ARIELLE
I did it for him.
I stood quietly, hidden behind the tall forest trees, consumed by the darkness of the pitch-black night. These ominous settings were perfect for the plan I had devised.
A loud shriek rang through the air, covering the plane of my back with a carpet of goosebumps. It was almost done. The only real royal heir, the Alpha Prince Cillian Wayne, was being torn apart by the rogue wolves right before my eyes.
I hired them myself. I hired the rogues to kill the next Alpha King. I committed the grave sin against the Moon Goddess's order.
And I did it all for him.
For the man who had given me hope when he offered me his kindness and care. For the only man who had ever treated me like I deserved something.
For Raiden Wayne.
"He's dead," one of the wolves' low grunts cut through my feverish thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
"Burn his body," I replied coldly, hiding my trembling hands behind my back. I had done many horrible sins for Raiden's sake, but this was the first time I actually committed murder.
And of his own half-brother, the only legitimate heir to the alpha throne, to boot.
But it was all worth it, I kept consoling myself as I returned to the royal palace. This would only make him love me more.
***
The rebellion was violent and bloody. Hundreds of wolves desperately tried to defend the palace, but Raiden's supporters were stronger. And thus, having fought day and night, flooding the royal grounds with blood, the king's illegitimate son had finally set foot in the coveted throne room, grinning widely as he sat on the golden throne.
"Arielle," he motioned for me to approach him, and I followed his command like a loyal dog. "What happened to my brother?"
"He's dead," I said calmly, though my body still trembled with anxiety and thrill. "The Werewolf Kingdom is yours now, Raiden."
A loud bout of laughter exploded through the quiet hall, making me flinch and kneel before the man I devoted my life to.
"You did well, Arielle," Raiden purred, tapping his long finger under my chin and lifting it so that our gazes would meet. My stomach coiled as I looked into his deep brown eyes, a swarm of butterflies fluttering frantically inside me.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," I smiled, heat blooming over my cheeks. The mere sound of his voice made my heart tremble with love, but when he praised me so sincerely like that, I couldn't help but crumble right before him.
"Come," Raiden leaned back in his throne, tapping his hand on his lap.
I scrambled back to my feet, nearly jumping on him as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.
My man. My alpha. My everything.
He shone so brightly now that he was surrounded by all this gold, and I couldn't help but feel ecstatic that it was thanks to my unwavering support that all this glory now belonged to him.
To us.
"Are you happy?" I asked, pressing my lips against his neck. "You are King now, Raiden."
"I am," he scoffed, unzipping my jeans and sliding his hand between my thighs. "And it's all thanks to you, my dear Arielle. You gave me the throne."
"Ah," I moaned as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, teasing me into submission. "You deserve nothing else," every word came out laboured, as I struggled to breathe from the pleasure stirring within me.
With a pleased smile on his handsome face, Raiden unbuckled his own pants and propped me up against his crotch, his hardness sliding right inside me as if my body had been waiting for it all along.
"You are absolutely right, Arielle," he murmured, his cold hands cupping my breasts with unmatched greed. I moved on him slowly at first, savoring that little control I had over this beast of a man, but as the heat between us began to surge again, my body relented, riding him faster and faster, while his manhood drove deeper, pounding inside my walls and driving me completely insane.
"I deserve this throne," Raiden kept whispering, his breath hot against my ear. He scraped his sharp teeth over the skin on my neck, sending a line of chills down my arched spine.
He squeezed my waist, driving himself impossibly deeper inside me, and I could feel his member expand even more, rubbing against my walls as he moved me up and down.
The throne room echoed with the lewd sounds of naked flesh slapping against each other, accompanied by my loud moans and his groans of pleasure.
I felt his teeth reach the back of my neck again, and I nearly exploded with the looming climax.
That was it. He was going to claim me. He was going to mark me as his mate and make me his Royal Luna!
But it didn't happen.
Instead, his lips moved back to my ear, and before I could even register my own thoughts, Raiden growled, his hot semen shooting inside me, filling me to the brim.
"I deserve this throne," he repeated, panting against my cheek. "I deserve this kingdom. And I deserve... a proper queen."
All of a sudden, my voice shattered into a million pieces. I felt my blood run cold, freezing every single muscle in my body.
"What... do you mean?" I finally managed to speak again, my wide eyes glued to his glowing face.
"You know what I mean, Arielle," Raiden replied with a cruel smile on his lips. His back relaxed against the gold surface of the throne. "Don't try to play stupid now."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was still hard inside me, yet he had the nerve to talk about someone else?
"Who..." I started, still struggling to collect myself. "Who are you talking about?"
"Serena, of course," he grinned again, saying my sister's name like it was so obvious. "Oh, Arielle, did you think it was going to be you?"