KING OF THE CURSED

[Threats]

Alpha Dargan POV

Slow footsteps and a familiar silhouette on opening the doors before it came shut.

“You sent for me your majesty.” she takes a bow smiling with the corners of her mouth. I assessed her flimsy gown, the ropes at the sides that will take a single tug and they are broken falling to the floor.

“Get off your clothes.” my voice came out hoarse and impatient. I've been wanting to ravish and drink up from a woman- except Anabelle.

She deserved what she got next time she should focus on only me her master and not some one else and that rubbed...