Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 112: Fuck it!(18+)

Chapter 112: Fuck it!(18+)

Meanwhile, at the Crest Moon Pack...

Rhys was dragged by three women who had found him through the sprawling palace hallways. They brought him before the queen....a stunning young woman with raven-black curls cascading down her shoulders. Her golden eyes locked onto his the moment he stepped into the grand throne room.

Her gaze lingered, intense and searching, until a smile curved her painted red lips.

"I will marry him," she declared boldly, her voice ringing with regal authority. "Tonight."

Rhys’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!"

Despite his struggles...his grunts, his curses, his attempts to shake free...the palace warriors’ grip remained unyielding. He was powerless against their strength. That very night, under the moon, he was wedded to the queen in a lavish ceremony attended by the entire pack.

After the vows were forcefully exchanged, Rhys was escorted to a chamber. Lush petals from a dozen different flowers coated the marble floors, their fragrances mixing into a dizzying perfume. The walls were draped in rich red and gold, and a canopied bed stood at the center, covered in silks.

Outside, the joyous howls of werewolves celebrating echoed across the palace grounds. Music played, laughter rose and the tantalizing aroma of roasted meat and sweet wine drifted through the air.

Yet inside the room, Rhys sat on the edge of the bed, frozen in place.

"Just who am I?" he whispered to himself, pacing anxiously. "What’s my name? Why... why can’t I remember anything?!"

He clutched his head with both hands, squeezing as if he could force the memories to return. When nothing came, he stumbled toward a marble pillar, ready to strike his head in desperation....

The chamber doors swung open with a loud bang.

Startled, Rhys turned around swiftly. Standing in the doorway was the queen, still dressed in her white wedding gown, her lips painted deep red accompanied with heavy makeup. Her beauty was undeniable, but to Rhys, it was laced with danger.

Two maidens followed silently behind her. Without a word, they stepped forward and began unfastening her gown. Layer by layer, fabric fell away, revealing flawless pale skin. Rhys’s breath caught in his throat as he watched in shock, unable to look away.

Once the queen stood fully naked before him, her servants bowed and silently exited the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Are you alright?" her voice was soft but commanding, echoing through the chamber.

Rhys took a step back, his gaze still locked on her. "You... what are you doing?"

She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward him, hips swaying, her eyes burning with desire. She reached him in seconds, and with a single finger, she pushed against his chest. He stumbled back and landed on the bed with a surprised grunt.

"We’re married now," she said, climbing on top of him. "So don’t even think about running away."

"You married me forcefully!" Rhys barked, trying to sit up but failing. "You don’t even know who I am....I don’t even know who I am! Are you insane?"

"I don’t care," the queen replied with a sultry smile. "I don’t need to know who you were. From now on, you belong to me. I’ll give you a new identity."

She leaned in closer, her bare breasts brushing his chest. "My name is Rina," she added, cupping her full breasts in her hands, squeezing them as her red-tipped nipples stood stiff from the chill.

"I don’t care what your name is," Rhys snapped, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and helpless confusion. "Get off me."

"Oh?" Rina smirked, her tone playful. "Still acting defiant? You’ll come around."

Without warning, she pressed her lips to his. Rhys jerked his head back and bit her lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

She recoiled with a gasp, her eyes flashing. "Do you really want me to use force?"

Rhys glared up at her. "Getting married to me is one thing, but I will never consummate this marriage. I don’t care who you think you are!"

"You will," she said, voice low and threatening now. "You were brought to me for a reason. It is your duty to plant heirs in me. That’s the only reason you’re still breathing."

Rhys attempted to push her off him, but she grabbed both of his wrists and slammed them against the bed, pinning him beneath her. Her strength was unnatural...inhuman and he felt truly powerless for the first time.

"You love playing hard to get, don’t you?" Rina teased, her tongue trailing slowly over her lips. "But your body’s already betraying you."

She let go of one hand and slid her fingers down his trousers. With one swift movement, she unfastened them and pulled them open. Rhys flinched as she gripped his already stiffened erection, stroking it slowly.

"You see?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You say no, but your body says otherwise."

"I.. damn it..." Rhys grunted, twisting beneath her.

"You want this," she said with a wicked grin.

Before he could respond, she dipped her head down and took him into her mouth. The warm, wet suction overwhelmed him. His body arched despite himself, his mind clouded by the rush of sensation.

"F-fuck it...!" he groaned, biting down hard on his lower lip to stop himself from making another sound.

Pleasure coursed through him but his heart raged with resistance.

Her warm tongue worked its magic with practiced skill, making it harder and harder for Rhys to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through him.

Just as he gritted his teeth, trying not to surrender to the waves crashing over him, she moved her body with feline grace. With a playful smirk, she crawled up the bed and positioned herself so that her bare, glistening heat hovered just above his face.

"Lick me," she purred, voice husky and commanding. "Worship your queen’s sacred enclave."

Before Rhys could speak, she lowered herself slowly, her wet core pressing against his lips. The intoxicating scent of her arousal invaded his senses. For a moment, he hesitated....then instinct took over. His tongue flicked against her folds, seeking her swollen bud and drawing out a loud moan from her lips.

"Oh yes... Just like that," Rina gasped, arching her back as her hips rocked against his mouth. "You do have the tongue of a royal."

She resumed her focus on his throbbing erection, sucking him with deliberate strokes. The room was alive with raw heat...the rustle of sheets, the soft creak of the bed, the soft gasps and building groans.

Rhys groaned against her, the pressure building inside him too great to hold back.

Without warning, he released into her mouth, his body shuddering beneath her. Rina swallowed eagerly, her red-painted lips curling into a mischievous grin as she pulled back, licking the corner of her mouth.

"Mm... You’re definitely human," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Did you think I’d be fooled by that lingering werewolf scent on your skin? That illusion faded the moment you touched me with that tongue."

Her eyes gleamed with possession as she gazed down at him. "But I don’t mind. In fact, I find it... thrilling. You’re mine now. My precious human. My personal treasure."

Rhys tried to catch his breath, blinking up at her in a daze, but she wasn’t done yet. Still straddling his face, she rose and turned around. With slow, deliberate movements, she lowered herself onto his waiting shaft. Her walls welcomed him eagerly, wet and hot, wrapping around him.

A guttural moan escaped Rhys’s throat, and he gripped the sheets beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation. Rina threw her head back, her raven curls cascading over her shoulders as she began to move, riding him with confidence and dominance.

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Meanwhile, in the Wind Whisper Pack...

Anaya sat outside her chambers on a cushioned bench beneath the open sky, letting the evening breeze caress her pale skin. The pain of her decision still echoed through her mind.

Despite her defiance....despite hsving her locket save Rhys and send him away....her parents had forgiven her but then they had ordered his portrait to be placed all across the kingdom, declaring that if he still lived, he was to return and marry their daughter.

Anaya’s loyal maid, Kira, stood beside her, gently fanning her with care. The night was still and peaceful...until a sudden jolt of pain struck Anaya’s chest, her hand flying to her heart.

"Your Highness?" Kira’s voice rose with concern. "Are you alright? Should I take you inside?"

Realizing that Anaya could neither speak nor hear, Kira quickly traced the question onto the princess’s palm with trembling fingers. Anaya shook her head weakly, signaling her refusal.

But the pain struck again.....sharper, deeper. Anaya doubled over, tears spilling from her eyes as she clutched her chest in agony.

"That’s it! We’re going in now!" Kira declared, throwing aside the fan and wrapping an arm around Anaya’s trembling form.

Just as they began to rise, another surge of pain shot through Anaya’s chest. Her body shuddered....and without warning, she coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips and staining the soft grass beneath her.

"Your Highness!" Kira shrieked in horror, dropping to her knees beside the collapsing princess. "Somebody, please! Call the healer! The princess needs help!"