Lycan King’s Nemesis

Gwen??

“Ashton?” I gasped, startled to the marrow. “You scared me.” I closed the door and gazed around the room. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t -don’t you dare evade my question.” He gritted, narrowing his eyes at me. “Where are you coming from?”

“I went strolling.” I lied fluidly. “I needed to think and I wasn’t hungry so I decided to skip and go… strolling.”

He drank me intently, his lips in a straight line, and his eyes unreadable. I didn’t walk closer, afraid he would smell Tyler’s scent on me. Werewolves’ sense of smell was potent, not to mention a Chief Lycan.

He huffed irritably and moved away from the window, to cross his hand over his massive chest. “Are you still on your… period?”

“Period?” I questioned, then recalling my initial lie, I abruptly nodded. “Yes. In fact, uhm… I have cramps and want to go to bed early.”

“Are you lying to me now, Gwen?” I was shaking my head at him. “Don’t you want to get pregnant?”

I looked away rapidly, my mind travelling back to what the Doctor said. It made my heart skip a beat. What if the doctor informed Ashton of my condition? That will certainly be the end of my stay here. What use will I be here when I can’t produce an heir?

“I-I need to rest, Ashton.” I reiterated and made my way to the closet. As I passed him, he clasped my forearm and drew me back to him. I stopped breathing. To avoid perceiving his scent.

“Okay…” his voice fell a notch. “Is it about earlier? Sorry.”

I snapped my head to him, my blood starting to boil. I wasn’t even thinking about that but the fact that he will say ‘sorry’ emotionlessly just because he wants to fuck me, made me snatch my hand away and finish the trip to my wardrobe.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s not about that, Ashton.” I spoke up, “I don’t really care if you sleep with the entire women in this Kingdom anymore. I just need to sleep. I can’t FUCK you tonight.” I emphasize the fuck because that is all I feel when he is inside me. No passion, no feeling, just the intermittent slap of skin against skin.

There is no pleasure in the act at all. While Ashton is busy taking pleasure, all that kept me going is the euphoria derived from the pull of the bond and my natural attraction to him.

That is definitely not love making.

“Is that how you see it?” He demanded, his ego seemingly bruised. “Just fuck?” He demonstrates with his hand, scrunching his face.

“That is how it is, Ashton.” I flared at him. “You only fuck me because you want an heir. Yes, I am working so hard to get you one, but then I can’t help but wonder what will happen after that. Will you still come to my bed or will I become just your mate?”

His eyes dimmed just enough to make me more confused about what was going on in his head and then they were back to cold. He took a step forward, stopped and sneered, “You are very ungrateful.”

Just what I thought. “I am the one who is ungrateful?”

“Yes, you, Gwen. What more do you want from me? I made you my Queen. I allowed you privileges and now you deny me of my right all in the name of being in your period?”

Such a crybaby.

My head was exploding. What is wrong with this man? He hates me, yet, he can’t sleep without crawling into my bed. Is this all about the heir or is there more to this?

I crossed my hand defiantly and clicked my tongue. “You need help, Ashton.”

“Oh, yeah? I need help, yet, you are the one who stalks me everywhere I go.”

“If you think me seeking you out for Kingdom matters makes me a stalker, then Ashton, I overestimated you. I thought you were sensible.” I lost control over my tongue. “The Kingdom is under attack and what do you do? You and your mistress hide away to engage in rubbish instead of standing up for your people.” I made my way close. “I helped you, I stepped in to cover your shameless ass and you think I am stupid?”

“I never asked for your hel_”

“Because you can’t see what is in front of you, Ashton. What did she do to you? Is it a spell?”

“Stop rambling.” He swayed his hands. “Merit is not like that.”

“Oh, you defend her.” I let out a sardonic chuckle. “Fine. Then go be with her, Ashton. I don’t care. You can even produce an heir with her.” I waved him off and threw my wardrobe open to pick out my night dress. I can’t break down again tonight. I can’t allow that.

I’m already spotting a migraine.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I mean it, Ashton.” I coursed softly. “If you think I will keep running after you like some sick puppy, then wake up. I promised your mother to be by your side and be your Queen. I will do just that.”

“You also promised to give the Kingdom an heir.”

“Well, I can’t!” I shrieked, out of impulse. “I-I don’t think I want to continue sleeping with a man that fucks around with different women.” I quickly inserted.

“You are insane.” He reached me in a flash and grabbed my neck closer. I struggle, hitting at his chest.

“You are my mate and will not deprive me of my conjugal right.” He breathed close to my ear.

“Get away from me, sick fool!” I pushed away from him. He seized my two hands in his right large one and pinned them above me. He was flattened against me, making it difficult not to inhale his scent.

Lud, why will Ashton be doing this to me?

“I know you want me, Gwen. You are just playing hard to get.” He kissed the weak spot by my neck. I sighed like an idiot, struggled some more and melted like ice. “I have to touch you for my sanity, don’t you get it?”

“You-you d-don’t want me.”

“Who said so?” He left baby kisses down to the side of my lips and then bit into my lower lips, acting like he was possessed. “I can’t sleep tonight if I don’t feel you, Gwen. Don’t punish me so.”

“You slept-”

“Don’t think about it.” His finger found my drawers and pushed it aside to finger my pussy. My head fell back against the wardrobe, my waist grinding into him. He matched my momentum, his big bulge fuckingly hard like it wants to burst through his pants.

“Tell me you want this…” He sucked my left nipple and managed my pussy more. “Tell me, Gwen.”

“I-yeah… I want you.”

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