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Cain’s Point Of View

M y Little Wolf Princess, whose name I still don’t know, stands up, so I follow her lead.

She steps back, immediately hitting the table with the back of her upper thighs. A few glasses of wine stumble, and one of them tips over, spilling red liquid all over the white cloth. Whatever, I plan to throw out all of that stuff soon anyway.

“You have to moan,” I repeat, putting my hands on the table on both of her sides, caging her in, leaning down, face to face.

She looks at me with wide-opened, panicked grey eyes, truly silent for the first time since we met yesterday morning—as if she doesn’t know how to do what I asked for.

Of course, she doesn’t.

I knew she was a fucking virgin. Liar. I could smell it on her from the beginning.

But I have a reputation to uphold, so fuck it, I’ll make her moan if I have to.

“What are you doing?” She finally finds her voice when I lift her by her waist with one arm while pushing food off the table with the other. I put her on it roughly.

She shrieks when I push her back on the cleared surface.

I glance at her with an unamused look and get to work by grabbing her hips to scoot her ass closer to the edge so I can have better access. This time, I am the one who kneels before her.

I’ve never kneeled like this before anyone. I’m a future King, and we don’t kneel in front of anyone. Lean over on the bed? Sure. But straight up kneeling on the floor? Fuck.

I can hear her heavy breath, but I ignore it and roughly jerk her thighs open wide. She clutches her skirt down, but I yank it back over her toned stomach.

“Relax, I won’t take you. We’ll just help you put on a show so no one becomes suspicious.” She stares at me and nods slightly. “Remember that publicly, you are supposed to listen to me no matter what.”

“Mhm,” she manages to say, and I don’t pester her for addressing me properly this time.

I hook my finger in her slightly wet panties. I smirk knowing I get her all worked up even when she’s afraid of me.

I knew she’d be easy the moment she couldn’t dart her eyes off me at the meeting.

I lean forward and put her panties to the side. I lazily lick her slit from her entrance to her clit, where I start to make little circles—feeling for the amount of pressure she will like.

“Mmmm,” she moans delicately, the same way as when she was kissing me in the bathtub this morning.

“Yes, just like that, but louder,” I instruct her while bringing my fingers for help.

I put one into her tight pussy and slowly move it inside and out. She starts to moan louder and louder, clearly improving her acting skills with every passing second.

I add another finger and wonder if I will be able to tell when she comes undone for real. And she will. Now, I’m determined to make her.

I suck her clit with my fingers still inside and look up at her. So flushed and panting and moaning, this time definitely for real. The most beautiful sight there is .

Soon, I no longer have to wonder. I feel it. Her muscles spasm, clenching on my fingers, her back arching over the table, her brows furrow with an agony of pleasure.

I ignore the painful throbbing of my cock because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I enjoyed that show of hers. Plus, I still want her to beg first. I have a game to win.

I yank her back up by her hands and laugh with satisfaction when I see how mad she is. At me or herself, who knows, but she’s seething.

“Come on, Princess, we have to let people finish their meals.”

I can see her looking at the mess we made with a sudden shame, which makes me angry. She can be mad, but I don’t want her to be ashamed of being with me. I take her hand and lead her out. People cheer when we navigate the crowd, almost as loud as at our wedding. Oh, they heard her, they heard her just fine.

I can’t help but grin at that.

I’m letting her enter my bedroom first, when I hear panting and stomping on the stairs to our floor. I wait for whoever it is.

“Alpha, Alpha!”

I see the young omega guy who recently started working at the castle in place of his dead father.

“Yes, James?”

“Your Beta is back, sir. He called a meeting.”

I catch the curious glance of my wife.

“Did he successfully retreat from all the posts?” I ask, slightly irritated at my Beta—exercising his privileges on the night I’ve got my new wife hot and bothered and ready to fuck.

“Yes—”

“So, I’ll see him tomorrow,” I cut James off, planning to mind-link my Beta in the morning.

There’s no rush, I just saw him in the crowd at the wedding and the war is over. I try to close my doors, but James shouts again.

“Alpha, Beta brought back a traitor!”

That changes my mind.

I absently move one of the posts on the three-dimensional map of the werewolf kingdoms in the middle of my office. I should pay attention to my officers’ reports, but I can’t stop thinking about sinking my cock into my new wife’s tight pussy.

Or her luscious lips wrapping around my cock. I wish I didn’t stop her from doing it back in the dining hall, but that tear of hers… somehow, I couldn’t stand it.

The only time the tears can come from her eyes is when she’s choking on my cock—Fuck, I’m thinking about it again!

One of the warriors must have noticed my mind is elsewhere: “God, Alpha. You are so whipped!”

Whipped. Pff. What does that even mean?

I give him a death stare, and no one else dares to comment about my absent mind for the rest of the meeting.

“Okay, warriors, you are dismissed,” says my Beta firmly, and everyone below the officer rank leaves the room. He stands up and crosses his dark-skinned, bulky arms.

‘ Did you get the scroll? ’ I mind-link him while there is still some commotion in the room.

‘ No, Alpha, but Gamma is still trying some new leads right now .’

‘ Okay .’ I try to finally concentrate on the map and written reports before me.

“Well, at least we didn’t have to bother with Officer Asher this whole week,” I notice the lack of the officer’s name. I’ve never fought him personally, but he gave my warriors the most trouble. “He always was the biggest pain in our asses.”

I wait for the pleased applause from my officers, but there’s just weird silence. I lift my head from the reports and catch two of them exchanging glances.

“What?” I growl at them with irritation.

“Officer Asher is a she-wolf,” says my Beta slowly.

Too slowly.

“So?” I growl again. “Wait. Who gives their daughter such a boyish name?”

“You’d have to ask your father-in-law, sir,” says one of the Officers who was exchanging glances before. My attention is caught by the fact he called me sir instead of Alpha, and they only do that when they are especially scared of my reaction.

I drag my hand over my face.

“Just spit it out, guys. I’m too tired for your riddles.”

“Well,” he starts and looks at my Beta nervously. “I’m not the only one who noticed it at the wedding, right?”

Wedding? My wedding?

“You mean her light grey fur with a specific pink hue and then long pinkish-orange, blonde hair? It was pinker the last time I saw her, but… it’s her, isn’t it?” My Beta asks him with a smirk, and at the mention of Asher’s beautiful strawberry blonde hair, something finally clicks in my brain.

I am so mad—they are lucky I’m not eighteen and hotheaded anymore.

“Are you telling me that the enemy’s officer who’s made you cry to your Alpha for months now, is just a young spoiled girl?!” I shout at them, and everyone bows their heads in submission except for my Beta.

“Yes, Alpha, your wife is Officer Asher. I negotiated on the battlefield with her just a few weeks ago. And technically speaking, she is a General.”

General? Like me.

‘Basically, a woman version of you, Alpha,’ he adds with humor through our mind-link. I almost never close when he’s near enough for me to maintain it.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I ask out loud.

“I didn’t know she was the princess! Not until your wedding, Alpha. And then I had to go back to the front, and frankly, I thought you would connect the dots by yourself when you learned her name.”

“I didn’t know her name. I was about to ask you to investigate it!” My blood is boiling at this point. “That, and who her true mate is.”

“How are we supposed to know who he is?” Beta scoffs, and I see some curious glances from other Officers. “Alpha.” He adds way too late.

I want to slap him with my blade, but that won’t give me my answers.

“He’s an Alpha, and she met him after our negotiation started,” I say as calmly as I can.

“Oh, that’s easy then.” My Beta grins at me, and I already know I won’t like what he says next. “They had The Alpha Ball two days before your wedding, and she was personally greeting every Alpha in their Kingdom.”

If looks could kill, I would have to find myself a new Beta because this one would be bathing in his blood right now.

He knows that because he gulps uncomfortably. No one says anything else, and maybe he can’t stand the silence because he grunts to himself and starts again.

“Well. We know she is called Alpha Asher back home and is their only Officer who didn’t lose any battles to us. She’s good. No wonder they let her be the new General.”

Alpha Asher. My cute little wolf, whose pink wet pussy’s taste still lingers on my lips, is an Officer and the Alpha. Who would have thought ?

“Why do they call her the Alpha when she’s a girl? I mean, I know she has royal alpha blood, obviously, but why was she holding the title? Never mind. Bring out my wife! And that traitor!”

The officer closest to the door opens them and shouts out commands to one of the warriors who is stationed there. He comes back inside.

“Isn’t she the officer that bit off Mike’s leg two years ago?” I hear someone whispering.

I look up just in time to catch my Beta nodding in confirmation. We lost Mike a few months ago; he was attacked and bitten to death, but as an injured wolf… I couldn’t do anything about it. Another brilliant blood law that I constantly have a problem with.

Wait, how old did she have to be when she started fighting in the war? Sixteen? Fifteen? Impressive.

Someone opens the door just moments later, but it is not my wife or the traitor.

Fuck. I forgot it’s the end of the week. That means I have to close other things, too.

“Do you need new whores, Alpha?” Asks the omega guy, not lifting his head from his notebook.

“Why would I need new whores when I have a wife that I can fuck whenever I want?” I raise my brows while he looks up at me.

“I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.” He bows.

“Alpha, are you sure you don’t need more than your wife?” asks one of the officers with clear amusement.

Good to know at least one person can find fun in all of this.

“Are you offering yourself?” I ask, looking him straight in the eyes.

He visibly gulps.

“No, sir, I’m sorry, sir,” he bows his head the same way that Omega did .

I look around the room with annoyance.

“I hope you are not these tiny little lame fucks when I’m not around, because if you are, then it’s good I secured the peace by marrying that girl all of you were so scared of!”

I mean every word I say. We will not win anything if they are so weak and easily bent. I’ll have to ask my Beta in private because maybe it is just me scaring them shitless.

Maybe they are smart enough if they are terrified of me that much. They should be. Especially now that I have a wife and my plan can finally—

They are all saved by the door opening again.

“Alpha, the traitor that was snitching inside our ranks for Officer Asher,” two Warriors bring me a beat-up, good-looking young guy we added to the ranks about a year ago.

I roll my eyes. Of course, the double agent worked for her .

I grab my sword and cut off his head in no time. Blood is spilling and gushing on everything and everyone.

“You didn’t want to interrogate him first, sir?” asks one of the Officers closest to the gruesome scene. He wipes his face with a rag.

I guess I could have interrogate him first, if not for my anger. That’s probably why I’m not feeling any mating pull yet. I am still a little bit too hot-headed for that. Good, that’s for the best, now that I have a wife who I need to achieve my lifelong goal. Plus, I guess killing your true mate when you can feel the bond is not that easy, and that would be exactly what I would need to do as soon as possible.

I can’t have any weaknesses if I want to change anything in this fucked up world.

“What for? We already know who he was working for,” I ask rhetorically, and that’s when my wife chooses to come inside, almost tripping over the head that was cut off from her most trusted double agent.