Chapter 5 Mine To Destroy

• | • Dain’s POV
• A king doesn’t fall between a woman’s legs—and I would not be the first.
• In that moment, when I smelled the most delicious blood in the air like a damned vampire, I wanted to kill anything that dared to make me pause and hunger for it.
• But as I turned around and met her clear blue eyes, silently gazing at me—but not looking at me—I choked on my words.
• I looked down and saw blood—her blood.
• Rage surged through my veins, unfamiliar and raw. My legs moved before I could stop them, and I knelt.
• A king, kneeling.
• Her scent coiled around my senses like a curse, and my throat went dry with something dangerously close to hunger.
• Since the millennia I had lived and ruled in Lycos, this was the first time my heart raced at the mere sight of blood.
• It disturbed me so much that I closed my eyes and grabbed her leg. She tried to pull away, but for someone as weak as her, it was just a disturbance—one I didn’t have the patience to entertain.
• I licked her wounds like a beast tasting water for the first time in weeks.
• Until the only thing I could taste was her skin. And once I realized what I had done, I recoiled quickly and continued on our journey.
• But as I walked to my chambers, a burning flame lit up in my body, and I found myself craving for something more. Something wild.
• Because for the first time, something other than rage—the kind that demanded I kill everything in sight—was replaced by the urge to claim a rabbit whole.
• I increased my pace, and as soon as I reached my door, I wanted to walk in and leave her to her fate, as the slave she had chosen to be.
• But my legs stopped moving. I turned to her.
• And I did something I was sure I would regret.
• But even as her scent was carried away by the wind, the hunger didn’t cease. Instead, it intensified.
• For the first time, I staggered into my chambers, almost tripping on a step.
• “Your Majesty—” Gideon’s worried voice echoed behind me, but I raised a hand and stopped him with a glare.
• He had defied me enough for one day.
• “Leave,” I ordered in a rough tone. And before he could say another word, I walked into my room, back straight until the door slammed shut behind me.
• I staggered, barely making it to the edge of the bed before I sat down, chest heaving.
• “What in the world…”
• I looked down. The ache between my legs was maddening—impossible to ignore. Rage and want churned like poison in my blood.
• I had only meant to take a quick shower. Instead, I soaked in the tub for hours before finally going to her—without even bothering to dry my hair.
• When I saw her, my eyes darkened as I drunk in the sight of her.
• Her red hair spilled over her porcelain shoulders, her plump pink lips parted slightly, and her voluptuous figure curved like temptation itself.
• Images flashed in my mind—vissions I wanted to brand into her skin.
• ‘A woman is a lethal weapon, my son.’ My father's words echoed like a curse.
• I gritted my teeth as she knelt before me, docile and poised in her red dress.
• “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said softly.
• She chosen this.
• Instead of giving her an answer, I brushed past her with long strides and sat on the couch facing her bed.
• She didn’t move, even when I poured myself a cup of tea and quenched it inone gulp.
• “What are you doing there?” I asked gruffly, suddenly irritated.
• I heard her small feet pad against the floor as she slowly sat before me, her gaze carefully avoiding mine.
• A smirk curved on my lips.
• Good. She should know what she was and what she was worth. She should be lucky I didn’t make her kneel beside me like a pet.
• “How may I be of s-service to you, Your Majesty...” she asked, her voice trembling like a freightened kitten.
• I thrusted a cup toward her. Her surprised expression quickly shifted to anger as she gritted her teeth.
• It amused me more than the severed heads scattered across the battlefield.
• She picked up the pot of tea and poured me another cup, but I didn’t lower my hand. When she looked at me, I glanced at the cup.
• She caught on immediately.
• She was smart.
• She grabbed the cup from my hand. Though it was just a touch, I felt her fingers trembling and I chuckled, withdrawing my hand while she drank the tea.
• Defiant little thing.
• “Relax, I am here for business,” I said though my rough tone betrayed otherwise. She blinked at me, her lashes fluttering in a way that made my lips twitch.
• Where had all that boldness gone? The fire she had when she offered herself to me?
• Werewolves...always bold untill the moment it matters.
• “So tell me how you intend to prove yourself...” I paused, my eyes trailing down her curves. “...without your body.”
• The blush on her cheeks made something in me throb.
• I shoved an envelope toward her.
• “What’s this?”
• “A contract,” I said. “A written agreement for your new role. I don’t need paper to kill you—but I do need clarity.”
• She stared. I tapped the envelope again.
• She quickly reached for it, glancing up at me a few times while carefully pulling out the document and scanning the connect.
• “Your Majesty—”
• “Does the eighty nights bother you?”
• “Forgive me for saying this, Your Majesty... it doesn’t bother me. After all, I am that kind of slave. And if it means helping my family, I really don’t mind. But aside from that... is there anything in it for me?”
• She tilted her head to the side, a blush still staining her cheeks—and for a moment I was stunned.
• I blinked. She wanted power?
• “Check the second page.”
• She obeyed, shocked that she had overlooked it.
• There was a small smile on her face once she was done reading, and I believed she had made up her mind.
• But then, she frowned.
• I raised a brow. Somehow, I prefered the smile on her face.
• “What? You’re not satisfied with being my unofficial advisor?”
• She shook her head, lips pursed in a small pout. Then her eyes met mine.
• “This page states that in return for submitting myself to you whenever you desired for eighty nights, I would gain access to court information and political power. But as an unoffical advisor, I wouldn’t be able to act on that power. So... how can I become an offical one?”
• I drummed my fingers against the table, intrigued.
• There was no fear. No hesitation.
• Just a stubborn glint of determination—a strange zeal to do something I as the king who knows everything doesn’t know of.
• For some reason that only makes me want to pull her close and break her so I can pull every piece of information she hides from me.
• “Then what do you have to offer me to elvate your position?”
• I was just about to drink another cup of tea when she spoke again.
• “A small rebellion is happening in Velmorra, is it not?” She asked in an airy tone, brimming with confidence.
• I raised an eyebrow. She smiled in return and leaned back.
• “What if I told you that this isn’t a small rebellion—but something that will explode soon? And I know exactly how to simmer it down to restore peace in the Five Regions again.”
• I squinted at her.
• Doubt stirred in my chest, but the glint in my eyes proved that she was not just talking to save herself, she knew something.
• She wasn’t bluffing.
• She was going to be useful, not only in bed.
• “And if you are wrong?”
• “You can punish me and keep me as just a slave. But if I am right, you will promote me.” She replied in a clipped tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
• No one had ever dared to negotiate with me like that. And even if they had, they didn’t live long enough to regret it.
• Yet she did it, without flinching.
• “Fine. West court advisor,” I said. “Impress me—and I might let you live longer.”
• Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I smirked. I didn’t need wait for her to prove herself. I already knew she would. She hated to lose to her enemy, I could sense it.
• “Your Majesty—”
• “Sign.” I pointed, watching as she beautifully wrote her signature on where it was meant to be.
• I was done waiting.
• The moment the pen left her fingers, I pulled her into my lap.
• She gasped.
• “Your Majesty—”
• My nose brushed her cheek. Her scent. Her heat.
• “I was going to let you rest tonight,” I breathed. “But mercy doesn’t suit me.”
• I kissed her jaw.
• “From today onward...” I whispered, “You are mine to destroy.”