Chapter 41
Betrayed by Blood~
"You called for me, my king," Carol says, a sultry smile at the corner of her lips as she gently shut the door behind her. Alaric stood by the window, a pipe between his lips, smoke curling through the room. Carol licked her lips as his gaze flickered over her. She had her own agenda, of course, but she was allowed to enjoy herself even while planning.
The king was more of a man than her husband had ever been in all his years of living. Right now, she had the opportunity to be with a real man. A man who knows what to do with his woman.
King Alaric turned around, his eyes narrowed at her, a smug smirk on his lips. "I did," he replied coolly, beckoning her with a stiff finger.
Carol walked towards him, every step laced with seduction, the sway of her hips. She slowly pulled the coat wrapped around her body off, the coat dropping to the ground with a thud. She had made sure to wear her tightest dress, a black see-through dress, her breasts practically spilling out of their hold. The king’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight of her.
Carol smirked, finally standing in front of him. "Yes, my king," she slurred out. She was a master at this, weaving herself into the man’s heart with each breakfast they shared...she made sure to be right there when he went on his walks around the pack. She made sure to be there when he had breakfast, lunch, and even dinner. With how close she’d been with him, his queen had been practically non-existent. Initially, Carol had thought Iris would be an issue, but she was a wimp. A mere coward who couldn’t even fight for what was hers. She let the king slip, and Carol was willing to catch him.
She fluttered her eyelashes at the man, her breath hitching as he gripped her neck, forcing her even closer, the tips of their noses meeting. Alaric grinned, "Are you seducing me, Carol?" he said, his voice thick and hoarse.
Carol huffed out a smile, "Is it working, my king?" she asked.
Alaric gripped her closer, his eyes gleaming with need. "It is working, Carol. It’s working so well," he gritted out before slamming his lips against hers in a rough kiss.
Carol smirked into the kiss, the two of them pressing their bodies against each other, their feet moving until they reached the bed. She pulled back, pressing a finger to the king’s chest and pushed him onto the bed.
"I’m gonna rock your world so bad, my king," Carol whispered before getting on top of him.