Unwanted feelings

Princess Danika lay on her queen-size bed, she was silently crying while her tears dabbed on the pillow —she has been locked up all day in her room.

She was deeply hurt as she blamed herself for hurting Jeffery, she was only trying to help him and not cause any harm to him.

"I'm sorry," Danika grimly mutters, images of Jeffery cramming her head. But when she recalls how his erection was burned, she couldn't help but sob ruefully.

At that moment, a knock came on the door and the door was opened from the outside. Princess Danika didn't bother to lift her head or make a move.

She was in a deep trance in her very world.

"Sister!" Prince William called, running quickly to the bed as he hugs her body on the bed.

Princess Danika struggles to sit her butt on the bed, she seems to be shocked to see him in the room.

"How did you get in?" She asked, meanwhile, prince William was busily wiping off the tears on her face.

"The queen ungrounded you," said Lady Macbeth who stood in the middle of the room.

"Huh?" Princess Danika sniffed at her disclosure, the didn't expect her sister to let go so soon. "....what about Jeffery? Is he fine? Is he alright?" She asked.

"He is fine, don't worry," prince William says, he watched his sister sigh intensely as she collapses flatly on the bed again.

"Thank the creators!" princess Danika sighed for the umpteenth time.

"I will go get the princess's lunch ready," Lady Macbeth announces, and then, she scoots out of the room.

"Danika, we need to stop sister before she gets out of control. I can no bear to see all this wickedness to be continuously laid out by her," prince William says with a pale face. "....Isle wasn't like this, she wasn't like this after her husband was dead. She's clouded by the venom of revenge, and anger," he added forthwith.

"There's nothing we can do, William. Isle can't be stopped, she won't be stopping either anytime soon. Her heart darkened, and her eyes are blinded by bitterness," princess Danika says, sitting up on her butt again.

The room became silent afterward, princess Danika was fidgeting with her fingers, and prince William was simply staring at her fiddling fingers when they heard a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" Prince William asked, staring at the door

Penelope enters the room, her face was barren but one could see anger through her eyes.

"And what are you doing here?" Princess Danika asked, sailing out of the bed as she strode closer to Penelope.

"I have come here to warn you to stay away from Jeffery, he is mine and mine alone to have," Penelope boldly said to princess Danika, her eyes glowering wickedly at her.

"Oh? And what right do you have to tell me who to stay away from, huh?!" princess Danika fires at her.

The eyes of Prince Williams widen as he watches the two women, flaring against each other —what a spectacle to behold at the moment!

"I know I have no right, my princess. But I still have to say it, Jeffery belongs to me and one else!" Penelope maliciously declared, and then, she walks out of the room.

"Bitch!" Princess Danika sulked, staring at the space as she tightened her fists.

"Wow! That was interesting. So, you both are fighting over that slave, huh?" Prince William snickered.

"Hey! Watch your mouth! I can't be fighting that bitch of slave over a man," princess Danika says, rolling her eyes pridefully as the royalty she was.

"Hm, I see," prince William chuckled, struggling to bite back her laughter while prince Danika was meanly grimacing at him.

"That bitch, she threatened me, huh? I will surely make her pay, no one can possess Jeffery except me!" She mutters, devilishly thinking about a plan.

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Penelope seethes back to the dungeon, she felt fulfilled after confronting the princess. For a long time, she had known that Danika has always had a thing for Jeffery.

"That whore, after everything her family caused us and she wants to take away my love, never!" Penelope pledged, tightening her both fists.

"This is just the onset, I will make sure I rip her life just the way I'm gonna rip the life of her sister, Isle!" She viciously vowed, walking into the dungeon and she found Noah alone laying on the floor.

"Hey, you are back," Noah mumbles, snapping his eyes slowly open as he battles to sit on his butt.

"I'm not hey, Noah. Don't forget I was once alpha Jeffery's mistress," Penelope snaps, sitting beside him. "....where is the alpha? I haven't seen him all day after he left with that old swine," Penelope told, staring around the dungeon.

"Why are you calling lady Macbeth a swine, that woman is so much nice," Noah said, he was displeased by the way she spoke.

"I asked a question, Noah. Where is the alpha king?!" Penelope yells at him, ignoring his hardened scowling face.

"Well, the queen summoned his presence at her chamber," Noah replied, he slightly moved away when he saw how fuming Penelope was.

"What! Why!" Penelope growls, and she sprang up to her feet and storms out of the dungeon.

"Penelope!" Noah called, he promptly stood up and runs after her, trying to stop her.

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"Fuck me!" Queen Isle murmurs to the face of the man she loathes, drunkenly.

Jeffery stood as he gazed steely at the face of the queen, he watch her fling her arms around him, hugging him tightly to herself.

"I will never make love to you," he finally whispers to her ear, battling himself to resist her bare nude against his bare skin.

Their skins touching jointly was like electrifying glints bridging together, but the two burning hearts were against the intensifying sparkle.

"How dare you!" Queen Isle pulled shakily away from him. "....how dare you to say no to the request will of the queen!" She yelled, slapping him continuously.

Jeffery made no groan or grunt, he silently watched her rain her hostile upon him —he was bitter as well, but he never let that anger cloud his body at the moment.

"I hate you! I can kill you right now If I want to!" Queen Isle growls, she was extremely intoxicated from the wine she drank with beta Kappa at the throne hall.

Tomorrow was gonna be the significant day, a war with the Vampire kingdom —she had thought of having a great relaxation and pastime before then.

"I have a war to encounter tomorrow, and right now I need something to make me go gag-gag!" She sing-song, moving closer to him again.

"A war?" The word inwardly crossed Jeffery's mind. "...what war is she talking about? Or could it be she found out about Maddox's plans?" He deeply thought curiously in his mind.

"Fuck me, my alpha slave. Come on, make me scream all night long!" She laughs cheekily, placing her palm on the mark on his chest. "....do you that somehow, it seems as if I have seen this mark somewhere," she tells, staring down at the mark.

Jeffery quickly took a step backward. "She knows about the mark?!" He inwardly mutters, he was startled for a moment.

Queen Isle roughly pulled him close to herself, their heavy breathing flapping their faces and their nose practically touching.

"Do as I say, f*ck me or your niece dies!" She threatens, her drunken eyes glaring at him as she grabs his arm, pulling him towards the bed.

Jeffery fisted his hand as he reluctantly heeds to her calling, nothing must happen to Noah —not after what happened to his wife and unborn child which he was barely healing from.

"F*ck me harder, I wanna scream as if I'm being possessed by you, my alpha slave!" Queen Isle chuckles, falling on the bed as she pulled him closer to herself.

Jeffery slumps on her, his large body covering hers on the bed as his face stiffened at hers —he doesn't want to do this, he doesn't want to fulfill her wish. But at the same time, he doesn't want anything to happen to his niece.

"Get one with it!" Queen Isle shrugs at him, the effect of the drink she has was taking a great impact on her. ".... I believe I can fly! I believe I can fly!!" She giggles, hugging his shoulders tightly.

Jeffery was immobile to her moves, he wanted nothing more than to leave this room at the moment —he irritates him, he hates her and he despises her a lot.

"Slave! Get on with it or do you want to see me in action, huh? I am queen Isle of Denmark, my word is the law and my voice is everyone's command, you worthless swine!" She yells at his face, vigorously shooting his shoulders.

Queen Isle was hostile, she mightily flipped him off and mounted on him as she spread her bare body on his. Forcefully, she tore his clothes and grabs his erection.

"Argh!" Jeffery hissed in pain, his hands jerked the arms of the lady on him —he was barely healing from his wounds down there.

Jeffrey felt the unbearable in-between his legs, he didn't know what he was doing at the moment but he flipped Queen Isle this time and ascended on her.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Queen Isle screams, she was taking the lead from her slave but the bastard of a slave was overstepping his limits.

"You want to get fucked, huh?! Fine then, I will give it to you!" He growls at her face, and then, without a forewarn and not minding his pains, he thrust into her.

"Argh!!" They both howled at the same time, they both were having a fold of their pains and throbs.

Jeffery was relentless, he took domination on her.

He thrust into her opening to the brink and the brim, he either took a break on the woman underneath him or made a groan —her screams flee past his ears, and the bed squealed according to his motions on her.

Hades!

"Stop!" Queen Isle orders, she was defenseless and fragile to him at the moment, she tries to push him off but it was impossible.

Her arms wrap around his arms but he plunges back to the bed, she attempts to overcome the pain burning in her opening but it was difficult. She tries to let out an order to this man on her, but her lips were too weak to speak to him.

The hell!

Jeffery drills his erection deeper into her, on, on, on, and on. He was violent, he was fierce toward her, and he was spilling his resentment and bitterness on her. He wasn't relenting, he wanted to make her feel the pains that she create in him —it felt as if he wasn't doing enough.

And all through the long night, the alpha slave drills his master

—he never gave her the room to loosen up, or to unwind herself, he's wished to see her feel what he felt in his wounded heart.