Chapter 160: Chapter 160 The Taste of Possession
Allen’s request hit Reginald like a slap to the face. The royal beta was approaching middle age—still in his prime by shifter standards, but way too old for Fiona.
The bastard had been eyeing Reginald’s mate since day one. Blonde hair, green eyes—apparently that checked all his boxes.
One night. That’s what he wanted. One night with Reginald’s mate, just to remind him who held the real power here. He knew Reginald led the fugitives, and this was his way of grinding his face in the dirt.
The shock wore off fast. What came after wasn’t rage—it was something colder. Reginald almost laughed at his balls, asking to bed another man’s mate like it was nothing.
He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. Like he’d done this dance countless times before.
Made Reginald wonder how many women in Valerium had already warmed his bed.
"You look beautiful." Reginald pressed his lips to her neck, right over his mark. Fiona stood there getting ready for Allen, fighting back tears.
"Don’t tell anyone about this," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"I won’t. I’d never humiliate you like that."
She wanted to keep this secret to save face. Reginald wanted to keep it quiet to save his skin. If the Crimson Fang pack found out he’d traded their precious Fiona for Valerium’s help, they’d turn on him faster than rabid dogs.
"Reginald... I don’t know what to feel. Like I’m betraying you."
Reginald pulled her close. "Don’t say that. You’re not betraying anyone. I’m the one who can’t protect you. I’m weak."
"No, you’re not. You’re fighting a war that isn’t even yours. This is revenge for my father. I’m doing this for myself."
She held him tighter. She was sitting while he stood, her head pressed against his stomach.
"But I feel like I’m betraying our mate bond..." Her tears came harder now.
"We agreed to this." A thought crept into Reginald’s mind, cold and sharp. "Actually, I think you can humiliate him too."
"How?" She looked up, tears streaming despite her promise not to cry.
Reginald’s eyes went ice-cold, but he smiled—a cruel, calculated smile—as he pressed her head against his member.
The idea of humiliating Allen sent heat through his veins. He thought he could break Reginald, humble him.
They’d see about that.
"Make him taste me." Reginald unzipped and drove deep into her throat without warning. No time to adjust before he started pounding into her mouth.
She wanted to gag but couldn’t. Reginald gripped her hair tight, and she squeezed her eyes shut. He’d never been this rough with her before.
Reginald was angry—furious at what Allen had demanded. The thought seemed to calm her because she preferred his anger to his indifference.
If he was angry, it meant he cared.
It didn’t take long before Reginald filled her mouth with his release. She swallowed every drop.
When he finished, Reginald smirked and knelt in front of her, wiping the tears from her eyes. He brushed his thumb across the liquid at the corner of her lips.
"Kiss him first. I want you to kiss him so he tastes me. So he knows you’re mine." Reginald watched the spark return to her eyes. She loved when he got possessive, and he knew exactly how to play that card.
"Yes, I will..." She hugged him, grateful for something that should’ve disgusted her.
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**Phoebe’s POV**
The party drained every ounce of energy from my body. My legs felt like they might collapse as I finally escaped those torture devices called high heels.
"Hurt?" Perry knelt in front of me, his hands working my sore calves while I collapsed onto the bed.
The party raged on in the distance—it’d go until dawn. I couldn’t keep up, so I’d bailed early. Perry should’ve stayed with the others.
But why would he stay when his mate wasn’t there?
Timothy was probably keeping everyone entertained by now. That man lived for parties—he could go on for much longer without breaking a sweat.
"You did great tonight." Perry kissed my knees, then chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’m not trying anything."
Heat crept up my neck. I lay back, staring at the ceiling while my hand drifted to my flat stomach without thinking.
The movement didn’t escape his notice. I could feel his eyes on me, reading my thoughts. He should’ve told me about my condition by now, but something held him back.
A little longer.
He wanted me a little longer before I’d be devastated and pull away from him.
Just a little more time...
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**Perry’s POV**
Later, Phoebe slept soundly in my arms, snuggled against me like she belonged there. But sleep wouldn’t come for me.
Problems crashed through my mind like waves, each one demanding an immediate solution.
