The Lycan's Miserable Queen

HIS LAW AND HIS VOW FOR VENGEANCE PART TWO

HIS LAW AND HIS VOW FOR VENGEANCE PART TWO

"My king-" she breathed, deceivingly doe-like eyes meeting his golden irises which flared up with annoyance. His vehemently domineering voice broke out after a low hiss and a tug of her hair. He fisted her raven black hair, tilting her head up and warning her with his eyes. She had played this card with him too many times.

"This affair does not require any words, only actions. Do not tease me Villane, otherwise I will have to punish you." He threatened. The strain to his voice was only an indicator of one thing- his beast was at the surface and will soon take control and leave him a savage beast.

As serious as the promise of punishment was, Villane decided to be a little defiant and continued to say, "I need to bear your mark, I need you to claim me as yours, I want every man to know that I belong to the king, so they will not dare to so as to look my way with desire. I want to be yours and yours only, I need all to know that I am fully committed to you. That way, my family will stop trying to chivvy me into finding a husband. If another man takes me as his, then I will no longer be able to pleasure you, to satisfy your every desire."

In simpler, more direct expression, she wanted him to marry her. She had made some very valid points, but the stringent look plastered on his immaculately, darkly handsome face told her to prepare herself for another defeat. Villane had been trying to convince him to make a queen of her for two years but he had a law that he staunchly followed that set him against that. Villane was desperate not to end up as just another dispensable s*x toy he can chuck anytime he wants. She was an unmated wolf and wanted to erase the shame being unmated casted on her by marrying the most powerful king. At twenty eight she had lost all hope of ever finding her fated mate, in fact she did not want the mate the River Goddess had chosen for her, she could not care any less if he lived or long died. A mate was not part of her plans, she desired graspingly to be the Queen of Bane and rule all wolves and Lycans. King Larkien had lost his mate and was in need of a queen to bear him heirs to succeed him and she possesed all the qualities required for the queen of queens to have, so she did not understand why he did not want to even consider marrying her.

Larkien's breath rasped in his throat as his grip on her hair tightened and she barely winced as pain rippled across her scalp. The woman just vexed him terribly sometimes, which is why he preferred throwing her on her back and taking her from behind with not even the delay of introductions. He should have just thrown her on her knees and shoved his length down her throat the second he saw her. He would not have had to deal with her nonsense. Her views of their relationship were asinine and he had made her aware of this more times than he could count. Again he was reminded why he needed to replace her, she was setting her foot over the margin and forgetting her place too often.

"Do not be absurd Villane, you are not my mate, you cannot bear my mark. I have no intentions of marrying you, so erase whatever hopes you have of me changing my mind. I only want s*x from you, nothing else and if you cannot satisfy me, then I will not be needing you. Let us not have this conversation again. Now do what you do best and suck!" Following the brusque, irately articulated command, he did not allow her any room to react and pushed her head forward, shoving his unnatural inches into her mouth and leaving her mouth gorged with his meat.

"You have just one minute." He spoke through gritted teeth, a thunderous growl ripping free from his parted lips as her airway opened and she took him in her throat.

Villane had been startled, that is what led to her throat opening, but she had not been alarmed by the reverberate, guttural sounds he produced or the sudden, rough manner in which he shoved his length into her mouth, she had been alarmed by the sound of door slamming into a solid wall and the clack of metal being struck together, then crashing into the floor. Her movements ceased as she acknowledged a terrifying presence and the atmosphere in the room changed. A strongly suffocating aura had filled the bedroom and Villane like every other wolf and lycan knew that only one being effused such impalpable power and carried such a heavy air of regality: the patriarch of the Feral clan, the senior sovereignty, King Balor.

Washed over by embarrassment, Villane quickly drew her head back and wiped the drool from her lips, but in her flurried state she could not will herself off her knees. King Larkien's eyes met hers with disapproval, as though he could not see his furious father marching towards them.

"Get out and let me not see you here again." King Balor roared at Villane, sneering at her and giving her a disparaging look that did not veil his opinion of her. He thought of her as nothing but a pathetic she- wolf slut. It was one of the most humiliating moments of her life and she looked as utterly mortified as she felt as she clutched her dress to her chest and ran out of the room. Larkien did not seem to care at all, he was not at all bothered that his father had caught him in such a state.

King Balor could now focus his rage on his son. "What do you think you are doing? When will you tire of lowering yourself to the pathetic standards of these she- wolves? I was not expecting to find you here with a w***e after our last conversation."

Irritation flashed through Larkien's eyes, his exasperation not as inconspicuous as he believed it was. "Father." He bowed his head slightly and acknowledged him begrudgingly. "What will it take for you to respect my privacy? I have needs, I will satisfy myself with any woman I want, however many times I want."

King Balor's frown deepened, and his ageless face incurred but a few wrinkles as he grimaced like he found his attitude sickening. "And what if you get one of these sluts pregnant?" He had not even uttered the rest of what he wanted to say, yet Larkien had already shot an answer at him.

"That will never happen. I am always very careful, I make no mistakes." Larkien was not saying so just to silence him, he was extremely careful not to fall for the trickery of these sly, conniving women, otherwise he would have fathered many children and would have had many greedy bitches fighting for seats in his throne room.

"You killed my best warriors, after I strictly told you to leave them unscathed!" King Balor berated, his voice was especially punitive when he was this pissed, but he was not here to just berate him. He would have never barged into the bedroom he had reserved just for his s****l indulgences just to reprobate him.

"Is it an apology you are expecting?" Larkien c****d a brow at him and settled on the edge of the bed.

"I will deal with that later, there are more exigent issues to take care of, like your impending meeting with king Warbon. I have given you enough time and it seems in that time you have been doing nothing but erasing your betrothal to the Vieldar princess from your mind. You will marry Warbon's daughter, whether you like it or not. An agreement has been made and you know that the Feral men never go back on their word."

Of all the times Larkien had had this conversation with his father, he had never been this deathly serious, much to his exasperation.

"The agreement became invalid the second Warbon's little princess decided to run off with that pathetic Silver Streaks wolfling. Last I heard Warbon knew nothing of her whereabouts, when did that change?" Larkien did not care about their kingdom's alliance with the kingdom of Veildar.

Warbon could f**k off with his proposals. For the past four years, Larkien had been hoping that Warbon's little princess had died, now the possibility of her return tormented him.

Despite that argument, King Balor looked resolute, which spelled no good for his son. "Princess Adelaide still has not been found. It has been five years, I doubt she will return to her kingdom, at least not in one piece. Hence why Warbon and I had a long talk and we agreed that her sister; princess Quesce will take her place."

"What?!" He had to be f*****g with him. Larkien lost every bit of composure he had held onto and shot up to his feet in superhuman speed. "How many times should I tell you this father!" He snarled at him, barely managing to pierce through the senior lycan's stolidily calm temper.

"Do not raise your voice at me, Larkien." He reprimanded before definitively declaring, "You will marry Quesce in three nights and you will not be meeting her until the night of the binding ceremony, formal introductions will be skipped."

Larkien challenged him, nostrils flared and hands balled up into fists as he glared deeply at his father. "I have told you this many times before, since I could not marry Acacia, I will not marry anyone else."

He had made a vow, a vow to never allow himself to love again, a vow to never take another woman as his, a vow to never betray his mate and he was sure as Hell going to keep his vow. Or else he would raise Hell and many will perish.

"I am not going to betray my mate." He howled. His father was a bastard for not allowing him to mourn the love of his life, for not allowing him to honour his last promise to her and he was an even bigger bastard for scheduling the binding ceremony on the same day as the anniversary of his mate's death.

King Balor thought of mates as a weakness and never did believe in the mate bond, and as long as his principles did not change, he would remain an insensitive bastard who only cares about hoarding power.

King Balor sighed, disdain evident in his voice as he said, "Acacia is dead, Larkien! She has been dead for a near three years. You need to move on, you allowed her to weaken you when she was alive, you cannot allow her to weaken you even when she is dead. Even if she were still alive, you still would not have married her, I would have never allowed it. The agreement was made the instant Warbon knew his wife had birthed him a babygirl. Your marriage was arranged long before you met Acacia, so her presence would not have changed anything at all. You will announce the preparation of the binding ceremony to the people tomorrow morning. Three nights. That is enough time for you to retrieve sense from wherever you lost it, because you will marry princess Quesce, whether you object to it or agree to it. I promise you son, otherwise the consequences will be very dire."

With that conclusion, King Balor gave his son one last grimly look before he took his leave. Larkien was left reeling.

He had not even met Adelaide yet but he already loathed her for existing, for being born. Her existence was the cause of all this. She had done him a favour by running away but Warbon had one more daughter and she was too scrupulous and eager to please her father to commit the same mistakes her older sister committed. With Quesce, the marriage was going to happen, he could not avoid it.

He was left without an option and there was nothing he hated more than being put in a tight corner and being coerced into doing something. Especially something he is so against.

His beast was seething with rage, all he wanted was his mate.

No.

He was not going to betray Acacia.

Without a doubt, he was ready to raise Hell.