Sold to the Cursed Alpha King Williams

Chapter 6

Crest Pack

In the secret chamber of Crest Palace, William stood near a large window, his eyes closed as he took in the sight before him. Outside the window, a beautiful fountain spouted water that was dyed a deep crimson color. He was lost in the beauty of the scene and just as expected he heard footsteps approaching.

"I believe you already know she's here,"

Julie said, resting her weight on the door frame, her voice low.

William's eyes suddenly opened but he didn't respond.

She knew he had sensed her even before she had announced her arrival. She had come to know him well over the years, and she knew that he was always aware of his surroundings, even when he seemed lost in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about as he stood there, his gaze fixed on the water.

When he opened his eyes, she saw that they were the color of the sky on a clear summer day.

With a blink, the color of William's eyes shifted. They became dull and lifeless as if all the life and light had been drained from them. His gaze was no longer focused on the woman or the fountain of water but instead, he seemed to stare into a void of nothingness. His face was devoid of expression, his features frozen in a mask of indifference.

Juliet felt a chill run down her spine, and she took a step back, unable to bear the coldness in his eyes. They were a shade of blue that was deep.

"What did he sense this time?" Juliet thought.

William's mouth opened, and the words that came out were cold and devoid of emotion.

"You may leave now," he said, his voice flat and expressionless.

Juliet grabbed the door handle with her both hands and immediately dashed out of his presence.

"This is a bad idea," she murmured under her breath as the halls were occupied with the clicking of her heels.

Edward's Chambers, Verain Pack

In Edward's lavish chambers, he lay on his bed, his eyes closed as if he were asleep but he wasn't. He was in a trance-like state, his mind was definitely not focused on the Victoria who lay beside him massaging him, moving her hands over his body.

Yes, Victoria was a beautiful and seductive woman who had come to him many times before. She was like a drug to him, something he craved and needed. But his mind has always been occupied with vivid images of Elena.

Of course, everything was a lie from the start. He lied about his feelings for Elena, but still, he wanted her on his bed. He missed the way she would say his name begging him. He could listen to her moans all day.

As Victoria lay beside him, she noticed he wasn't responding as usual. With her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow, she traced patterns on his bare chest with her fingertips. She was dressed in a sheer, flowing gown that left little to the imagination. She had a seductive smile and called out his name,

"Edward...." she whispered his name seductively into his ears. Edward could hear how needy she was but he wanted Elena. He wanted her desperately.

Victoria ran her hands down his chest to his waist, holding his belt, pushing herself up on him like a tigress on her prey.

"Edward...." He finally stared at her with his midnight eyes.

Edward's eyes moved from her face to her chest, and he saw that her gown was barely covering her.

"Do you want me?" She asked drawing his attention to her boobs which were barely covered by a transparent top.

Her succulent lips touched his, and her heart glowed when he pulled her waist to him, his lips responding, asking for a deeper kiss.

She straddled him, her hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight. She was being careful about his c**k, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for her, Victoria taking her time.

One thing Edward loved that Elena sometimes did was to align their n*****s and rub. Hers would be hard and his would be too. He didn’t know if Victoria would do that. He had to push his anxiety away. He had to forget Elena and try to enjoy this moment with Victoria.

Victoria was dragging her hair across his eyes. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn’t going to, he knew. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were so attractive.

She ran her hands down to his waistline, unzipped his fly, took out his p***s, and put it in her mouth. Her tongue moved from the tip of his c**k down to his testicles. She massaged his c**k so nicely he couldn't resist grabbing her waist and turning her to lay on her back as he got on top of her.

He drove himself into her. He began slowly and after a few thrust he drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. He would c****x soon.

He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher. He was almost there and so was she.

And then the knot at the root of his c**k dissolved in fire, melting. He shouted when he came. Then she was snorting, trying to say something. She was telling him to stop. She had climaxed too and she wanted him to stop. They disengaged, shaking.

“That was sensational Elena, I can't stop loving you,” Edward said as he fell helplessly on the bed beside Victoria.

At that moment, all the excitement Victoria felt minutes ago suddenly turned to pain.

“How could you ruin this moment Edward?” she said as she sobbed.

“How could you make me feel so terrible?”

“Are you here wishing to be with that wolf-less and unfortunate sister of mine?”