Chapter 3 Kill Me, My King

• Maximus's POV
• They all knew the consequences, yet they kept coming. Some as a sacrifice, others willingly.
• But whether as a sacrifice or willingly, they all met the same fate.
• Death.
• My bed is a death sentence. A place where no woman has ever been strong enough to survive.
• This was my curse. My demon.
• I am a monster. The most powerful and feared Alpha King to ever exist.
• Mercy is a word that died in my world a long time ago. Buried beneath the screams of women who thought they could cure me.
• I have lived with this curse for as long as I can remember.
• I have tried to tame this beast—to deprive it. But nothing. No woman has been able to survive or break my curse.
• I get sent dozens of women from Alphas who are looking for favors from me. Hoping my cure will come from their pack.
• Some virgins, thinking purity might be the cure. But it only makes my beast want to feast more. Only make it hungry for their innocence.
• I’ve begged the Moon Goddess to take this affliction from me.
• I’ve howled into the night, torn through forests, slaughtered rogues with my bare hands—anything to calm the fire that burns in my blood each time I touch a woman.
• But the beast is never satisfied.
• Not with flesh.
• Not with blood.
• Not even with death.
• My wolf.
• Or… what’s left of him.
• He’s not like other wolves. He doesn’t respond to logic or loyalty. He doesn’t protect me. He consumes.
• And I let him.
• Because if I don’t… he’ll turn on me too.
• I stand in front of the window staring out at the full moon that seems to be mocking me.
• The sound of my chamber doors opening brought me out of my thoughts but I didn't turn.
• “Your Majesty," my Beta's voice reached my ears.
• “What is it?" I asked, still not turning to him.
• “We've prepared the women for tonight," he said and I couldn't help but scoff.
• Another corpse to the list.
• Why were they all so stupid. When will they realize that none of them can help me?
• “Send them in,” I said as I slowly turned to him. "We both know how this will end.”
• He didn't respond because he knew this was a truth neither of us could deny.
• He bowed in respect before disappearing out the door and I stood there waiting. My clothes were already taken off and all I had was a towel wrapped around my waist.
• Minutes later he returned with a woman. Short brown hair, trembling like she had been summoned into the lion's den. And maybe she had.
• Without another word, my Beta Lucien walked out, the door shutting behind him, the sound echoing throughout the room like a final drumbeat before execution.
• The woman kept her head down.
• Her heart beating so fast. Her fear thick in the air.
• It was pathetic.
• I stepped into the light and the woman's head looked up but quickly looked down like she just made the biggest mistake of her life.
• Without wasting a second, I let the towel drop. A gasp followed.
• And then the inevitable happened. The pleading, the screaming.
• “Please! Please! I don't want to die…I can't…please!” The woman screamed and the sound was getting on my nerves, making the beast inside me roar in anger as I clenched my hands tightly.
• "You were offered to me.” I spat and the woman fell on her knees, eyes filled with tears, shoulders shaking and she begged for her life.
• “Please…please…I really don't want to die!” she continued screaming, continued begging.
• My claws came out, and I was seconds away from tearing her apart.
• “Lucien! Come take her out of my sight!" I growled and immediately, the door burst open and Lucien rushed in dragging the woman with him as she continued to scream and beg.
• Until the door shut again, her screams still echoing outside the door.
• I snatched the towel from the floor, wrapping it around my waist, my chest rising and falling in uncontrollable anger, my beast clawing inside me to be let loose.
• I rested my head against the wall breathing hard when I heard the sound of the door opening.
• “Lucien, that's enough…”
• "I can help you my King,” a soft, seductive voice reached my ears and I quickly turned to be met with a green-eye girl with blonde hair.
• She had that confident look in her eyes. But I've seen that look one too many times and I remember how it ended.
• “I heard the other sore loser screaming, I'm not like her," she whispered as she let the robe covering her body fall to the ground and I couldn't help it. It stirred something inside me at seeing her completely naked.
• My cock immediately hardened, my beast roaring in hunger.
• Her breasts were just the right sizes, her stomach flat. Freshly shaved and the sight made my mouth water.
• She took slow steps towards me, her hips swaying seductively as she stopped in front of me and then her hands rubbed my chest as she whispered.
• “Let me show you what having a real woman feels like,” she whispered as her hand came to the towel but my hand stopped her.
• "You're not afraid of dying?” I asked, my voice cold as I stared into her eyes that were filled with confidence and bravery.
• It was either she was stupid or suicidal.
• “No. I'm not going to die, I'm the woman who's going to stop this," she whispered as she kissed my chest and I groaned.
• “Let me," he whispered before finally tugging at my towel and it fell off.
• My body was on fire and it felt like the blood in my body all rushed straight to my cock.
• She continued kissing my chest, her hand snaking down my body until she cupped my cock and then she froze as her eyes looked down.
• “You're…you're so fucking big! How's that going to fit?!” She gasped as she quickly staggered back and before I could respond, her eyes rolled back and she passed out on the floor.
• I growled, turning away from the woman because all I suddenly saw was red.
• “Lucien!" My voice roared as the doors slammed open once again and Lucien rushed in.
• “Your Majesty?”
• "Let one more woman into my room again and she won't make it to my bed before she dies.”