The Alpha King’s Possession

11. A Woman’s Insecurity

MORGANA

His blood was different; I had never tasted anything so good that it turned me on to such an extent that I lost my grasp on my senses… Even when he threw me to the ground, the feel of his hands running up and down my back made my heart pound. My core was still throbbing from my orgasm, and I felt alive after so long. The chaffing from the ropes was already beginning to heal.

Yet at the same time, I felt humiliated and used as he walked off arrogantly towards the bathroom, slamming the door after him. I stood up slowly, feeling the wetness on my trousers. I needed to change and wash… I felt dirtier than ever…

I didn’t understand… He seemed to want me, yet he clearly hated me too… I stood up, my legs shaky as I leant against the drawer.

If it wasn’t for a startling thought that crossed my mind… I would have been so much angrier… My stomach sank, unable to remove the question burning in my mind.

Why did he remind me of the man from the lake?

The way his hair felt from the back… his scent. Although the man at the lake’s scent was hazy, it seemed s o similar… His voice… Could it be that he had ended up developing an infatuation with me since then? If it was him?

No… The man at the lake was nicer… But was he? We didn’t speak, it had just been an intimate moment that I had somehow fallen into. Even now, I have never gotten so aroused in such a way, whilst drinking blood. Usually, I would drink from a glass, but when I have drank directly from a human, I have never gotten tumed on. Yes, I’ve felt exhilarated and even high… But nothing like this…

My chest tightened painfully when I remembered the anger in his eyes as he threw me to the floor.

For the first time in my life, I felt… lost… I was angry at myself for allowing that to happen, angry at him for his treatment of me, angry at Azrael for allowing him to take me…

I had tried to escape twice, and both times I had failed. I really needed to play smart from here on out.

The bathroom door slammed open, and my breath hitched, my heart skipping a beat at the bang.

I looked up, my heart thudding as I stared at the god before me, his entire muscular physique on perfect display… I could see he had a tattoo wrapping around his right lower leg that looked like a forest. My gaze travelled upwards, taking in the navy towel wrapped around his waist, water trickling down his six-pack and into his towel, making my core clench. I slowly forced my gaze up to his face, my heart thudding when his cold hazel eyes met mine.

“You didn’t run, you had your chance. Why didn’t you take it?” He asked coldly, approaching me.

I squeezed the edge of the dresser, holding his gaze.

“We both know that I wouldn’t have gotten far.” I replied, equally coldly.

He reached over, gripping my chin tightly in his fingers, forcing me to tilt my head upwards.

“True, I’m a hunter and I love a game of chase.” He whispered.

I glared back defiantly, feeling stronger now that I had fed, but I did not want to be bound in a painful

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in it for two days, or maybe even more so this

“Clearly.” I spat resentfully.

I hated him.

He smirked coldly.

like the she-devil is finally beginning to break…” He

him, but I’d do it on his terms… I’d make him lower his guard at some point, and when h e did…

of those perfect brows, almost as if

coldly, tuming away from me and walking over to the large wardrobes that covered the entire wall near the bathroom door.

was a huge dragon that spread across his entire back… An interesting choice for a werewolf… My gaze shifted to his right calf to see that the

to get cleaned up.” He said

fast as possible, despite my legs feeling weak. Upon entering, I quickly locked the door, closing

cream, brown, black and gold covered the entire walls. The ceiling was dark wood with fitted lights. A counter ran along one wall

floor was glossy dark brown tiles that sparkled perfectly. Splashes of water left by the Alpha were clear on them and I

From the packaging, I could tell it was an expensive brand

dollop of what smelled like shea butter shampoo onto my hand and applied it to my wet locks. I closed my eyes rinsing off and felt so glad he had allowed me to bathe. It was probably his only decent act since he had brought me here… I applied some conditioner, enjoying the way my fingers slid through my locks before I turned the shower off, not wanting to take longer than he gave me. I stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself, before taking another of the towels

fell on the shelf of hair products, serums, oils, hair treatment products… So the Alpha took good care of his hair…

nothing to wear but the towel, I silently opened the door, hoping he was gone. However with my luck as of late, he was still there, seated at the edge of the bed completely dressed, his elbows resting on his knees, head in hands. The moment he heard the door, his head snapped up. The arrogance and power he usually exuded, surrounded

now realising how small the towel was. With

main bits… I watched as his eyes ran over me, filled with

How could he hate me and yet look at me

something to wear.”

but I was not going to just listen to him and act like a

fucking drawer.” He said coldly. Standing up he walked out of the room, slamming the door

how to do anything

to wear one of his items? Just the thought disgusted me, but

humped him and drank his blood –

my thoughts and pulled the drawer open. Taking out a blood-red shirt that I was surprised the moody Alpha even

to settle for some shorts.

I’ve ever looked more stupid in my