Betrayal

"I haven't seen you in a long time, baby brother." He said. "If you hadn't been disowned, you would've had to see me every day." Myles also said.

"Your brother Achilles never liked me."

"I know, and I don't like his new woman either. She gets on a nerve no one ever dared to." Myles banged his fist of the wooden table.

"What did she do exactly to piss you off so much. I know her, and she's a delight." Loukâs asked.

Myles looked at him for a second or two before he spoke again. "I don't -"

"Lemme guess," Loukâs spoke over him. "You just don't like that your brother likes her." He said.

"Yes, it's exactly that. She never wronged me, but I hate the likes of her. She's an even bigger threat now that Helix got his nasty paws on her." Loukâs didn't look surprised. Did he already know?

"You don't look shocked," Myles pointed out. "Do you want me to?"

"Well... no." "Good. I'm not shocked, but I am surprised why you're here. " Loukâs put one of his legs over the other and leaned back in his chair.

"I want to be King. I want... I want him dead."

"That's a very serious thing you want, my brother." Loukâs looked amused.

"Can you help me?" Myles asked. "Of course. I despise the man more than Lycans, but why do you want him dead?"

"I don't despise him. I love him, but with him around, I can't have what I want, so a sacrifice has to be made."

"I admire that. However , your brother has a lot of enemies. A lot of people want him dead like the lycans, so let's let them do all the work for us."

"That's absolutely genius!" Myles exclaimed. Loukâs laughed at his reaction, and Myles laughed with him.

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Walking at a rigorous pace, Achilles made his way out of his father's study. Zale followed right behind him, calling out to him.

"Achilles! Achilles, stop!" But he didn't listen and kept walking. Zale then grabbed onto his shoulder and made him turn. He looked angry.

"What!" He shouted. "You can't yield the throne to your younger brother," Zale shouted back. "I just did." Achilles turned around, but Zale stopped him again.

"So you're going to throw it all away? Throw everything you ever worked for away for what? Some human girl?"

"That human girl you speak of is suffering all because I wanted a piece of her. She's suffering because I couldn't keep my cock in my leather pants and just had to fuck her in the open. She's suffering because I laid my hands on her so yes, I'm going to throw it all away for her, because she deserves that much and I love her."

One could hear the pain in his voice.

"What happened wasn't your fault. There was no way you could have known." Zale responded. "It was my fault! If the Alpha didn't see me with her, he wouldn't have hurt her."

"Let's just say it was your fault. Marrying her would not solve anything and yielding the throne would certainly only make you and her a vulnerable target," Zale tried to talk some sense into Achilles. "I don't trust Myles to be a good and just king. The throne is yours by law and birth right, and yielding it to your idiot brother is going to put the kingdom at risk."

"I can't do it all, Zale," Achilles cried out. "I'm exhausted. I let you down and let the whole kingdom down."

"No, your grace!" Zale went down on one knee and drew his sword. He planted it into the floor and bowed his head. "What are you doing? I asked you never to do that." Achilles let out.

"Let me, my king. I swore to the gods that I'd protect you and serve you and I plan on keeping my word."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" Achilles scoffed. "You promised me that you'd make me hand of the king."

"Oh, so this is about you not being able to be hand." Zale looked up at him. He saw the discontent in his eyes.

"No, of course not, but advising you is a part of being hand of the king, and so I beg you, Achilles, please reconsider. "

Achilles turned around and walked away.

"If you want to be hand of the king so bad, I'll speak to my brother about it. You'll be his hand when he becomes king." Zale sighed and watched Achilles disappear in the distance.

Achilles went back to his room to take a nap. He needed it after all.

When he entered his room, he saw that the bed was empty. He panicked, but he was immediately put to ease when he felt her hug him from behind.

He smiled, touching her hands around his waist. He turned around and looked at her.

"Did you have a nice bath?" He asked. "Yes, but I was wishing you were with me." She smirked as she stroked his chest with her fingers. His smile disappeared almost too quickly. He took hold of her hands and lowered them from his chest.

She noticed his change in aura.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?" She inquired, a bit worrisome.

"No. I just need you to put clothes on. It's getting cold." He said. "But it's the middle of summer." She said too.

"Not in Jurry Island." He added and sat on the bed.

She frowned her face and stared at him. She took off her robe and stood naked once again in front of him. He looked at her.

"What are you doing, Kristen?" He asked. He didn't look ecstatic like last time. "Do you not like this anymore?" She questioned. "Have you grown tired of me?"

"No," he stood up and approached her. "Quiet the opposite, my lady."

"Then show me." She demanded. "I can't. Not right now, at least." He turned away. "Why not?"

He didn't have the strength to tell her. He felt too ashamed to admit it to her. He let it happen in his presence, and it hurt him to say it.

"Look at me, Achil!" She raised her voice. He slowly turned to look at her. "Make love to me like you used to." She commanded him. She took his left hand and put it on her breast and the other between her legs.

"Show me that you want me, my king." She said.

He then inserted his finger into her pussy making her gasp in pleasure. He grabbed her face and captured her lips like he had been hungry for them. He carried her with one hand while the other still penetrated her. He laid her onto his bed and took off his clothes. He slipped on a condom this time before inserting his cock into her wet pussy. Soon, the room was filled with moans and grunts.

Myles stood at the door and listened to every moan Kristen let out.