Chapter 1 – Prince Juan

• The door that led to the prince's room opened slightly, and the maid shoved her head into the little space.
• "You sent for me, my prince!" She called out in her high-pitched voice.
• "Get in and shut the door." Prince Juan muttered coldly to her. She did as he ordered immediately. She stood still by the door and let her eyes scan the enormous room. It was fit to be a hall. All sorts of ornaments made of precious stones hung on the red walls. A chandelier of candles hung down from the ceiling, which was high up. Her eyes fell on the prince, who lay still on his grand bed with his hands behind his head. She forced saliva down her throat and let the sweat on her forehead crawl down her face.
• "You must. "You've grown so accustomed to me that you no longer knock, haven't you?" The prince growled. She raised her brows in fear.
• "No no no, my prince! I just didn't want to disturb you! I knew you were expecting me! " She cried as she fell to her knees, trembling. The prince giggled scornfully.
• "Get up, lock the door." He ordered her in his usual low, cold tone. At this point, her head fell. Tears fell from her eyes and struck the marble flooring. She knew what was about to go down. She clenched her jaw in an attempt to keep her sobbing as quiet as she could. She didn't want to tick off the highly irritable prince. She rose and fixed the bolts as she was told. She came to this room for various reasons. Sometimes it is to keep it clean; other times it is to deliver the Prince's meals. As tiring as those duties were, she preferred them to this obscene one.
• "Would you prefer we do it in our wolf forms today?" Prince Juan joked.
• "N... No," she muttered, wiping off her tears. She preferred they didn't do it at all. She watched the prince rise and approach her. With the fingers of his right hand, he pulled his neck-length dark brown hair to the back, revealing his gleaming blue eyes and curled lips. He had his signature smug look on. The only piece of clothing he had on was loose trousers. Morticia couldn't help but let her eyes fall on the beautiful contours of his stomach muscles. With every step he took, Morticia's heart leaped. She shivered. She didn't want to be there, but her body seemed to want otherwise. It didn't shiver in fear. It shivered in anticipation. It had been through so much palace work that it could do with a little sexual adventure with the prince. Finally, he caught up to her and gently stroked her face. She abruptly turned away. She wasn't bold enough to look the fearsome prince in the eyes. His touch sent shockwaves down her spine.
• "Are these tears on your face?" The prince whispered to her in a mock sympathetic tone. Her face flushed red.
• "Come on now, Morticia, you know I won't hurt you. At least not on purpose. " He whispered again, giggling wickedly. Morticia still battled with her body. It was falling for his touch. For his breath, which smelled like honey. She tried to fight the truth. Deep down, she knew she wanted it.
• "Why are you not speaking? Does this no longer work? " He asked, referring to her voice box as he grabbed her neck. Morticia began to breathe heavily. This caused her boss to stroke Juan's chest. Juan looked down at them, looked up at her, and gave a coy smile.
• "This... this doesn't feel right," Morticia muttered while still breathing uncontrollably.
• "Then why does your body seem to want me?" Prince Juan asked as he planted kisses on her neck. She let out a soft moan. She had fallen. She had figured it was no use resisting. The prince was still going to have his way regardless, so why not enjoy it?
• "Yes, that's more like it!" Juan commended her moan, which heightened the sexual tension.
• "Well, you see, this damned dress is getting in the way," Juan said, stepping back. She lowered her head in shame and immediately wished she hadn't, thanks to the sight. Her eyes widened and she gasped slightly as she noticed the great bulge in the prince's pelvic region. She could have sworn he had some sort of equipment tucked in there if she had not seen it move.
• "Take it off," Juan demanded. With her mind fixated on what she had just seen, the prince's voice startled her. Reluctantly, she untied the strings at her back and the blue ankle-length gown fell to the floor. Now all that was left was her skimpy underwear. Embarrassed, she folded her arms to hide her cleavage. There was no hiding her lower region, though. She still hesitated, though she had lost this battle.
• The prince approached her again. He rested his arm on the wall above her head, gently raised her jaw with the other arm, and locked lips with her. Oh, she loved it. She suckled on his plump, pink lower lip. Juan pulled out gently.
• "You see, Morticia, I don't like repeating my girls, but there's this thing about you. Your hesitation before we begin and then the way you go all in It drives me crazy. Oh, no! Sometimes it's almost enough to make me eject! " He whispered dramatically. Morticia giggled. She was all in now. Juan scoffed.
• "It's going to get rough now. Do as I say; I hate to give out the same order twice. " Juan muttered coldly. Violently, he tore off her underwear. She gasped, startled. Her tits were perky and down her thigh, a thick liquid dripped down.
• "Oh my! Are you sure you don't always look forward to this? " Juan exclaimed, pulling a string and letting his trousers fall. He lifted her thighs with both hands. Now her exterior rested on his pelvis area. She let out a louder moan.
• "Oh no, it's okay, I'm not going in yet. Now hug me. " He whispered. She hugged his head and it rested on her bursts. She could feel his warm, wet tongue dancing around one of her areolas. While busy with this, he carried her to the bed and tossed her on it carelessly. She spread her legs and looked up to see him. The thirsty look on his face. The veins on his enormous dinger She was in for it. Her soul was going to leave her body and hopefully return. It always happened when the prince sent for her. In truth, she enjoyed it, but after the whole ordeal, she felt miserable. She felt betrayed. Raped. It was close to that, but just what could a mere maid do? She was just going to have to deal with it. Slowly, Juan crept up on her. Just when his face was opposite hers, she felt the weight land on her.
• "I'll be going in now. Moan my name. " He whispered and then proceeded to gently poke it into her.
• "Just... Juan..." she muttered in painful pleasure. She spread her hands out and gripped the sheets. The tip alone was in her, but it felt... sufficient. It was like the whole thing could not fit in. As if losing his patience, he forced it all in.
• "Juan!"
• Meanwhile,
• "I have reported on the battle as you requested, father." Princess Leslie said to the King, who was lying on his bed.
• "Go on." Her sick father muttered something in his hoarse voice. Seeing her father in this state always broke her heart. She missed her vibrant and strong old man. His sickness had been hidden as it was going to cause an uproar if the whole kingdom found out that their alpha was now unable to carry out his duties. The alpha represented the strength of the nation. He was always supposed to be strong. Only the members of the council and the royal family knew about his condition. The plan was to hide it till Juan was made King. The thought of her delinquent elder brother mounting the throne made Leslie cringe. It wasn't going to happen until he got a bride and she had pity for whoever was going to fill that position. She let out a sigh and proceeded to read the report on the scroll she held.
• "Our warriors succeeded in thwarting the Arthenish warrior’s efforts to infiltrate our villages on the outskirts.
• The war is still on the outskirts of Arthenia. At this rate, with time we surely will break into the palace at the heart of the kingdom and make their Queen surrender. However, we've lost so many veteran warriors. As weak as Arthenia is, they've managed to push us to waste many of our able warriors. Many of our borders are open at the moment so it'll be quite the problem if berserkers decide to visit us." Leslie read and rolled the scroll back up. Her father let out a sigh.
• "This war with our wolf brethren... I'm sick of it. We might win, but at what cost really? " He muttered angrily. He proceeded to cough violently, and Leslie ran over to his bedside to comfort him. She stroked his chest till he calmed down. Her eyes got moist as she looked at her helpless father. He lacked the strength to even open his eyes fully. He had shredded a lot of his gray hair, and he had developed more wrinkles on his face.
• "Oh, Leslie, You are overly concerned with my well-being. I'm fine. While I've been here basically bedridden, I came up with quite a plan for us to move forward. Would you be kind enough to fetch your elder brother for me? " He asked his daughter. She frowned at the sound of him. She despised him for reasons she thought were pretty solid. He was carefree about the matters of the kingdom and their sick father. All he did was flex his power on the servants and peasants while ignoring his princely duties. This plan her father had, which included her brother, confused her. Her father was smart, so she wondered how he expected anything with her brother to work out. Well, she had faith in her father. She rose and left to fetch Prince Juan.
• Approaching Juan's room, she stretched her hand out to open the door. Before she could, it opened from the inside. This started her It startled her, even more, when a maid emerged from the prince's room. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in shock. This maid had her head lowered.
• "Good day, my princess," she muttered and ran away. The princess watched her run and fade into the distance. She was too shocked to speak. All she managed to do was shake her head in disgust. She got into the prince's room and shut the door. The torn underwear on the ground caught her eyes. It sickened her. She felt the urge to puke.
• "Oh, my dear sister, how glad I am that you didn't show up even a moment earlier! " Juan exclaimed from his bed.
• "I am even more glad." She muttered under her breath as she walked over to his bed.
• "While you were tarnishing your honor and the honor of this family with a lowly maid, your father and I were discussing important issues! She scolded the young prince, who was lying on his bed, watching her get worked up. He was amused. She composed herself and continued.
• "Father wishes to see you." She said calmly.
• "Ugh. That old man! Just what could he want now? " He grumbled. In a split second, he felt claws on his throat and weight on his body. His sister's face was a hair away from his. Her canines stuck out. He could perceive the bloodlust.
• "You can do whatever you want, but if you dare disrespect my father, I will rip you to shreds," she growled. A moment of silence passed, and then Juan chuckled.
• "Leslie, while I'm impressed by your guts, I kindly advise that you get off of me right this second. He whispered to her. Reluctantly, she got off. She knew she had crossed the line. Prince Juan, while human, had invoked fear in his sister, who was on the verge of transformation. That was the power of the strongest beta male in Scyta and heir to the throne.
• Moments later,
• "Father, what do you want?" Juan asked impatiently, though he had only just appeared. For quite a while, King Roy remained silent, as if to annoy Juan. Finally, he spoke.
• "How would you like to marry the princess of Arthenia?"