Not even the King
Ava's POV
I woke up alone in the enormous bed, feeling far from the recovery I’d expected. My healing abilities had always been my strength, but today, I was still in pain.
“Maya, are you alright?” I muttered to my wolf, scanning the room for any sign of Raphael.
“I’m okay… sorry about yesterday,” Maya whispered sorrowfully. My expression changed to one of confusion. Why was she apologizing? Without her, my untrained body would have faced disaster. I might have died again, never to wake up.
“I’m not mad. We wouldn’t have survived if you hadn’t stepped in,” I reassured her, hoping to ease her guilt.
“I still feel bad. The first shift is always brutal, and I didn’t factor that in. That’s why your body hasn’t fully healed yet,” Maya explained. Now it made sense. I tried exercising my arms, testing my limits, but a sharp pain made me stop instantly.
“Let’s get ready for the day,” I said, standing up carefully to avoid more pain.
“Raphael told you to stay in bed until you're better,” Maya reminded me, her voice quiet, as though afraid he could hear us.
“Well, he’s not here, is he? I’ve been in this bed for three days, and I’m done sitting around,” I grumbled. Raphael had insisted that I stay put, saying I wasn’t healed, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
If I stayed like this, the palace servants would grow to hate me more. I didn’t want that. I wanted to work, to train, both my body and my wolf. I have not forgotten their faces and I never will until I have my revenge. Also, none of what happened yesterday would have occurred if I was strong.
I pushed myself to stand, my legs wobbled beneath me, and grabbed the bedpost for balance. The pain shot through me, but I refused to stop.
“And where do you think you’re going?” a stern voice said.
I looked up to see Gemma, the intimidating, stern woman who always looked as though she could scare anyone into submission. But after everything I’d been through, I was beyond fear.
“I was just going to stretch,” I said calmly.
She raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. Perhaps people usually cowered in front of her cold, authoritative stare and tone.
“The king ordered you to stay in bed.” she stated, her voice icy.
“I can’t stay in bed forever. I want to stretch my limps, maybe explore the kingdom a little,” I said innocently, batting my blue eyes in an attempt to charm her, a trick that used to work when I was younger.
“That won’t work on me,” she said dismissively, sizing me up.
“Your world is different from mine. You can’t just walk around here; it’s dangerous. You could easily get killed,” she said matter-of-factly.
A shiver ran down my spine. She was right. I didn’t know much about this world, but I’d already witnessed its cruelty at the market. This place could be even darker than mine. It is medieval and archaic.
“If you understand the gravity of your situation, I advise you to lie back and wait until you’ve healed,” Gemma added, her voice tinged with triumph.
“I can’t just lay here every day. I need to work, to earn money.”
“What for? she asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Raphael said I could work and get paid,” I replied, realizing how naive it sounded.
“You can’t be serious,” she said, admonishing me. Her words stung. I had always wanted to work and be paid like everyone else, but back in my pack, that had never happened. I was used until they ended me. I thought Raphael would be different, he had shown me a kindness no one else ever had. But maybe I was wrong.
“I’m the gamma of this kingdom, and the king has entrusted me with your training. Once you’re fit, you’ll begin. But until then, rest.” She turned to leave, then paused to deliver a final blow.
“Remember this isn’t your world. Don’t trust anyone, not even the king.”
She left, her words chilling me to my bone. I collapsed back into the bed, groaning from the forceful impact.
If I couldn’t trust Raphael, who could I trust? Feeling lost, I closed my eyes, retreating into the only place that felt safe, my own thoughts and that's how I fell asleep.
Suddenly, I felt something warm and ticklish between my thighs. Startled, I opened my eyes to find Raphael there, his mouth on my slit, his tongue working as if he couldn’t get enough.
The groan that escaped my lips caught his attention.
“You’re awake. Good,” he murmured.
“Ra… Raphael, what are you doing?” I managed to ask, though the words barely left my mouth.
He didn’t stop. He kept lapping at my slit. The fire in my body raged, and he was the only one who could quench it. I moaned louder, my hips lifting of their own accord to give him more access.
“Stay still, Ava,” he whispered, his breath tickling me. How does he expect me to stay still when all I wanted was for this unbearable heat to stop?
I tangled my fingers in his soft, white hair, urging him on. My body was searching for something only he could give me, though I didn’t fully understand it yet.
And then, just as suddenly, he stopped.
I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he’d stopped. My eyes, I knew were hooded with lust, met his.
“You’re not being a good girl today, my cherry." He said leaving me wanting as he began to disrobe.
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