Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King

Chapter 27: 0027

Lorelei POV

Was he going through heat? That was my first thought.

These were all the symptoms of a wolf in heat. Or worse, he had been drugged.

Either way, I should not be here.

Though I had never seen the Alpha King before, everything about his presence screamed exactly who he was. And why else would he be entering a chamber like this?

I swallowed hard, though there was nothing in my throat, as he yanked the ruined fabric of his shirt off his shoulder, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest.

Oh goodness.

Was he really going to undress in front of me?

The more I thought about it, the more I panicked. My mind raced through every possible way to escape this situation, but before I could settle on a single one, his head suddenly snapped toward me.

The second his eyes met mine, a loud growl rumbled from his chest.

Then he started walking toward me. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"I’m so sorry," I blurted immediately, panic surging through me as I forced my legs, which suddenly felt like jelly, to move out of his way.

But he was too fast. freewёbnoνel.com

Before I could even take a full step, his hand shot out and gripped my shoulder. A startled gasp escaped me as he slammed me against the wall, pinning me in place.

The impact knocked the breath from my lungs.

His head dropped into the crook of my neck, and he began aggressively scenting my skin.

My entire body froze.

His pheromones were stronger now, thick and intoxicating. With him this close, my vision blurred at the edges.

Cold sweat broke out across my forehead while a strange, terrifying heat curled low in my stomach.

The sheer power radiating from him was suffocating.

It pressed in from every direction, threatening to overwhelm my senses completely.

My legs felt like they would give out at any second.

I pressed my palms flat against the wall behind me, desperately trying to ground myself as his chest rose and fell against mine.

I was completely trapped between his massive, rigid frame and the cold stone wall.

Completely at the mercy of the most ruthless man in the werewolf world.

"Who are you?" he growled, his voice thick with anger.

"I’m just a maid," I answered immediately, my voice trembling as I spoke, and his jaw tightened.

"How dare you enter my chambers without permission?" he snarled.

"I... I..." I did not get to finish before his grip shifted from my shoulder to my waist, his large, burning hand pulling me flush against his overheated body.

A startled gasp escaped my lips as the contact sent a jolt of electricity racing through my veins.

He was not just angry anymore. The wild, drug-fueled haze had completely taken over his features. His amber eyes darkened to near black, pupils blown wide as he stared down at my mouth.

"You lie," he rasped, his breath so hot it felt like it was scorching my skin. "No servant smells like this."

Smells like what? I thought.

I did not have a scent. My wolf was suppressed.

So what the hell did he mean by that?

My thoughts were cut off when he buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep, shuddering inhale, as though trying to breathe me in completely.

My body was not helping either.

I found myself arching into him without meaning to, and a soft, broken whimper slipped from my lips.

At this rate, I was going to sign my own death sentence if I did not get myself together.

"L... let me go," I choked out, tears filling my eyes as I pressed my hands against his bare chest and tried to push him away.

But it was like trying to move a mountain.

Not only because he was far stronger than me, but because my limbs only grew weaker the longer his scent overwhelmed my senses.

Yep.

I was as good as dead.

The thought flashed through my mind as my hands moved to his neck and pulled.

Not away.

Closer.

My breath caught.

What was I doing?

Why was I pulling him closer?

This was wrong.

Every part of this was wrong.

He was the Alpha King.

I was a servant.

Yet despite how loudly every logical part of me screamed to fight, a broken moan still escaped me when his hot mouth found my neck.

His teeth grazed my skin, sending a violent shiver through me.

"Fuck, that sound," he growled against my throat, his voice rough and unsteady as he pressed even closer.

My eyes flew open when I felt something hard press against my lower stomach.

Oh, goddess.

He was...

Was I...

Were we...

I did not have time to process it.

One of his hands left my waist while the other pinned my wrist above my head. A second later, his fingers found my panties, and in the next moment, I felt two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, making me cry out in shock.

"Ahh!" I cried, my walls clenching around the sudden stretch.

Pain and confusion crashed through me at once, and my entire body tensed.

It hurt.

No one had ever touched me there before.

Now I was trapped against a wall with a man completely invading my space, thrusting not just one but two fingers inside me.

Yet as strange and overwhelming as it felt, my body was not reacting the way it should have. It actually felt so good my knees nearly gave out.

I bit down hard on my lip to stop any more sounds from escaping, but it was useless. My body was burning up, and my vision had grown so hazy it felt like I had been drugged too.

"You are so tight," he muttered as his lips left my neck, his breath brushing my collarbone. "Has no one—"

Thankfully, he did not finish the question.

My face burned with embarrassment anyway.

"Too bad, though," he continued, his voice a low, rough vibration against my skin. "I have been celibate for too long. You were the one who snuck in, so do not expect me to go easy on you."

My eyes widened as the meaning behind his words finally cut through the haze clouding my mind.

A small whimper escaped me as he pulled his fingers out.

The sudden emptiness left a cold ache, but before I could process it, his hand moved to the collar of my dress.

The moment I realized he was about to rip it off, pure panic broke through my dazed state.

"Stop!" I shouted.

I had not expected him to listen.

Not when he was acting like a completely drugged beast.

But he actually did.

He froze.

His large hand remained clenched in the gray fabric at my collar while he stared down at me with an intense, unreadable expression.

His amber eyes swirled with dark hunger, and his chest rose and fell heavily against mine.

"I will do it myself,"