The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Chapter Thirty-Four

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As I listened to Jace’s words, my eyes narrowed. “No, I’m sorry, but I can’t share her with you at the moment,” he said.

I was taken aback by Jace’s refusal to let me have any influence over the gothic maid. How dare he deny me such a privilege? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I felt a surge of shame wash over me in front of the maid.

I made a vow to myself that I would never forgive him.

“Fine then,” I huffed, my eyes still fixed on the beautiful girl flanked by Jace’s arms. “You have a wife, go get her! You shouldn’t cheat on her,” Jace added to his words.

“You know my wife is special, and I can’t have all these cheap thrills with her. Maids like her are the only ones I can experiment new styles with!” I retorted, trying to save my pride.

There was a moment of silence before Jace’s voice cut through the air. “Suit yourself, Jayden!” he shouted at me.

Fuming with anger, I stormed out of the thatched hut and headed straight to my chamber. My body trembled with rage, and I could feel my eyes turning red. I had never been so weak over a girl in my life.

I paced around the room, grappling with my unsettled emotions.

“Jayden,” a voice called from behind, but I wasn’t in the mood for idle chatter.

“Just get out!” I bellowed, my eyes filled with fury.

“Jayden, please…” the voice persisted.

I turned around, ready to unleash my wrath on whoever it was. She let out a shriek and cowered on the other side of the room.

“Jayden, I’m feeling aroused. I need you to make love to me,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

“I want you to go crazy over me,” she continued in a whimpering tone.

I approached her with a menacing look, my dark aura filling the room. She stumbled backwards and pressed her back against the wall.

Her eyes were filled with weariness, sorrows, and fears.

“What did you say?” I growled.

She averted her gaze, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

“I want you to go crazy with me,” she repeated.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of my lips. All the wild thoughts I had about the gothic maid began to play in my mind.

“So you want me to go crazy with you?” I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks, and nodded.

“Well then, strip for me, girl!” My command echoed in the room.

In an instant, she obeyed my command, leaving me in awe. Her figure was alluring and radiant, yet failed to arouse me.

“Undress me,” I demanded.

She approached me, her fingers gliding tenderly over my body. I anticipated my manhood to react to her touch, but it only withered.

“On your knees,” I instructed.

She knelt down and her head fell upon my limp member.

“Do justice to your prince,” I ordered, gesturing towards my lower region.

As she reached for me, I pushed her away.

“Elena, return to your chamber. Your sight is displeasing to me,” I declared, retrieving my attire from the floor.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, her gaze fixed on mine. She cried softly before stepping away from me.

“You don’t love me, even though I am your betrothed. I am invisible to you unless I force myself upon you,” she sniffled in despair. “Why?” she cried out.

“Elena, leave before I do something you will regret,” I warned.

She chuckled through her tears, wiping them away with a trembling hand.

“You may kill me,” she retorted, unmoved.

I exited my chamber, only to return a few minutes later to find Elena still standing there, completely exposed.

I said nothing as I sat on the bed. After a few minutes, the maids walked in.

They froze, likely due to Elena’s presence.

“Why are you both lingering in the doorway?” I barked at them.

They panicked and tried to avert their gaze from Elena, who was glaring at them.

“I am naked, you imbeciles! Leave this room!” Elena yelled.

The maids attempted to follow her command, but stopped when I glared at them.

“I dare you two to stay there and not attend to me by the count of two,” I challenged them.

They scrambled to my side.

“She is of no importance. Ignore her and tend to me,” I commanded.

“What?” Elena’s eyes widened in shock as she stood up to face me and the maids.

“I challenge you both to lay a single finger on him, and I will report you to Lady Jessica,” I warned, causing the maids to tremble in fear.

Their legs shook uncontrollably as nerves overtook them.

Whose room is this?” I demanded. “How dare you, Elena, interfere in my affairs?”

“Please, sir, let me assist you,” one of the maids cooed seductively, boldly straddling me and devouring my manhood down to her throat.

“Good girl,” I praised, fixing a stern gaze on the other maid who quickly joined us. “Both of you, take turns pleasing me.”

I moaned like a lady in the throes of passion, calling out their names while Elena watched from a distance, her anger pulsing through the veins in her neck.

“I’ll join you, Jayden!” she declared, approaching me, but I silenced her with a glare.

Ignoring my warning, she came to my side and tried to suckle my nipples, but I lashed out and punched her.

“Leave my chamber immediately!” I commanded.

Elena scrambled to gather her ripped dress and scurried away.

Once she was gone, I instructed the maids to stop and retreated to the far end of my room.

After a few moments, I dismissed them and attempted to sleep, but rest eluded me.

An unsettling pain gnawed at my heart as my inner wolf called out to me.

“Ann!” I whispered, repeating the name of the gothic maid who haunted my dreams.

“Is that her name?” I mused with a chuckle.

“Ann, please come back to me,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I called out for the person to enter.

“Young Master, your mother requests your presence in her chamber,” the servant announced.