Morgan's POV

For five days, I was in the pack healer's chambers, getting cleaned everyday, Alma still finding time to make promises about how she was going to hit me again the instant I'm healed.

I begged for forgiveness I didn't mean so many times, but she vehemently refused to forgive me over something that happened over a year ago. I couldn't even believe she was now vocal because she stopped talking then.

I was still begging her when I realized that she was out of her mind to think she could hit me. It hit me then, that I was stronger than she was. Azriel gave her the temporary power she used on me at my weakest. She wouldn't dare now.

I would so suppress her, she would lose feeling forever the second she tried to, the minute I stood up perfectly whole again.

Well, that day is today. I felt so much better. The healer, an elderly, was the only one who's treated me nicely since the takeover.

She cared so much for me, despite everything I did to her in the past. I almost cried, I almost felt bad, I almost developed a heart.

Sometimes I'm the worst person I've ever met.

I was being watched the whole time by the guards Azriel stole from me, so I couldn't run away like I wanted, so I was transported back to the palace, thrown like a sack into my chambers.

I knew better than to start a fight right now. I needed to restrategize calmly, at least that's what I thought until I took in the chambers this bastard gave me from the kindness of his heart.

My fist clenched, smoke leaving my head.

My father's concubines main chambers, ugly, full of shit and dried cum from all their stupid orgies. Azriel could not be serious.

I refuse to live here. I couldn't even step on the floor, much less touch the freshly made bed.

The bathroom was scrubbed in such a way that if you didn't know the history of these big chambers, you'd be comfortable, but I was absolutely not comfortable.

There was no way he didn't know that. He wants to see crazy? He'll get some crazy.

I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

“Azriel!” Oh he started this one. I didn't even do anything this time around.

Then I proceeded to march out.

I knew exactly where the bastard would be. In my fucking room, taking it like he took everything else I owned.

I met guards outside my door. Of course they were outside. I'm such a baby I can't watch myself, or I'm such a threat I could escape. Escape? I will never do such a thing. Keep your enemies closer, they say.

I will kill Azriel.

“You can't leave, your highness–” one of them started to move their big mouth, and I lost it. I pushed through with heavy promises. The other one didn't dare speak to me.

“I will slit your fucking throats. Let me just catch you two outside my door when I come back.”

I wished I could kick the door down, but I just pushed it open and walked in to meet my arch enemy, and my breath suddenly caught when his gaze lifted to meet mine.

He was shirtless, staring me down. My words almost hung in my throat.

My eyes caught the array of the room from my peripheral vision, and I was definitely not pleased.

He has completely changed the place in just a few days, and I just kept getting angrier and angrier. I was dying to strangle him.

“You're back. You look good.” He said in a low whisper, so unbothered by my anger, it rattled my invisible feathers. How dare he?

“Change my chambers.” I tried to maintain decorum, to be as calm as possible for some reason.

“How about you ask nicely?” A smirk played on his lips. He was so comfortable on my bed. I hated it.

“You know I'll never do that.” Our eyes clashed, and heat crept up my neck without my permission.

“Then you're wasting your time. You may leave.”

Like hell I would until I was done talking to him.

“Cool to know you knew exactly what you did and that you started this one.”

His brows raised. He was amused. By me. I amused him, I didn't scare him. Fuck.

“What are you going to do to challenge me, dear breeder?”

That word stung. I will never, ever, conceive for him. I guess he thought I was joking, but he didn't need to know that just yet.

“Your breeder needs a good bathroom and a nice chamber to birth your pups, don't you think?”

His eyes glinted. I could see the excitement at the thought of that wash over him, and I couldn't breathe.

I almost forgot how hot he was. I threw myself at this man as a slave, now he was a king, it's so damn hot in here.

“Want to use my bath then? Be my guest.”

He just wanted me to humiliate myself.

“You know, you should be scared of me. I don't think you did proper research about me before you came here.”

“Yet somehow I'm on your bed and you're begging me for a good room. Maybe I should've done proper research, you're right.”

I swallowed, my fists clenched even tighter.

“I heard about how you came to rule,”

I loved that story very much. It's my favourite story to tell. I'm glad it reached his ears.

“You stole it from your brother.”

“I drowned him in a river. He deserved it. I might just do the same to you, so I suggest you consider watching your back. Never stop watching your back.”

He took one more glance at me, a rather expressionless one. It made me quite uncomfortable.

“It sucks, it really does, because you're really beautiful.”

I got what he meant.

Now he was questioning my character when he barely knew me? He rose up from the bed, and he began to head deeper into my ex chambers. I followed because like hell I would.

“You think you're better than me?”

He soon picked up a top, a regal one, and I watched him flex his muscles as he wore it over his head. He even put his back to me. This man truly didn't see me as a threat. That was the most insulting thing ever.

“I'm the alpha of Crescent bridge in case it hasn't hit you yet. Now if you'd excuse me, I have packs to merge together.”

He turned around, and started to head out.

He wants to merge my fucking glorious pack with another?

“I refuse. I will not excuse you.”

“I don't need your permission.”

He was already out the door when I was suddenly grabbed to him by my arm, my body flush against his, as he whispered right in my face, his voice weirdly doing foreign and unacceptable things to my skin.

“You can't beg your way out of this, but you can fight me. Fight me, Morgan.”

Good Lord. I fought back. Of course I did. How else was I supposed to have the last laugh?

“You take my throne from me and make me your breeder, and you expect me to be grateful to you? In your dreams. I will get my pack back, even if it's the last thing I do.”

“What you'll do is have my pups. That's for sure.”

He didn't let me step away when I wanted to, his voice moving past my skin, melting right into it and inside it, moving through my nerves and sending disgusting signals to my brain.

He filled me more with his presence, and I couldn't believe I was no longer thinking straight.

“Like I already said, I will never ever spread my legs for you for the purpose of bearing you pups.”

He inched even closer, our noses touching. I forgot how to breathe.

“When I'm ready to make you do it, you'll be begging me, Morgan. You're the only one strong enough to carry my heir, so you will.”

“What makes you so sure that I'll beg you?”

“Well, you love my cock, my queen.”

He was mocking me. Queen? Now he wants to call me a queen when he's reduced me to the dirt under his shoes?

Unfortunately, I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I spotted a dagger, my dagger, lying carelessly as he walked away. I l picked it up, ran after him, and just before he could turn around, I slashed his finger open.

Blood splattered on the ground, and joy overtook me as I wanted for his shrill cry. None came.

When I raised my head up to meet his gaze, this monster wore a rather bored expression, indirectly telling me that I should've done better. Why wasn't he crying?

Right in my presence, he took the finger to his mouth and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.

My throat burned as he stared at me.

“I won't spare you next time.” He just continued to walk away, and I stood rooted, in pure disbelief that something like that just happened.