Phoebe’s POV
They had countless tasks ahead with zero ti for delays, making their swift departure essential.
"Quit gawking like that—it’s unseemly," Dominic cautioned her. That yearning expression was all too familiar to him.
"Forgive , I never intended..." Patricia instantly dropped her gaze, looking away from the king’s back. She returned a short while later to swap out the al, but when she entered, I was still asleep, though soone had already dressed in my nightgown. It seed Perry had taken care of that.
So ti passed before I finally began to wake. Patricia rushed to my side, helping sit upright.
"Are you alright, my queen?" Patricia fluffed the pillows behind before offering a glass of water.
"I’m fine," I responded glumly, my body still aching from everything Perry had done throughout the night. He hadn’t stopped until sunrise painted the horizon. "Where’s the king?"
"I’m not certain, but I believe he’s eting with the gamma again."
I felt foolish asking Patricia about Perry’s whereabouts. "Alright. Can you help to the bathroom?" Nature was calling.
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Timothy waited for Harlow at their usual eting spot. The little girl arrived precisely on ti, giggling as she spotted him and wrapping him in a warm hug.
"Here’s your at, your candy, and your trinkets." Timothy retrieved everything from his pockets, handing each item to Harlow. "Happy now?"
"So happy! Thank you!" Harlow embraced him once more, though her expression quickly turned somber. "But mommy won’t eat the at. I offered it to her, but she claid she wasn’t hungry."
The previous day, Harlow had consud only half her portion, saving the rest for her mother. Timothy had offered to procure additional at for Jude, but the child had declined.
"Why not?" Timothy’s brow creased. So Jude hadn’t eaten?
"Mommy insisted I should have the at instead. She said she wasn’t hungry and didn’t like it." Harlow’s sadness deepened.
Naturally, Timothy saw through this lie. He understood exactly why Jude refused the at. "Did you tell her where you got it?"
"Yes." Harlow nodded. "I said exactly what you told —that the queen gave the at."
Timothy preferred to keep these secret etings under wraps for now.
Before their conversation could continue, however, a warrior approached with a report...
Despite everything, they remained at the pack the following day, their departure delayed by an extended period. Both Phoebe and Timothy couldn’t have been more thrilled by this decision.
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Phoebe’s POV
"Please... I can’t handle any more..." I gasped raggedly, feeling Perry buried completely within .
I’d lost track of how many tis he’d pushed over the edge. My head spun with exhaustion, yet Perry showed no signs of satisfaction.
"No, love... you need to pay for what you’ve put through." Perry bit down on his mark, sending violent shivers through my entire being. The intensity overwheld , and when I shattered apart, it felt like my soul abandoned my body entirely.
The sensation lingered for a while before Perry found his own release inside . His warmth and essence filled completely.
"Timothy asked the sa question," I whispered weakly, glancing at Perry over my shoulder as we both collapsed onto the bed.
Perry braced himself on his elbows to avoid crushing with his weight.
I actually loved this—feeling safe and heated with him so close. I enjoyed our passionate encounters, but I desperately needed rest. He’d taken multiple tis already, and given his preference, we’d continue all night. This was insanity.
"Want to do this to him?" Perry slipped his arm beneath , gently squeezing my breast. "Or perhaps this?" His other hand found its way between my legs.
"No, please... I’m at my limit." I dreaded the thought of Perry growing hard again, already feeling his heavy mber pressing against .
"Hmm... Really? I have my doubts." Perry flipped over and moved lower. "Your body tells a different story. You’re soaked, love."
I shook my head in protest, but when his warm tongue found my entrance, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. I didn’t want him to stop... I craved him inside .
"Yes, exactly like that..." Perry murmured, feeling himself hardening once more.
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Patricia entered the room carrying breakfast for the queen. She froze upon discovering Phoebe still sleeping, completely naked with disheveled hair, while the heavy scent of sex saturated the air. Her cheeks flad red as the king erged from the bathroom.
The king wore only a towel around his hips, staring down at her intensely.
"What brings you here?" Perry noticed the food tray. "Leave that and don’t disturb her. Replace the al in a short while if she hasn’t woken," he instructed smoothly while Patricia could only bow her head in acknowledgnt.
Afterward, Patricia departed the room but didn’t venture far, lingering outside the door and waiting before changing the food.
A short while later, however, the king exited the room looking refreshed in jeans and a crisp white shirt.
Every warrior bowed their heads respectfully as the king passed, Patricia included. She stared at his retreating figure, captivated by his commanding presence.
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