Chapter 666 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

He positioned himself between her legs and caressed her hip, and she gasped into the kiss when she felt the pressure increasing.

Liam didn’t stop his flurry of kisses nor his steady advances into her depths. He was on a mission to claim her, and he had no intention of pausing until it was over.

A sharp pain told her that they crossed the point of no return, but the way he held her firmly while keeping his caresses gentle told her that it will be alright.

“FUCK!” Liam cursed loudly when he got in all the way. No pussy ever gripped his cock in such a way, and the sparks igniting his body made the whole experience mind-blowing.

This was it, merging with mate, and it was so much better than he imagined it would be.

The thought of him ever doing such a thing with another woman was unacceptable, and the thought of her doing this with another man was driving him insane.

“You are mine… mine…” Liam growled lowly while rocking into her.

Amelia’s scent of vetiver mixed with the lilac that was in the vase, reminding him of carefree days, and the scent of her arousal added Amelia into the memory, changing it forever. Liam’s mental image of a boy relaxing in the grass on a sunny day transformed into a grownup Liam with Amelia; they were in the grass, kissing and caressing while relishing each other’s presence and creating their own definition of happiness.

Amelia held onto Liam with all her might because the whole room was spinning, but she was not afraid because Liam was there to anchor her.

He licked and kissed her everywhere his mouth reached, eventually moving to the base of her neck.

She wanted to kiss him and caress him in return, but her body was not responding to the commands of her brain. She was completely at his mercy while her body moved on an instinct to match the rhythm his set.

Amelia moaned when he squeezed her hip and increased the pace of his thrusts, and she bit her lower lip to suppress the embarrassing sounds.

There was a change of angle, and his cock pushed against the spot that made her see stars in front of her closed eyes.

“That’s it…” He murmured between kisses. “Let it out… Let me hear you… Look at me…”

Amelia opened her eyes, and through her haze, she could see his disheveled appearance. When did her hands end up in his hair? She was not sure because the pressure in the pit of her stomach was increasing, and her jaw fell open slack in a silent cry when she felt the scorching pain in her neck.

The heat of his venom spread through her veins, and she tensed as an orgasm hit her full force.

Liam growled while pumping himself into her without releasing her neck, and Amelia was confident that she will pass out from the overload of senses, but she didn’t.

Amelia was surprised by the clarity that enveloped her. It was like when the mist disperses under the morning sun, and everything becomes brighter and sharper.

She could clearly feel his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her up with his hot seed, how he held her waist firmly, the moment when his venom reached the tips of her toes that were curled to the point of hurting, her insides jolting in the aftershocks of her orgasm… she never felt anything like it, and it all came with the addictive scent of lilac. The sweet aroma was everywhere, and it took her a moment to realize that it was coming from Liam. Even his sweat carried a lilac scent. It was her favorite. How come she didn’t pick that up before?

Liam retracted his fangs, and he licked the spot where he bit Amelia, to help her heal. He loved the way she twitched under him to the rhythm his tongue set.

He lifted his head to look at her flushed face that was glowing in the aftermath of their mind-blowing sex. She was the one. His mate. Claimed and marked and absolutely perfect.

The mark was still fresh, but Liam could feel the bond forming and allowing him to peek into her emotions. She was dazed, amazed, and mostly happy.

Liam captured her lips with his, and he inhaled her shaky sigh when he resumed rocking into her. Did she think that once will be enough?

Amelia didn’t know much about Liam other than his name, that he had three brothers and many friends, and that no woman waited for him in his realm. He had no children, and he wanted many, with her. He said that he wanted to make her happy, with a promise of sex every night and breakfast in the morning. He loved drinking coffee and he said that she will love it too. He knew how to set her body ablaze, and there was a strange sense of belonging that increased with his every thrust and every kiss… actually, she knew quite a bit of things about him.

Liam was her soulmate, her other half, and that was more than enough to relax and enjoy the pleasures of flesh her smoking-hot mate was providing. And he said that it will last forever.

Keith was sitting on a chair in the corner of a room that looked like a lab from a horror movie.

Numerous shelves filled the walls with jars and vials of different colors. He could swear that some of those jars had contents that moved, but he was warned not to touch anything if he wanted to stay there, so he sat there obediently.

In the middle of the room was a medium-sized table. Cassandra, Calla, and three other healers from the Midnight Guardians pack were sitting around that table and talking about some things Keith was not interested in.

He overheard Calla expressing her desire to be the next Oracle, together with a healer called Remi, but Cassandra denied that request immediately with, “I am the Oracle of the Midnight Guardians pack, and I have no intention of retiring. Unless Alpha Talia removes me from my position, it won’t happen. Besides, how can you be an Oracle when you are not receiving divine messages?”

Calla was visibly flustered. “Divine messages?”

Cassandra snorted arrogantly. “I am the Oracle because I receive divine messages, not because someone gave me the title. Even if you call yourself the Oracle, you will never be one for real.”

Calla nodded in understanding. “I didn’t mean to take over your position as the Oracle, but in your absence, we need someone to conduct ceremonies and such. Alpha Talia approved for Remi and me to share those duties.”

“That’s a different thing, then”, Cassandra said. “You can call yourself main healers, or shamans, or make up a name, but unless you are blessed to be an Oracle, you calling yourself as such will be just an empty title.”

Calla had to agree with this. It was logical. Cassandra performed her duties for such a long time, they associated everything with the Oracle.

After that, the conversation became livelier, with them picking the right title and defining the duties of each role. Calla and the other three healers had many questions ready about the different ceremonies and things that Cassandra would normally do, and she answered their questions patiently.

Keith observed the old Oracle while suppressing his urge to snap her neck. He knew that Dayson was under the influence of dark magic because of her, and Keith still clearly remembered how Dayson manhandled Talia on the evening of the pack run. If Cassandra succeeded, Dayson would forget about his mate, and he would probably be crippled, and that meant the whole Shadow Fang pack would be at the mercy of other Alphas who would want a piece of the Shadow Fang pack. How can Keith not wish to punish the Oracle for such a heinous act?

But she was alive, and that meant Talia and Dayson had a reason not to kill her. What was that reason? Keith was not sure. Maybe it was something that only Alphas should know.

It was obvious that Keith hated Cassandra, so why was he in this room? Because no other place was safe.

Liam was busy with his newly found mate (aka Amelia), Axel and James were sticking to their witches, Talia didn’t need Keith’s protection when Dayson was around, and Keith was finding it increasingly difficult to watch them being lovey-dovey.

Keith knew that he had no right to claim Talia in any way, and he had no right to be jealous either, but he couldn’t help it. In order to prevent himself from making the obvious mistake of provoking Dayson, Keith decided to find another place to idle.

Ah, he thought that this would be exploring the new realm while valiantly defending Talia, yet he ended up holding a candle to mated couples no matter where he looked.

With witches’ burning gazes on him, Keith decided to go to his room with the intention to rest.

Unfortunately, witches would find a reason to disturb him every few minutes. They would knock on the door of his room, offering snacks and drinks, to show him the fountain and the library, and even massages.

Keith wondered what was wrong with him. If this was before, he would take advantage of all those witches, or at least of a few of them. But how could he indulge in pleasures when his mission included Talia? What if an emergency happened, and he was balls deep in a woman? He wouldn’t be able to look Talia in the eyes ever again.

Desperate for a safe place, Keith remembered four healers who came with them. They were from the Midnight Guardians pack, fully clothed, and they wouldn’t try anything funny because they were saving themselves for their mates.

And that’s how Keith found himself in this lab, spacing out while contemplating his life choices.

Keith felt like he merged with the chair he was sitting on, and he became furniture. A sad ending for someone with a promising future. He remembered how he was excelling in academics, and he proved himself as a worthy warrior; he became a coach and started a lucrative business of protein shakes, and… now he was sitting in a room with five females and being ignored.

Keith was startled out of his depression when the door opened for a witch to peek in. He thought she was looking for him, but after glancing around the room, she left without a word. It wouldn’t be strange if the same thing didn’t happen four times already. Was she looking for something or someone? Keith thought that it made more sense to think that she was waiting for someone.

What he didn’t know was that witches were keeping a close eye on Cassandra; it’s not that they were monitoring Oracle’s every move, but now that people from the Midnight Guardians pack were visiting, witches wanted to remind Cassandra why she was there.

Cassandra stayed behind after making an unclear deal that resulted in the potion to dispel dark magic temporarily.

Cassandra’s life with witches was not an easy one. It all started with testing the potion that was intended for Dayson. However, in order to check if the potion works, witches re-created the ceremony that Cassandra did to suppress Dayson’s power. The pain was excruciating. And the worst thing was that they did it more than once.

After Cassandra regained consciousness, they clarified the terms of the deal. Cassandra was hungry for knowledge. However, since she was not a part of the Coven, the witches refused to teach her directly, but they allowed Cassandra to observe and learn on her own. In exchange, they got to use her for testing non-lethal spells and potions. Non-lethal didn’t mean that Cassandra didn’t suffer, but the proud Oracle would never admit that she ended up with the short end of the stick.

Keith noticed that Cassandra would glance at him occasionally. Did she notice his hostility?

After an unknown measure of time, Cassandra left the table where four healers were engaged in a discussion, and she approached Keith.

“You are Alpha Talia’s guard, right?” She asked.

Keith confirmed. “Her head guard.”

“I hope we can have a word.”

As much as Keith was withering away from boredom, he didn’t like that Cassandra was gesturing toward the door, obviously asking him to step out. There were witches out there! On top of that, the woman in front of him was the one who dared to act against Alpha Dayson. Who knew what she would do to Keith?

“Where do you want us to go?” Keith asked without getting up.

“To find privacy”, Cassandra responded.

That’s it!, Keith thought. She was definitely up to no good. Will she perform a ritual to harm his wolf? Or maybe to brainwash him? Anything was possible. He eyed her top-to-bottom in search of a weapon or a potion, but he couldn’t find anything. Maybe she was luring him into another area where a bunch of witches was waiting. Is that why the other witch would peek in once in a while? Was she reminding Cassandra that Keith needs to be offered as a sacrifice?

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