darkness and lust

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THE LYCAN KING

{ . . . . Darkness and Lûst . . . . }

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"End her, and bûrn her body."

Those words rolled off cruelly from the tongue of my destined one—MY MATE.

He stole my innocence, rejected me, stabbed me, and ordered me to be killed on our wedding night. I lost my wolf, left in a cruel realm to bear the pain alone...

But my life took a twist that night—a twist that dragged me into the worst hell possible.

One moment, I was the heir to my pack, and the next—I was a slave to the ruthless Lycan King, who was on the brink of losing his mind...

Cold.

Deadly.

Unforgiving.

His presence was hell itself.

His name a whisper of terror.

_He swore I was his, craved by his beast; to satisfy even if it breaks me_

Now, trapped in his dominant world, I must survive the dark clutches of the King who had me wrapped around his finger.

However, within these dark reality, lies a primal fate....

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THE LYCAN KING

{ . . . . Darkness and Lust . . . . }

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'To ascend your father's throne, you need to have a mate. You're to marry him, then we'll crown you as the Luna of the pack.'

Arianna's eyelids fluttered open, the elder's words echoing in her mind. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the makeup artist having done a flawless job. Clad in the most beautiful white gown she had ever seen, Arianna couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over her.

It was her wedding day.

Her parents had died two years ago, devastating both her and the pack. With no male heir, Arianna, as the eldest daughter, was destined to lead. But to be crowned, she had to marry. They believed it would strengthening the pack.

Last year, on her twenty-first birthday, the ball ceremony had been held, under the full moon. It was a grand event where wolves met their destined mates. Arianna remembered standing nervously in the corner, watching the scenes unfold.

Then, suddenly, she caught a scent—strong, intoxicating, and utterly overwhelming. It melted her completely, prompting her eyes to search the space frantically. When she spun around, her gaze locked with his.

He stood tall and handsome, his smile making her heart race. As he approached, Arianna's lips parted in awe, her wolf purring in satisfaction. He kissed the back of her hand and whispered that single, powerful word.

"Mate."

His name was Kael Fangton, the son of Dirus, one of her father's most trusted men who had died in battle. Dirus had been known for his loyalty and skill, and Kael seemed to have inherited those traits. Arianna had researched him thoroughly, and even the elders had supported the idea of him ruling by her side.

Their love grew, heart connected and all that was left was marriage.

Taking a deep breath, a smile formed on her lips, she just couldn't wait to be Kael's official bride. She couldn't wait to have him by her side, as her alpha.

"Aria!" A small voice echoed through the hall. Arianna turned to see her younger sister, Lylah, rushing toward her, her face filled with concern.

"You're really going to marry him?" Lylah asked, her tone sharp. A displeasing look on her face.

Arianna sighed. "Not this again, Lylah. Kael is a good man, and I love him—"

"I'm not talking about your feelings. I'm talking about you listening to the elders. They are deceivers and you knew it. It's barely a year since you knew Kael, you don't need to rush this..."

Lylah, at seventeen years old, was sharp and stubborn. She had always disliked Kael and hated the elders' insistence that Arianna married before ascending to the throne.

"I know the elders can be manipulative, but the Moon Goddess chose Kael as my mate. He'll rule beside me," Arianna replied firmly, leaving no room for argument. She walked past her sister, heading toward the grand hall where everyone was waiting.

"Arianna, do you accept Kael as your mate and husband to stand beside you as you lead the Ravenwood pack to protect and cherish as long as the moon shines above?" the elder asked.

Arianna swallowed the lump in her throat. She felt Kael's fingers gently caress the back of her hand, and she smiled. Her heart fluttering.

"I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The elder turned to Kael. "Kael, do you accept Arianna as your mate and wife to stand beside her as she leads the Ravenwood pack to protect and cherish her as long as the moon shines above?"

Kael's response was swift and steady. "I do."

They were handed chalices, and as the ritual dictated, they dipped their fingers into the sacred water, marking each other's foreheads with the crescent moon symbol.

Lylah watched in protest.

"By the light of the moon and the will of the pack, you are now bound as mates and leaders. May your bond be strong, and may your rule bring prosperity to us," Elder Rowan intoned.

The hall erupted into cheers and howls as Kael claimed Arianna's lips in a tender kiss, a symbol of their union.

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Later that night, Kael gave Arianna a final thrust, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of intimacy filling the air. As he released her, Arianna felt the cold air hit her skin, and she pulled the duvet over her body. She watched as Kael stood and began to dress.

"You didn't mark me," Arianna whispered, slipping into her nightgown. Kael turned to her, his expression unreadable.

"Do I have to?" he asked, his voice cold and distant. Arianna frowned, confused by the sudden change in his demeanor.

"What do you mean? You're my husband, and I've just given you my body."

Kael chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down Arianna's spine.

"What was that?" Confusion swirling in her gaze as she watched him pulled out a cigarette.

"You still don't get it, do you, Arianna? I've never met anyone as naive as you," he lit it, exhaling a plume of smoke that clouded the air between them. He glanced over his shoulder, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Easy to deceive. The moon goddess made it easier to use you as well."

Arianna's heart sank, his words cutting deep like a dagger. Her mouth hung open, unable to utter a word.

He continued. "My father, Dirus, fought alongside your father, Alpha Thane, for years. And yet, he was betrayed. I was there when your father beheaded mine for a crime he didn't commit. I watched from the woods, crying my heart out. Then Alpha Thane lied, saying my father died in battle."

"What are you talking about?" Arianna's voice trembled, dread creeping into her heart.

Kael's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You know exactly who your father was, Arianna. Should I remind you of how beastly he was?"

"My father was not a beast, and you will not speak ill of him," Arianna snapped, her eyes blazing with anger. Her father had been a strict ruler, but he had loved his people. Everything Kael was saying felt like a lie.

"The pack needs a real leader, Arianna. And that's not you."

Before she could react, two hefty guards entered the room. Arianna's heart raced as she scrambled out of bed, unsure of what Kael was planning.

"What are you...?" Her voice trailed off as Kael spun her around and plunged a dagger into her stomach, his eyes cold and merciless.

Blood spilled from Arianna's lips, her vision blurring with tears as she gasped in pain. This wasn't the Kael she had fallen in love with. This was a stranger. A monster.

"I, Kael, son of Dirus, reject you, Arianna, daughter of Thane, as my mate," he whispered, and Arianna's wolf howled in agony. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"Accept it," he growled, his voice devoid of compassion.

No. The pain was unbearable.

Arianna shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She cried out as Kael twisted the dagger deeper into her flesh, her blood pooling on the floor. Its metallic scent filling the air.

"Accept it!" he roared, his eyes filled with hatred and disgust.

"I... accept your rejection," she gasped, the words ripping through her soul. The pain was excruciating, like a thousand needles piercing her heart. Kael made it worse by yanking the dagger out.

Arianna collapsed to the floor, her body trembling. Her nightgown was soaked with blood, and she struggled to breathe. The dagger had been coated with wolfsbane, preventing her from healing.

Her wolf retreated into hibernation, unable to bear the cruelty of the rejection.

"I hope you understand, Arianna. I had no choice. The pack needs a better ruler," Kael said coldly before turning to the guards. "End her and bûrn the body."

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Arianna watched as the first guard approached, crouching beside her. Painful whimpers escaped her throat, soft yet filled with agony.

"End her and bûrn the body."

She couldn't believe those words had come from Kael's mouth. The man she had given her heart and body to was a traitor, and she was just a pawn to his own game of stealing the throne? The thought made her heart clench even tighter.

"All my life, I've wondered what it would feel like to kill a highborn. It'll be a marvelous feeling, I suppose. Now, I finally get the chance, thanks to Alpha Kael," the guard sneered, licking his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Arianna shut her eyes, more tears streaming down her face. She was slipping into darkness, her strength fading quickly. Her breathing was labored, and she knew her condition would worsen if she didn't do something about the wound Kael had inflicted.

"But today isn't the day for that," the guard added, and Arianna's eyes fluttered open in confusion.

What?

The second guard stepped forward, wearing the same twisted expression. "You've got a pretty face, eyes, lips, and body. Men would pay a fortune for you."

Arianna's heart sank. She understood now—they were going to sell her. "No, please… just end me," she tried to say, but her voice failed her, barely a whisper escaping her lips.

She needed to think of a way out, but her mind was clouded by pain and betrayal. Her wolf, Lily, was silent, gone into hibernation, offering no help.

The first guard pulled out a vial of liquid. "This will stop the bleeding and put you to sleep. Death would make you useless," he said, pouring the liquid onto her wound. She hissed in pain as it stung her skin.

They forced another vial to her lips, making her drink.

The potion worked quickly, and Arianna's world faded to black.

Her fate… sealed.

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"Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to today's exclusive…"

A voice broke through Arianna's unconsciousness as she slowly emerged from the darkness. Her head throbbed, and her eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the bright lights above her.

The voice continued. "It is a pleasure to have you all out here…"

Arianna's vision cleared, and she saw the crowd around her, dressed in extravagant clothing, all eyes fixed on her. Many of the men's gazes were filled with lust.

Where am I?

Memories flooded back—Kael's betrayal, right after she had given herself to him. The same mate who had looked her in the eyes, rejected her, and ordered the guards to kill her and burn her body.

Arianna's eyes widened as she tried to move, but she was chained to a metal chair. Panic surged through her, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

A hand settled on her shoulder. "Easy, Alpha's daughter…" The voice was mocking, and Arianna looked up to see a stranger giving her a condescending squeeze.

What was happening? Were they going to kill her in front of all these people?

"Tonight's auction is a special one. Our item here is Arianna, the first daughter of the late Alpha Thane."

An auction?

Right. The guards hadn't killed her. They had brought her here to be sold like livestock.

Her heart raced rapidly, pounding against her ribcage like a caged animal. Why was this happening? She was supposed to be the next ruler of the Ravenhood pack, and now she was about to be sold.

This is disgusting… this is truly disgusting!

Her thoughts drifted to her younger sister, Lylah. Was she safe? What if Kael decided to hurt her too?

She had to escape.

"Let me go!" she struggled against the chain, glaring at the man, who only smirked. "Let me go, you bastard, or I'll end you!"

The man laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. "End me? Oh, please," he said, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. Arianna yelped at the pain that spread through her scalp.

His eyes blazed with anger. "Your father is dead. You're no one now—an exiled wolf with no title. Your pack revealed how you betrayed them by conspiring with the enemy for your own selfish desires… Traitor..."

What?!

Arianna's brow furrowed. Was that the lie the guard had spread? That she was a Traitor?

"They caught you and decided to punish you by bringing you here. The new and true Alpha of the Ravenhood pack is now Alpha Kael Ryder."

"That's not true! I'm not a traitor!" Arianna shouted, her voice filled with desperation. None of this made sense.

The man ignored her and turned to the audience. "She has the blood of an Alpha running through her veins. She's special and will have many uses."

The way he emphasized "many uses" sent a chill down Arianna's spine. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Please, let me go," she whispered, her voice breaking. Her wound still throbbed, and she remembered how Lily had gone into hibernation after Kael's cruel betrayal. The memory reignited her anger. She would make them pay.

All of them.

"Let's see what's underneath!" one of the men in the crowd suddenly shouted, and Arianna's eyes widened in horror, almost popping out of its socket.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and her eyes darted around the room frantically. Are they insane?!

As the demand hung in the air, the host stepped forward, standing in front of her.

"Please…" Arianna shook her head, her voice trembling. The chains seemed to tighten around her, cutting into her skin. "Don't… don't do this… please."

The host smirked, reaching for the hem of her dress. "Shush now, sweetheart. Let's see what a highborn looks like underneath," he sneered, and with a sudden jerk, he ripped her dress open, exposing her.

"You can't do this!" she screamed, her face burning with shame and rage. As if it wasn't enough, the man ripped it further to her abdomen, then knowingly brushed his finger on her cleavage.

"You'll pay for this! All of you!" she roared, struggling against the chains. Laughter echoed through the hall, and Arianna lowered her head, unable to bear the humiliation.

Why? Why was the Moon Goddess so cruel? The shame was unbearable, and her anger boiled over, her cries barely audible.

"Do you like what you see?" the host's voice boomed, and the crowd cheered again. "Let's start the bidding at five million," he announced, and immediately, several hands shot up.

Arianna knew these people were dangerous—high society, rogues, outcasts. She could even sense vampires among them.

"Six million."

"Six and a half."

"Seven million."

The numbers climbed, and Arianna watched, horrified, as the devious men and women placed their bids. It still felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake from.

"30 million!" A voice sounded across, and Arianna's eyes fluttered open wide. She raised her head and spotted an old man who had just seemed to have won the bid...

As their eyes locked, Ariana's felt irritated. She was sold, a fate she could never change.

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One moment, her life was perfect: a loving father, a respected pack, a devoted sister, and a mate who cherished her.

But in the blink of an eye, everything shattered.

The man she loved betrayed her, rejected her, and ordered her death.

Fate twisted, and she was sold, branded a traitor. Now, her life was no longer her own.

Arianna nervously fidgeted with her dress. The car was silent, thick with tension, as they drove to an unknown destination.

She could feel the guard's gaze on her, making her skin prickle with unease.

Time dragged as the man asked the guards questions, none of which made sense to her. Her eyelids grew heavy, but fear kept her awake.

Eventually, exhaustion won, and she drifted into sleep.

The car stopped abruptly, jolting her awake. Realizing she had doze off, she inwardly scolded herself.

"Are you hungry?" The man's voice pulled her attention. His expression was unreadable.

"No," Arianna lied, but her stomach growled, betraying her. Their eyes met, and she knew he saw through her lie.

The man glanced at his watch. "Stop at the nearest restaurant," he instructed the driver. The car halted, and the guard stepped out to get food. .

He returned with a plastic bag and handed it to her.

Arianna stared in confusion.

"Eat. You'll need it," the man said. Hesitant, she took the bag, unsure whether to feel grateful or wary.

What were they planning? Feed her, then kill her? No they wouldn't have feed her if that was the case.

As the car moved again, Arianna couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do with me?" Her voice trembled despite her attempt to sound calm.

"You'll find out soon."

She looked down at the sandwich, her stomach growling again.

If she needed her strength, she might as well eat. If there was any chance to escape, she'd need her energy.

Just as she finished eating, the guard beside her swiftly covered her nose and mouth with a cloth.

Arianna struggled, but the strange scent overwhelmed her, and darkness consumed her.

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Arianna awoke to the scent of lavender and chamomile. Warm water enveloped her, soothing her tense muscles.

Fingers gently massaged her scalp, and she let out a soft moan of comfort. Where was she?

Her vision cleared, revealing a lavish bathtub. Maids surrounded her, one checking the water temperature, another scrubbing her arm, and a third washing her hair. Their faces were expressionless.

Memories flooded back, and confusion set in. Where was the man who bought her? Had the betrayal and recent cruel experiences, all been a nightmare?

"What is this place?" she asked one of the maids, but received no response. "I asked you a question!" Her voice was sharp.

The maid glanced at her briefly before continuing her task.

Frustrated, Arianna yanked her arm away. "I demand an answer!"

To her surprise, the maid pulled her arm sharply, and retorted.

"You're a slave like us. Just because we're bathing you doesn't mean you can talk down to us. This isn't your domain, princess. You're in the Lunaris Citadel, not your small pack—the one you betrayed."

'Lunaris Citadel?'

Arianna's heart raced. The Lunaris Citadel—the seat of the Lycan King, ruler of all packs. How had she ended up here?

"Brigid, enough," the head maid, Selene, scolded, but Arianna barely registered it. Her mind raced as she processed her situation.

The Lycan King—ruthless, powerful, and feared by all. His word was law, and who had met him, mentioned he was like a devil-- his eyes could burn, and he was blessed with insane power. And now, she was in his domain.

Fear twisted in her gut. Why was she here?

The maids finished bathing her and dressed her in a revealing white transparent gown that barely reached her thighs and clung to her curves. She felt exposed.

"Why am I wearing this?" she asked Selene, her voice trembling.

Selene met her gaze in the mirror, a flicker of pity in her eyes.

"You are to present yourself to the king tonight. A word of advice, little princess—do not run from him."

Present herself to the king? Her heart sank to her feet.

"W..what do you mean?"

Before Selene could respond, the door swung open and a guard clad in armor, stepped in. His face weathered and menacing aura demanding attention.

"The king is waiting," his thick voice pierced through the air, his eyes settling on Arianna. "Follow me."

Arianna's legs trembled as she followed the guard down the dimly lit hallway.

The air grew heavier with each step, an icy chill emanating from the room at the end. She didn't need to be told—she knew the Lycan King was in there.

She was about to spend the night with the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.

"Get in," the guard's word sounded like a harsh command, punching her guts. Forcing her feet to move, she pushed the large imposing door open, and stepped into the dark chamber.

The door cracked shut behind her, its thud echoed through the room like a death knell.

The air was thick, oppressive, his presence unmistakable. The king was in his rut. She could smell the sharp, intense scent-- Rich, earthly, and laced with a hint of wildness.

Arianna froze, her eyes glued to the floor. She knew he was watching her, making it hard for her to breath.

'I can do this. I can survive this,' she tried to reassure herself, slowly looking up, but her courage crumbled the moment she met his gaze—those golden-red eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul.

Panic surged through her, tensing every nerve in her body. Ignoring the maid's warning, Arianna spun around, reaching for the door in desperation.

"Let me out!" she cried, but the low growl behind her made her freeze.

She felt the heat radiating from him, a clear sign of how close he was.

His towering frame loomed over her, her back pressing against his solid chest. His hot breath brushed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine—yet igniting something deep within her.

In a husky voice dripping with menace, he whispered, "Where do you think you're going, little prey?"

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Arianna's heart raced even more as she stood paralyzed, the King's warm breath on her neck, and his words stirred something deep inside her.

She didn't like this, didn't like the heat starting to spread through her body.

Was he going to hurt her? She had heard of ruts and the uncontrollable desire that came with them—the periods of intense, primal urgency that not even the most civilized of her kind could resist.

His nose pressed into the crook of her neck, sniffing deeply, as if her scent were some addictive elixir. He then let out a satisfied, guttural groan.

"Take your clothes off and present yourself to me on the bed." His voice rough and thick, making her nerves tense.

Arianna gritted her teeth, her eyes shut. "P...please," her voice came out like broken waves.

Another guttural groan followed, an angry one that made her shiver.

Left with no choice, she turned and took a few steps away from him, her legs weak with fear. His pair of golden-red eyes still lingered in her mind, the memory making her stumble.

She reached for the strap that held her dress and loosened it, letting it slip down to the floor, revealing her nákedness.

She climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and arched her back. A bitter sigh left her lips as she awaited her fate.

The bed sank beneath her, a clear sign that he had joined her. She whimpered, beads of sweat cascading down her face.

She tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to happen but kept failing.

Today was supposed to be her first day as the Luna of the Ravenwood Pack, but instead, she was here, at the mercy of the ruthless Lycan King, who was in the throes of his rut.

She felt his large hands press against her thighs, parting her legs further and lifting them slightly. Arianna caught a glimpse of his figure and her breath caught in her throat.

His muscles rippled, his raw power on full display. He was magnificent, terrifying—and completely lost to his rut.

His hands left her thighs and reached for her hands, which were clutching the sheets tightly.

He folded them behind her back and pressed her chest onto the bed. Her back ached, easy for his p3netration.

She could feel his m3mber against her thigh, firm, hard, and ready. Its tip pressed against her folds, promoting, Arianna's eyes snapped open wide.

He was huge. Far too huge for her to take.

It plunged into her, and she let out a loud scream, trying to pull away, but his hand that pinned her hands behind her held her down firmly.

A warning growl tore from his throat as he pulled out and slammed back in, more brutal than the first thrust.

Arianna's scream pierced the air, her face buried in the sheet. She couldn't move, paralyzed by the fear that the Lycan might kill her.

"Stop, it hurts!!"

His grip on her bûtt cheek tightened as he pulled out again, then slammed back in, deeper this time. His pace was unforgiving.

Her head spun as pain shot through her entire body. He kept thrûsting, each thrust making her scream in agony. Tears cascaded down her face.

Her hatred for Kael, and those who betrayed her, grew stronger. They had caused all of this.

She wouldn't die. Not here. Not now. Not until she destroyed every single one of them who had caused her pain.

He pulled out completely, only to thrust back in hard, hitting the depths of her.

She felt as if he might split her in two if he kept going, and yet this time it felt different. Her body reacted, heating up. Her wet core throbbed, tightening around his member.

Arianna didn't know what was happening, but she didn't like it. Her body was sending a fleeting message.

Her heat.

Was she mistaken? There was no way this was possible.

Her thoughts were shattered when the Lycan King buried his nose in her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

The hand that had pinned her to the bed now rested on her neck, his grip firm as he continued plunging into her from behind.

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Selene stepped into the warm chamber, adorned with glittering candelabras and gold.

Her gaze settled on Lady Valkyrie, who was overlooking the kingdom through the large window.

Clad in a gown of rich velvet and adorned with unique embroidery, her features were the very definition of beauty. Her presence commanded power and authority.

Lady Valkyrie, a daughter of one of the strongest alphas, had been chosen as the future Luna of Lunaris Citadel.

"Your Highness," Selene greeted with a bow, her voice filled with respect.

Lady Valkyrie glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. "Has my Darling's rut begun?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Selene responded, her head still lowered.

Even though Lady Valkyrie was the chosen Luna, she had not been able to handle King Duncan's rut. Tales had mentioned that King Duncan was falling into a feral state due to his lack of a mate.

After centuries of searching for his mate, King Duncan was beginning to lose himself, making his rut primal and deadly.

With the thought of choosing a Luna instead, he chose Lady Valkyrie as his betrothed, yet he didn't recognize her during his rut.

Every slave that had been with him had been found dead the next morning.

Lady Valkyrie hated that her Darling became a beast during his rut, and she hated even more that she wasn't the one to tame him.

The thought of each slave dying brought a satisfying smile to her face. At least they were paying for driving her mad with jealousy.

"And the other female slaves?" she asked. Sometimes it took two or three slaves to satisfy the King's rut.

"They are prepared as we speak, my lady," Selene replied. "But even the strongest among them won't last long. His Majesty's rut grows more uncontrollable with each passing month."

Lady Valkyrie sighed, her fingers brushing against the cold stone of the window.

She had been bound to King Duncan for months, yet there was no improvement as the King kept falling into his feral state.

"I should be with him, not them," she mumbled to herself. She was like this during every one of his ruts—impatient, anxious, and upset. There was only one way to calm her urge.

She spun around, leaving her room and heading toward King Duncan's chamber.

The painful screams of the slaves with her beloved always seemed to calm her.

She would smile while hearing their agonizing cries echo through the walls, each scream reminding her of her bond with him—it was the only thing that soothed her heart.

Watching the slaves who took her place broken and torn apart, their lives snuffed out by the King's uncontrollable desire, gave her solace.

However, as Lady Valkyrie approached the heavy, imposing doors of the King's chamber, her excitement quickly faded. She halted in her tracks, confusion flashing across her beautiful features.

The sounds coming from the chamber in front of her was unmistakable.

The slave with King Duncan—her Darling—was not screaming in pain, but screaming for more.