Morgan's POV

Fuck. Him.

I thought long and hard of my next line of action as I flung the bloodied dagger away, and a wonderful idea came to my head.

Azriel just made me hot and bothered, and since there's no way I'm letting him anywhere near me, I'm getting under another man.

A man who I know has long time had something for me. The gamma, head soldier of the pack. He's always wanted me, and he did confess once, but I shunned him back then.

I headed straight to his chambers, cussing at everything in my way. He's probably sworn allegiance to Azriel, but maybe if I gave him what he wanted, he'd be on my side.

I wasn't above doing anything at this point.

He was in when I walked in, addressing some guards. He sent them away the second our eyes met.

“Morgan.” His eyes shook as they fell hard on me. He began approaching me.

“Caden...” I went straight into character. I started with a broken voice.

“Are you okay?” I could hear the raw concern in his voice, the panic spread across his face as he looked behind me in case of danger. It was soothing.

“I guess…” And his chest hit mine as he enveloped me in such a big hug like I knew he would.

“I'm glad you're okay now.”

Ever so shamelessly, I pressed myself harder into him, my nipples poking his chest.

He stiffened, noticing, something shifting in his eyes into the darker side.

“Morgan,” He called out to me, letting out a deep breath.

“Shhh.” I put a hand over his lips, batting my lashes at him. I knew the seduction game quite well.

“I need help. Please, help me, Caden.” I soon wrapped an arm over his neck.

“Tell me what you want.”

With my other hand, I grabbed onto his and guided it to settle on my waist. He let out a low growl, his eyes still searching, confused.

I pushed his hands down, right onto my ass.

“What are you–”

“You can touch it, it's okay. Feels good?”

That's when he broke apart. A man will still be a man. He grabbed onto it, squeezing a handful with so much passion.

“I can't believe this is happening. I've even wanted to be your slave at one point. Was jealous of the slaves that have been pleasuring you.”

He's obviously still finished for me, even after so many years. That sucked.

“I'm sorry. It could be your turn now if you wanted…”

I had no interest in him, but I wanted relief from whatever was making my core brew.

“I want to. I want so much, Morgan. You have no idea.” This man was groaning, burning to sleep with me.

“Then take me.” I saw his eyes go wide, then he stepped away from me, taking off his clothes with crazy efficiency.

He stripped completely naked, about to reach for my gown to take it off when I made him pause, a hand to his chest.

I refused to look down because I didn't want to see his cock and wish Azriel’s was the one going inside me any second from now.

Why am I even thinking about him? Am I currently practicing self hate?

“What is it?” His eyes slightly shook, his Adams apple bobbing.

“Protect me, say you'll stick with me, not Azriel.”

I saw the slight shift in his eyes, like he was shaking then contemplating.

“Morgan…” I went straight for the jugular.

“Tonight. Me and you. I'll be yours. I'll let you do anything you want. I'll let you have me the way you've been wanting to, just protect me.”

He was sold.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Mobilize your army. We can still overthrow Azriel. I believe we can if we stick together, and I'll be useful to you. You don't like the way he treated me, do you?”

“Done.” Is all he said, and somehow I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean I knew he liked me, but betraying Azriel just like that?

“Really?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I'll do anything for you, and you know it. I came to visit you at the healer's several times to make sure you were okay.”

My eyes almost watered at his thoughtfulness.

If only I could love him, but I just couldn't love anyone, not anymore.

“Thank you.”

He took me straight to his bed where he was close to taking my dress off after climbing on top of me.

All of a sudden, the door flung open, and we whipped our heads in the direction of the sound.

Sudden fear moved through me when I saw Azriel’s terrifying eyes spot me, then move up to Caden who practically shook on top of me.

Before Caden could say his next words, Azriel had reached us, and Caden was dead. Caden was killed in cold blood within a second, and I couldn't believe it.

I had no idea what Azriel did, but he just killed a man with little to no effort. What kind of monster did I pick up at the slave auction?

While I was still in my thoughts, trying to recover from the fact that the man that was about to fuck me was dead, I saw myself carried, and just as I was recovering, I was thrown over his broad shoulders.

It hit me then that Almighty Azriel had thrown me over his shoulders like I weighed nothing, and he was just moving away.

I could feel the vibrations of his body, and even in the midst of his calm, I knew he was angry. I feared for my life.

“Drop me!” I tried to brave it, but he wasn't listening to me.

“Drop me down this instant Azriel!”

This man was not to be played with at all, but it didn't matter, because I was not to be played with either. I refuse to give up, and for taking Caden's life, he will pay.

Was he out of his mind to kill his head soldier? Who is going to lead now? What the hell was he thinking?

I promise to hurt him for taking my last fuck away from me.

We soon arrived at his chambers, my ex room, and I was thrown onto the now king sized bed in a way that made me lose my footing, my sense of self, my damn mind. I struggled to recover for a couple of seconds, but it was already too late.

I was dragged to the headboard where my hands were spread apart and chained to the bed. He chained me to the damn bed.

I kicked his face several times as he tried to chain my legs apart too, but he was still very successful, my kicks barely scratched him.

When he was done, he got off the bed, and he stood beside me as I breathed hard, boiling. I had never been so humiliated in my life, not even when he took my own pack.

“How dare you?” He finally asked, his voice calm, one would almost relax. But I knew, I knew I couldn't dare relax.

“Why did you chain me?” He looked over and across me, seemingly pleased with himself.

I can't believe he got chains for me.

“This is what you like. You never listen otherwise. Plus, you've not answered my question.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” I spat, throwing my face away, determined to ignore him the whole time. If only he knew his plans were different from mine.

I'm not sure how it happened, but my legs were spread further, and Azriel got into his bed with me, situating himself right in the middle of my legs.