Morgan's POV

I waited on my bed that evening and eventually, he was ushered in.

He was shirtless, in only briefs, on his knees, and he looked mad hot.

My lips curled upwards instantly, my core already throbbing.

He had been well cleaned, and his features were more pronounced.

I've never felt a reason to be naked when I made men serve me until today.

I wanted this slave to adore me, every inch, so with his heavy gaze on me, I took off my top.

He was unmoved.

He portrayed no extra emotion, he just stared at my breasts shamelessly. It made me feel fucking stupid, but also excited.

The more he resisted, the more I wanted to fulfill my quest. Imagine humiliating such a slave that was so full of himself.

I crawled to the edge of the bed where he was, and I sat down while he kept kneeling.

"What's your name? I know you can talk."

"Azriel." He replied in a low whisper and I couldn't help it, I leaned towards him, and I touched his face.

"Hmm, Azriel, I think I'll keep you. I'll pay you a lot, make you my favorite. How does that sound?"

"Alright, but you're not using those things on me." He pointed to my desk where I had already set up my tools of degradation.

My teeth clicked.

"And who are you to make demands? What makes you so audacious? Do you realize that you're mine for the night to do as I please?"

He said nothing, and smoke escaped my head.

"I most definitely am using them on you, so–"

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no–"

"Just, shut up. Come here." He crawled a bit forward, still on his knees.

"I will make an exception for you, but you will still worship my body."

I stretched out one of my legs in his direction. Never breaking eye contact, my foot moved over his face sensually, and I was beginning to see cracks.

Something malicious and intense, flickered through his eyes as it darkened. This slave had a working cock after all.

After a minute of sensual teasing, Azriel let out a low growl and forced my toes into his mouth without my permission. Before I could pretend to complain, an explosive wave of pleasure burst through me. I shuddered, and my vision blurred for a moment.

He sucked on my toes hungrily, and he feasted on my skin like a good slave. Through my sudden half-lidded eyes, I spotted his long tongue work its magic, licking his way down my legs, and I let out a whimper.

"Mhmmm...." The moan was helpless, hopeless, and for a while, all I could do was make tiny sounds, until I wanted more.

I retrieved my legs from his mouth and I sat up, widening my legs and having him still kneel right in between them.

That's when I pressed his face to my chest, and as expected, my sub slave took a nipple in his mouth and pleasured me straight to hell.

He nibbled and bit, then dragged, and I had to send my fingers downwards to the middle of my legs.

My mouth formed into an O when my fingers slipped deep inside me. Apparently I was long wet, and the squishy sounds of my arousal filled both our ears as I thrusted in and out.

I couldn't help but praise my sub.

"You're gonna come see me every night now, won't you? You're ruining me...Azriel...fuck...I want your lips to never leave my body now..."

My free hand weaved through his hair, the other touching myself aggressively as he left bites all over me. I showed my clit no mercy, I just needed more and more.

Feeling this electric had never been an experience of mine. For the first time ever, I wanted to let a man lead. I wanted to be taken care of but immediately the thoughts marinated in my brain, I snapped right back to reality.

After everything I went through in the past?

Never.

I'm the Dom here. I didn't let myself come apart, I just leaned on him, letting my hands reach for the fat, packing monster he had in between his legs.

He growled upon my touch, as my hands had slipped underneath his briefs. I swallowed as I ran my hand across his cock. Painfully huge was an understatement. I bit my lips as a new wave of desire crawled up my cheeks.

I cooed against his ears.

"It's big, Azriel. How is it so big? Hmm?"

The warm heat from his body was weakening my resolve.

"What pack are you from?"

His body stiffened momentarily before he responded.

"Crescent bridge."

I nodded, still stroking his cock, feeling it pulse and grow bigger each stroke.

I stopped the very second I heard pure, feral distress, rumble from the depths of his throat. His eyes had darkened to a perfect black at this point, and his muscles locked. He was struggling, and I gasped at the realization.

My dear slave wanted to dominate me.

No way that was ever happening, and as my eyes strayed to his lips, I leapt before I looked.

I brought my lips to his, just hovering, my throat itching, contemplating if I should go ahead or not.

I never kiss, ever. Why would I kiss a slave? So tell me, why did I want to know what this slave's lips would taste like?

Azriel was not having it. He wasn't waiting for me to make that move because just then, he leaned in and ever so brutally, crashed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened at the impact, at the forceful way he did it, and just before I tried to put some space between us, I saw myself being thrown deeper into the bed.

He mounted me, put my wrists above both sides of my head, and he pressed me, his full weight on me, into the bed.

His eyes glowed, and his claws dug out of his flesh.

He kissed me with the madness of an unbred animal, with feral strength, a force to not want to be reckoned with.

I began to struggle.

I will not be a sub. I will not be a sub. I kept chanting in my head, as I fought, my heart pounding in my chest.

At a point, a strange, external pressure that was beyond me, surrounded us. It was thick in the air, and it brought Alma out of her silence. She growled, then shrieked, every second of the whole ordeal like she was under stress.

I was about to sink, to let my slave ravage me whole like I wanted deep down, but after that pressure left, I got hit with renewed strength.

"That's enough. Get off me!"

I roared as I pushed him off me with maddening strength I didn't even know I had, and he fell limp on the floor, back to his knees.

My chest was pounding. I had never been more terrified. When I got out of bed, I picked up a dagger from my desk and brought it to his neck, warning in my eyes.

"You better behave yourself. That should never happen again."

Azriel looked me in the eyes, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip, his body still vibrating, trying to relax. He had no plans to listen to me, and my core lit up, shocking me.

What have I gotten myself into?

The second I lowered the dagger, I heard a loud bang from behind me, a sudden unsettling smirk on Azriel's lips, just before the world suddenly went black.

Morgan's POV

I heard movements, ruckus in the distance and my eyes fluttered open, a cough stuck in my chest. A strange weakness enveloped me.

It was when I tried to move that I realized that I was bound, by chains. They rattled from around me.

Panic spread through me, my vision blurring again.

My male slave was gone, and I looked down to see myself fully clothed in dirty, unappealing clothes on top of my bed. I didn't remember falling asleep.

The last thing I remembered was that dagger to his throat, his eyes holding promises of raw, nasty disobedience.

And that smirk...

I tried to force myself out of the chains, but unfortunately, they were tightly tied to the bed, and every move dragged my skin with it.

I let out a scream to alert someone, because I couldn't make sense of what was going on.

Two of my guards stepped in.

"Get me out of these chains. Quickly." I started off with measured breath, trying to take in what the hell was happening, but they just stared at me.

"Didn't you hear me?" They just kept looking at me like I was invisible, and a cold sensation slipped down my spine.

A third guard walked in, my own guard Ezgar, and he had orders in his mouth.

"He requests her presence." He said to the others and my heart hammered in my chest at his words.

He? Who's he?

My mouth was dry, I needed water.

"Release me from these chains now!" A frustrated shriek escaped my chapped lips.

When they were still unmoving, I began to rage fire and brimstone, cussing at them.

Ezgar suddenly cursed back rudely at me,

his face contorted in pure disgust.

"Shut your mouth for once." He demanded, and I froze, my eyes fluttering dramatically.

He couldn't possibly be talking to me that way. Was I dreaming? Is this a dream? It had to be.

The chains dug into my flesh as they were obviously taking it off me in a way that would hurt me more. It wasn't a dream.

"What did you just say to me?"

He paid me no attention, he just headed out while the other two removed the chains. Before I could blink, I was harshly pushed down to the cold ground, and they started dragging me out of my room like I was some fugitive.

I was not having it. With all the pain and sudden fatigue, and even confusion, I fought them off. I sent one flying hard against the wall.

The other, I smashed his head under my feet. I didn't become the female alpha from nowhere to harbour such disrespect.

My chest heaved as I looked around, studying my palace, eyes at alert. It was noisy, chattering filling the air. No one dared make a sound ever, so what is this?

Who did this to me?

I snuck into corners, looking for clues, and I was still doing that when suddenly, I was pulled out from a hideout by the wine cellar, and thrown across the room. I fell on my side, heavily bruised and with a cry of pain at the tip of my mouth, but I rose quickly.

Even though broken wines scratched my feet all over, and it really hurt, I couldn't afford to be extra disadvantaged. It was the third guard, Ezgar.

"How dare you?" I was done trying to figure out what was happening, but whatever it was, gave Ezgar the impression that he could treat me like this.

My hands formed into a fist, my claws already digging out of my flesh.

"You don't get it, do you? This is my chance to finally beat the hell out of you before he gets to you, you stupid bitch."

He spat at me.

"Who? Who!" I raged on, and Ezgar dared to charge at me.

I spoke too soon.

I kept him by my side because he had strength, but seeing him turn on me and use that strength against me weakened me.

It wasn't a fair fight, even with all my strength, and I was about to be knocked unconscious when a quick, huge figure emerged, sprinting towards Ezgar with his full might.

I spotted pure terror flash through Ezgar's eyes before his back dangerously hit the wall so hard, I couldn't believe it didn't shatter.

"Did I say you could touch a hair on her head? How dare you touch her?" This figure snarled against his face, and Ezgar's body shook.

"Master...please.."

What? I'm his master!

Before my eyes, this figure with a now familiar voice, crushed Ezgar's throat, before completely snapping it. Ezgar fell limp on the floor, his eyes completely popped.

Bile rose to my throat, and when this figure I couldn't see properly, turned to me, I instinctively crawled backwards in fright. Something in me knew I was no match.

He started striding towards me.

"Don't come any closer." I started in a low whisper. Fear washed over me, my pulse derailing when he walked even faster in my direction.

"I said don't come any closer!"

He reached me, and this mighty man pulled me by my arms, up to my feet.

He whispered into my ears.

"You're the reason for your downfall after all, Morgan."

The monster kicked my shin, and I saw myself back on the ground. My eyes shook.

That voice. I knew that voice.

My hair was wrapped into a fist, and I was slowly going in and out of consciousness.

My ass rubbed against the bare floor as he dragged me out by my hair. I had no fighting power left in me at this point.

When we reached outside, I saw the back of his head more clearly. My gasp was instant.

"A-azriel?" My voice cracked, in disbelief. He didn't turn around, he just kept dragging me through the long lonely hall that led to my throne room.

I just froze. If I shut my eyes long enough, everything would go away. At least that's what I thought.

The exact moment my body hit the ground like a sack, and I watched my very own slave walk right to my throne and sit majestically, surrounded by my own guards in the throne room, was when I knew that something really terrible had happened.

My knees screeched hard and burned, but it was not my priority at all.

Azriel faced me with a low smirk, looking nothing less of a king, like he deserved my throne. It made my stomach twist, and spite consumed me.

Just as I was about to snap at him, I heard noises in the distance, and my eyes darted across the throne room. Half the pack was here.

"So that's what her tears look like..."

"I never thought there would be a day where she would be next to the ground. This is the best day of my life!"

"The ruthless alpha Queen is finally down!"

I'm down? W-what?

Just like that, no one feared me anymore?

I refused to award them any satisfaction of any more tears. I wiped them off, and I looked ahead with a locked jaw, even though I was burning with anger within me.

"That's right, look around you, all the people you've hurt..." My gaze shifted back to Azriel, who spoke with so much authority, I was almost tempted to bow.

Over my dead body.

"What makes you feel you're deserving of my throne? How did you turn them against me? Who gave you that power–"

A sudden pressure hit me, and I felt my body get thrown across the throne room.

Alma. She snarled from within me, overpowering me.

"Alma! Stop! You're hurting me!"

I cried out to her hearing because this time, it really stung. Alma scratched my face and body against the floor, hitting me against surfaces, and I was too disoriented, I couldn't help myself.

"I know we've had our differences, but help me now, you're the only one I have left!" She wasn't listening. Instead she was making me self destruct harder. A new wave of intense pain spread across me every second.

I tried fighting back at one point, trying to compress her back in with my full might.

It made no sense that I didn't hold a candle to my wolf when I knew that I did on normal grounds, and the fact that I was already beaten up was certainly not the reason.

"No Morgan, it's not fun to watch you suffer without inflicting some of mine. It's my turn!" She raged on until I felt almost lifeless, in the midst of half of my own pack.

My gaze lifted to Azriel. The moment our eyes met, his eyes seemed to glisten, and Alma instantly went straight to hiding.

She moved through me like she was just hit, and she whimpered like she was hurt.

I just laid there, my breathing dragged as relief clothed me, when a realization hit me.

Did he do that? Was he...controlling her?