7

King Valdo

As I strode towards the meeting room in the grand castle, a security officer accompanied me, ensuring my safety. Waiting for me inside were Derek and Garrett, both seeming guilty and afraid, aware of the consequences of their actions towards Pink. Their faces betrayed remorse, and I was determined to address their behavior firmly.

It disturbed me greatly to learn how they had treated Pink, my beloved mate, forcing her into servitude without showing an ounce of compassion. While their disregard for her as their princess did not affect me personally, the fact that they had exploited her in a sexual manner was abhorrent and crossed a line that could not be ignored.

As the ruler of all werewolves and a man of wisdom, I had no intention of acting impulsively or impulsively starting a war. I possessed the power to individually punish each person involved, yet I knew that it was important to maintain peace in the kingdom, especially in memory of the late King Valdo.

While I harbored anger towards Derek and Garrett, I ultimately decided to extend forgiveness, but on my own terms and in the way that felt most comfortable to me. This was a difficult choice, for I could sense the rising adrenaline in Derek, and an undercurrent of anger towards me. Little did I know, Derek harbored his own desires for Pink, intensifying the tension between us.

I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the situation. Pink was meant to be mine, and I would not allow anyone to lay a harmful hand on her. The moment I first laid eyes on her, before I even saw her clear face, covered in mud and darkness, an irreversible connection formed in my heart. Her closed eyes gave the illusion of sleep, and the scent of her enveloped me, igniting a deep and undeniable love within me.

With determination in my step, I moved forward, solidifying my position as the protector of Pink and the enforcer of justice. The room filled with a palpable mix of tension and anticipation, as the path towards a resolution began to unfold.

I motioned for Derek to take a seat, but instead, I raised my hand, halting him in his tracks. “Not so fast,” I said sternly. With a snap of my fingers, I took my place at the head of the table, my expression cool and composed.

Derek’s unease was palpable, and a hushed silence fell over the room as everyone awaited my next move.

I couldn’t resist a slight smirk as I continued, my voice laced with authority. “You may be the alpha dog in that posse you call a kingdom, but let me remind you, I am the most powerful werewolf in the world. Do you truly understand the weight of that statement?” I questioned him, my tone cutting through the air.

Derek nodded, his eyes filled with trepidation. “Yes, Your Majesty. You are the most powerful of all the kings in the world,” he replied, his voice betraying a hint of fear.

A wicked laugh escaped my lips as I leaned back in my chair. “Oh no, my friend. That only scratches the surface. Being the most powerful means I am unrivaled, a force that could crush your skull with a mere flick of my wrist,” I declared, my voice booming through the room as I locked eyes with him, my gaze filled with murderous intent.

Derek stumbled backward, well aware that none of them had anticipated the level of intensity that now emanated from me. “I-I understand,” he stammered, his voice laced with fear. The realization sinking in that their actions towards my child had consequences, dark and relentless.

Snapping my fingers sharply to regain their attention, I took a deep breath and calmed myself. “Now that we’re all here,” I began, my voice firm yet controlled. “Let me share the good news. In that kingdom, I have found my soul mate. A princess adorned in pink, a child of royal adoption,” I announced, my voice softening as a faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

Suddenly, Garett’s exclamation startled everyone in the room. “She’s my younger sister!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and a touch of pride. “You have shown both her and us respect by choosing her to be your mate. I bow to Your Majesty.”

I suppressed a chuckle, unable to resist a bit of sarcasm. “Oh, so now she’s your sister?” I retorted, a playful glint in my eyes. “After all the humiliation and mistreatment she endured at your hands, you suddenly claim a familial bond? How generous of you, Garett. Kicking her, forcing her to sleep on the kitchen floor, and treating her like a lowly maid. Truly remarkable.”

Their worried glances exchanged with one another confirmed that they were indeed wondering how I had come to know about their actions. With a mischievous smile, I continued, “As I mentioned before, I possess the ability to read the past and fears. I have delved into each of your lives, and I am quite aware of the torment you inflicted upon her. But fear not, for I had every intention of offering forgiveness to each and every one of you.”

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, a clear sign that my words had mollified them. However, I quickly raised a finger, indicating there was a condition to my forgiveness.

Derek and Garett’s eyes widened in anticipation, their minds racing to comprehend what I would request. My raised eyebrow conveyed my intention: “Ask her for forgiveness. Kneel at her feet. Let this animosity be put to rest,” I stated simply, allowing the weight of my demand to settle over them.

The ministers reacted hastily, dropping to their knees before me as they replied with a resounding, “Sure, your highness!” Their plea for forgiveness intertwined with their promise to treat our future Alpha king with the same courtesy.

Nodding thoughtfully, I rubbed the side of my chin, deep in contemplation. Finally, I turned my gaze back to Derek and Garett, my expression piercing. “So, I haven’t heard your responses yet!” I exclaimed, awaiting their humble submissions.

Garett, showing reverence for my authority, bowed his head and replied, “Sure, your highness. She is destined to become my queen.”

But Derek’s face remained hardened with anger and defiance. Determined, I stepped closer to him, my voice laced with authority. “Derek, you must acknowledge that she is meant to be my Luna. This is not about possessing her, but rather, respecting the bond that fate has chosen for us. Do you truly desire her happiness, or are you driven solely by your own desires?”

Derek’s silence spoke volumes, his reluctance to submit evident in his stance. Frustrated with his resistance, I issued a command without hesitation. “Kneel, Derek,” I demanded firmly, my voice leaving no room for negotiation.

With a groan, Derek begrudgingly dropped to his knees. The weight of his defiance lingered in the air, a palpable tension that needed to be addressed. I pressed on, leaning down and meeting his eyes with a determined gaze. “It is time for you and Garett to atone for your actions against her. You have both betrayed her trust, and it is my duty to ensure justice is served.”

The mention of justice sent a shiver down Garett’s spine, causing him to tremble. Before he could interject, I silenced him with a stern glance. “Garett, hold your tongue. The extent of my knowledge surpasses your imagination. However, I am willing to offer you both a chance at redemption. If you accept the consequences of your actions, I will put this matter to rest.”

Interrupting my thoughts, Derek spoke up with a hint of defiance. “And if we refuse?” he challenged, his eyes narrowing.

In response, I clenched my fists, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “If you dare to refuse, Derek, I will expose your deeds to the entire pack. You will face the consequences of your actions, including the loss of your position as pack king,” I warned, my voice steely and unwavering.

I longed to deliver a physical blow to Derek’s arrogance, to humble him and force him to acknowledge his wrongdoing in front of Pinky. But I knew that true change could only come from within. With a composed demeanor, I continued, “So, Derek, what is your final decision? Will you accept the disciplinary measures and seek redemption?”

Derek swallowed audibly, his resistance slowly melting away. “I... I accept, Your Majesty,” he finally admitted, the weight of his words settling upon him.

Satisfied with his submission, I softened my demeanor, extending an olive branch. “If that is the case, Derek, then accompany me to a private room. We shall address the matter there with the utmost privacy and respect. Do you understand?” I said, my voice holding a tone of understanding and empathy, hoping to guide him towards growth and change.

He nodded, indicating that he would stand, and Garett quietly followed behind us. While they appeared terrified, I had no intention of showing any leniency.

I called out to my guards, summoning them into Derek’s room so that we could all be together. With a thud, I closed the door behind us.

Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, I spoke with authority, “Now, Derek and Garett, step into the middle and kneel down.” My words were blunt and to the point.

Hesitant, they complied, understanding the consequences of defiance. They knew of my immense power and the fact that I held the power to end their lives at any moment.

Addressing the guards, I spoke firmly, while still respecting their autonomy, “Now, guards, if anyone wants to release themselves, feel free to remove your pants.” I had confidence in my bodyguards’ loyalty and love for me. Their unwavering dedication meant I didn’t need to provide explicit instructions; they would fulfill my every wish.

And indeed, even those who identified as completely straight complied.

In front of Derek and Garett’s faces, more than five exposed phalluses loomed. “Good,” said the speaker, “Now, Derek and Garett, pleasure and satisfy all of them until they reach their climax. Make sure to consume every drop.” I spoke coldly.

Derek wanted to voice his disagreement, but he knew better than to defy me. Why would he? I am their king.

Rising to my feet, a surge of anger propelled me to smack Derek across the face with the full force of my strength. I shouted, “I swear to God! If you fail to do as instructed, I’ll have them punish you right now!”

And with that, everything unfolded as I had planned. Derek and Garett diligently sucked and licked, while my men, engaging in their own heightened excitement, reached climax, releasing themselves into Derek and Garrett’s throats.

After an hour passed, we finally finished. It was hard not to notice the tears streaming down Garett’s cheeks, a clear sign of the discomfort and distress he must have been feeling. Derek, on the other hand, seemed to be growing more hostile towards me with each passing moment. Perhaps, deep down, he was reflecting on the pain he had caused Pink, the person he cared about most. Maybe he was beginning to feel remorse for his actions.

Fuck! Love?!

I couldn’t help but give in to my curiosity, unable to hold back any longer. Before leaving, I turned to Derek and asked, “Do you love Pink? I mean, the kind of love between a man and a woman?” It was a question that caught him off guard, and I hoped to see his true feelings revealed.

But he didn’t respond. It was only now, as I left the room and my men followed suit, that I realized he hadn’t answered. His silence spoke volumes.

As we stepped out, the remaining members of our group were already waiting for us. My thoughts immediately shifted to Pink. I needed to get back to her, my buddy, my partner. She was the one I truly loved, and my only desire was to sweep her off her feet, bring her to my fortress, and start a new life with her.

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