harbin greets.
"Are you still sick?" Klevon inquires.
"What are you doing here?" I demand.
"I invited him. He'll leave tonight for another mission to Penrose so might as well invite him at our daily tea times."
"Ah! The werewolf doesn't want me here," Klevon interjects.
"Why are you late? I've sent the invitation early in the morning."
"I got lost," I lie. "This castle has a lot of vegetation that sometimes it's hard for me to find my way." Another lie and I watch Meeghan going out of the room.