Chapter 132: Chapter 132 The Fortress Is Breached
"Faster, faster... ah..." Fiona’s voice cracked as she gripped the pillow beneath her. Reginald drove into her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips until his claws broke skin, leaving bloody crescents.
Fiona didn’t care. The sting only made her hungrier for more.
Reginald buried himself deeper, chasing his own release. He caught her nipple between his fingers and twisted hard enough to make her cry out.
Lately, he’d been testing her limits, trying to break her with pain and dominance. But instead of cowering, she only grew more desperate for him.
He wanted to see just how far she’d let him push.
Her body clenched around him—she was close. But just as her climax built, he pulled out completely.
"Kill... Reginald..." she gasped, spinning around in frustration.
Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back and thrust himself between her lips.
Her eyes went wide as he filled her mouth. Tears leaked from the corners as she fought for air.
"Take it, Fiona. Like the good girl you are," Reginald growled.
She’d been so close to coming, but now he demanded she service him instead. She couldn’t refuse.
"Yes, just like that..." His voice turned rough. "What? Crying already?"
He pushed deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but he showed no mercy.
This was what she craved, wasn’t it? To be used? He’d give her exactly what she asked for.
"Good girl." His teeth clenched as he came, body shuddering before going still.
Fiona heaved and choked, his release and her saliva spilling down her chin. When he finally pulled away, she spat onto the sheets.
"How rude. You should swallow everything." He twisted her hair around his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those green eyes burned with lust.
Just as he’d expected—she loved being degraded.
"I’m sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He leaned down and licked the salt from her skin. "Mmm. You’ll need to be punished for that." He shoved her back down.
Her eyes lit up with anticipation. She still hadn’t gotten her release, and the ache between her legs was unbearable.
But before they could continue, someone pounded on the door.
Reginald might have ignored it if he hadn’t sensed the urgency. "Stay here." He climbed out of bed and pulled on his boxers while Fiona frowned. She hated being interrupted.
He should have sent whoever it was away.
"What?" Reginald yanked the door open to find Darius, the pack’s gamma, looking panicked.
"We’re under attack!" he said breathlessly. "Get outside! Royal warriors have breached the fortress!"
"What the hell!"
Both men shifted and raced toward the fortress.
Meanwhile, Fiona was left alone, naked and unsatisfied.
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**Phoebe’s POV**
"He’ll be fine," Marcela said, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You don’t need to worry. The fever broke, but he needs more rest."
She gave me a few instructions—things I’d already picked up from watching her work.
"I’ll check on him again in four hours."
With that, Marcela left me alone with the sleeping king and Elder Tricia.
Perry had been unconscious for two days. The other elders were in chaos, and if Elder Tricia hadn’t stepped in to control them, everything would have fallen apart.
Not that Tricia cared about those idiots—he wanted to strangle half of them himself for being so annoying. But it would reflect poorly on the king.
"I heard Elder Wesley and Elder Eden visited you recently. What did they want?"
Elder Tricia obviously knew the real reason behind their little meeting.
I grabbed paper and pen to write my response.
*They want me to give up my position as queen. They said it doesn’t suit me.*
My coronation ceremony was supposed to happen when Timothy returned victorious, but honestly, I wasn’t sure I even wanted it.
"What did you tell them?" Elder Tricia settled into the chair Perry usually occupied during his midnight visits to my room.
*I didn’t give them an answer.* Sometimes I thought maybe taking their offer would be easier, but something told me Perry would never agree to that.
"So what do you want to do? Will you accept the position as queen?"
*I don’t think that’s a role I’m meant for.*
"Why not? Because you’re a weak, wolfless shifter who brings bad luck to the kingdom?" Elder Tricia chuckled at the look on my face. "You think I don’t know what they whisper behind your back? We elders gossip too, you know."
I didn’t respond, just fiddled with my pen while staring at Perry’s sleeping face.
Elder Tricia followed my gaze and spoke more softly. "Want to know why he got sick? Flynn and Timothy both know this happens regularly. So did our late healer, Helen."
