The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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Caleb is absolutely furious. He has a mind to wake this wench up just so she can feel the pleasure he was set to bestow upon her. Does she realize how she insults his gifts?

Yet as he reaches forward to shake her, something in her face stills his hand. He is used to seeing her face twisted in pain or fear or lifted in defiance. Never has he seen her look... peaceful.

It shocks him. What does she have to feel peaceful about, when his dick is still rock hard? He was to give her pleasure, and now she leaves him wanting? He is the King. He wants for nothing! Yet, even in his fury and rage, he cannot bring himself to startle her into wakefulness.

It's probably because she almost died. Yes. That is why he is feeling this way. Her body is weak from the poison, and he already laid claim to her once today.

He'd driven her to the edge. Her body simple gave

How troublesome. He would have to speak to her handmaiden and make certain she is being fed enough. Being given enough water and care.

way that he wants to, with his dick and his hands and his mouth. When she is

She must feel better if he is to torture her the w hooked on the feel of him, he will deny her.

He will ask, Where is our child? And she will answer.

Finally.

For now, he will leave her to her rest. Her peaceful slumber is one of ignorance. The world is cruel all around her while she sleeps. But for now, he will allow it.

He will not always be this generous.

In fact, he is usually not.

He leaves the room before he can reflect on why that might be.

I'm confused when I wake up in the still of my bedroom, alone, with my clothes still on. My last thought was of Caleb turning me onto my back and pressing me down into the mattress. Then... nothing-

Did I fall asleep?

Checking myself over, I don't appear to be harmed. No new bruises or marks. I don't feel as though I've been taken in my sleep.

But how can that be?

No way the King just let me lie here undisturbed. Did he even get off?

I sit there on the bed, partially amazed but mostly confused as Bethany comes into the room. She's carrying a silver tray with what appears to be breakfast on it.

When she sees me awake, she immediately brightens. "Ah, good morning, mistress. King Caleb ordered me not to wake you. I was worried this breakfast might go to waste as your dinner had. "King Caleb told you not to wake me?"

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"Yes," Bethany replies. She bitings the tray closer, then lowers it onto the edge of the bed. On it are a collection of fruits, as well as some yogurt, and a bit of oatmeal.

"Did he tell you why?" I ask.

"No, I'm afraid not. Would you like some coffee, mistress?"

"Please," I tell her. As she pours me a mug, I ask, "Did you already eat, Bethany?"

"Ves, mistress, I eat in the early morning hours before 1 attend to my duties."

"Well... if you wouldn't mind. I'd much rather we eat our breakfast together. If that's alright."

She nearly drops the mug as she lowers it down onto the small table beside my bed. The table is big enough for two people. It would be the perfect breakfast nook for two friends.

"If that's what you wish, mistress.."

"It is," I tell her. "And Bethany, I must insist you call me Harper

For the rest of the day, Bethany tends to me. As tonight is the night I am to be presented as a member of Caleb's harem, I need to look the part. I'm given a vigorous bath, then rubbed down with oils and spritzed perfumes. My skin is glowin hair is conditioned so finely that it feels silky smooth.

my

Then, abruptly, Bethany insists that I take a nap. "King's orders, she says. "He wants you well rested for tonight."

After the debacle last night, I suppose I can understand why.

"Fine." I grumble.

Blessedly, I do drift off to sleep rather quickly, and when I wake up again, I feel rested and refreshed.

Perhaps the nap wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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While the beauticians and makeup artists enter my rooms to lead to me, we leave the door to hallway. Since assistants are fluttering around so quickly, it seems an absolute nuisance to keep that door closed, just to hear it open and shut again and again.

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chambers open

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It's more convenient for the workers, as well, which is mainly why I insist on it, and why I continue to allow it even as the other harem members begin gathering once more in the hallway outside of my room.

I feel like a circus side-show. Everyone come and look your fill.

The three girls from yesterday are there, still bickering amongst each other, as well as a few others. But it's the one quiet one who catches my attention. She's taller than the rest, a red-headed vixen with sharp cat-eyeliner and cold blue eyes. She's gorgeous and elegant in how she carries herself. With her hair in a tight up-do and her gown draping and long, she looks like a film actress out of the silent movie era.

The other girls seem to give her reverence. I wonder if she has become the new

ite in Veronica's absence

My own hair, they decide to leave down, in long loose curls, after threading strings of diamonds in and around a few strands. It's not overly obvious, but does make my hair seem to sparkle under the light.

The blue gown fits like a dream, with a deep V-neck in the front and a high slit up the thigh. The sleeves are cut at the wrist. Along lacy train comes from the back of the dress, all the way down to the floor. When I look in the mirror, I feel like a princess, I hold my arms out, presenting myself to Bethany.

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"It looks wonderful, she says

"Thank you," I tell her, then turn toward the door.

The women there look at me with looks of varying levels of disgust and envy.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Only the redhead keeps her expression perfectly calm.

"Let's go, Bethany," I say. She is to walk with me to the entryway where I am to be presented. Quickly she falls into step beside me.

At the entrance to my doorway. I speak loudly, "Please stand aside."

No one moves.

The redhead stares at me. They all do.

Then the redhead smirks. "Don't we have a party to get to? We better be on

our way."

At once, the other women start to file out, diverting to the redhead's judgement.

When all of the girls have gone on but the red head and me, one of the girls stops and looks back.

"Are you coming, Madeline?"

Madeline, the redhead, gestures for me to go first.

This must be some kind of weird power trip, but I really don't want to waste time trying to figure it out so I start on ahead.

Three steps into the hallway, I'm jolted backwards and hear a loud tear. Turning, I see Madeline's foot on my train, which has now ripped cleanly from my dress.

"How clumsy of you," Madeline says, her eyes sharp. "You caught your dress on a nail. You should really be more careful." p with the other woman, and continues down the hallway, not once looking With that, Madeline steps around me, meets up back.

"Your train..." Bethany says. She picks up the pieces. "It's ruined."

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