"Forgive me, my soul," he said, knowing it was probably the last time he would see the love of his life.
***

Simply put, King Agust was the devil in plain clothes.

A raging lycan with an unwavering desire to wipe out werewolves, he was the ultimate danger to a race whose only mistake, was bearing the same blood as that of his father.

Broken and damaged by his father, a werewolf alpha, Agust hated wolves with all he had and didn't have. To him, they were pathetic beings that needed to be snuffed out, and like a mad king, he made their lives so difficult the only option the wolves had left, was to hide.

So when he met Park, one of the strongest werewolf alphas, who didn't take shit from no one, hated him, and who was determined to protect the werewolf race, Agust knew he found his match.

What he didn't expect, was for the alpha who hated him so much, to be his mate, and reject him on the same day they met.

As if that wasn't bad enough, when his lycans attacked Park's pack, Agust sentenced them to mass murder, an action that triggered a revolution.

But strangely, the only thing Agust cared for, was the one man who made him weak in the knees. 

Alpha Park.

Would Agust win both wars?

"Kitten, wait…" Agust said when he felt his balls tighten and was ready for release. 


Instead of Jiminie pulling back, he kept at it, increasing his pace as he sucked the cock that was meant for him. He sucked as his life depended on it. And when he felt warm, salty liquid at the back of his throat, Jiminie swallowed. 


His head was thrown back as he tried to control his moans of pleasure, but it was useless at some point.


Because Jiminie was sucking him, fucking his own throat with that cock, pulling and punching it like it was little heaven they had formed for themselves. 


And when Agust came a third time in Jiminie's mouth, he'd have the strength to keep standing. His little pet had drained him. He sucked hard. 


Chapter 135 - So We'll Piss Off The Neighbors