You are my alpha slave! You are my possession!

Henrietta's excruciating wailing continues outside the room.

Jeffrey was deeply hurt and pained to the depth of his heart. His lips tremble immensely, and his thick breathing evades hots winds to Queen Isle's face.

Jeffrey's manly hands fisted, and he felt the huge impulse to malevolently attack Queen Isle.

However, he couldn't take drastic action because his wife, his unborn child, and his species would suffer greatly for it.

"Strip or your wife would die as an outcome of your stubbornness!" She warned with an indignant face.

She frowned at him daringly, Jeffrey was left with no option but to do what he was instructed to do.

Unhurriedly, his sturdy hands undid his buttons and his shirt fell freely to the marble floors. Revealing his large abs, his stripped chest shows off his thick veins and muscles. A few strands of brown hair adorned his chest.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey kept his blue eyes on queen Isle who ogled disgustingly at him.

A crucial smirk stretched on Queen Isle's lips, her hand put up forward to brush his chest —at the mark.

Queen Isle arced her brows, the dragon skull mark appeared knowledgeable to her. But she couldn't tell or recall where she'd glimpsed it before, memories of the dragon skull mark became heavily blurry in her head and that got her perplexed and disturbed.

"Only the witch can explain this to me," she inwardly muttered, and her eyes darkened.

Jeffrey's body shook slightly as he stiffened at the queen's chilly touches, he has never let any woman come near to him except his luna and wife.

Meanly, he let out a low warning scowl at her but she wasn't moved by it. Unwillingly, he does away with his pants.

And while all this was blathering on, Henrietta's cries and pains could be heard outside the queen's room.

"Can you tell your guards to stop whipping her... Please," Jeffery begged.

He let go of his ego, he didn't want to sound weak to the queen but his wife and unborn child's life mattered to him.

"You don't tell me what to do, slave!" Queen Isle snapped at him nonchalantly.

Not sparing him a glance as she continuously roamed her fingers on the vital mark on his chest, feeling its powerful soil and brownish hairs.

The atmosphere was intimidating, the aura is being jammed with ominous tension as anxiety became one.

Eventually, Jeffrey became stark naked in her sole presence, and Queen Isle glimpsed at his bright blue eyes. She could swear that she saw immense anger and vengeance flickers greatly through them.

If only he knew, if only he knew that if he ever makes one step to retaliate at her. That day would be his doom and the end of his breath.

"Lay on the bed. Face up. And dick sprang!" She ordered, moving away from him as she got herself undressed.

Her eyes hastily glimpsed at his mighty erection, it was extremely thick and huge. Even her late husband's erection wasn't as big as his...

Queen Isle thought as Jeffery angrily veered around, he trudged towards the bed.

"Nice, a$$!" She muttered lowly, a smirk playing on her lips.

Her eyes were on his sturdy ass as she meddled her hands behind her back, unhooking her blue lacy gown. Then, her body became exposed to the world as her black hair streamed down freely on her shoulders.

Mindlessly, she threw the gown to wherever it fell as she wanted seductively to the bed and stood at the bed edges as she let out a long laughed scornfully.

Henrietta's whimpers resounding into the room and Queen Isle saw how angered Jeffery was, his fists could be seen gripping the bed's red coverlet and his eyes fronted the void ceilings.

"She's a pregnant woman, likely to be put to bed tonight. Why are you suffering her like this? She was once your friend," Jeffrey said, aiming with the fact that he could change the Queen's mind.

"She's my slave, not a friend. I can never be a friend who collided with her husband to viciously kill my husband!" Queen Isle yelled, hatefully.

Her knees kneeled on the bed, the bed surfaces dug deeply while she moves slowly toward him. Her hands scuttling with her hair as she strives to wrap it up into a hairy bun.

"She's pregnant, I know. And won't be giving birth anytime soon, I made certain of that," she groaned to him, reaching out to him slowly and Jeffery shot her a confused frown.

"Less talk, more action. That's what I want!" Queen Isle growled meanly before he could attempt a say.

Gently, she clamped his erection, carefully guiding his firm erection into her womanhood. A low pleasing moan evaded her lips as she flung her head backward.

“You are my Alpha slave, you my possession!” she bellows, gulping a huge amount of air as she wiggled her figured waistline to fit his erection in.

Jeffery hissed in objection, his back thrust from the bed layer when he felt his erection throbbing into her moist womanhood.

Amidst this, his heart badly shatters as his ears were replenished with his wife's cries as she was been whipped outside the door.

He's got to this, for her and his child's sake.

Queen Isle wasn't warned, she wasn't informed at all as she felt two pairs of strong hands wrap around her figured hips. And prowling fingers grinding into her lukewarm skin, she felt the Almighty erection jabbed into her womanhood as if viciously slashing her into two.

"A-ah!" She howls in wrecking pains, eclectic with icing satisfaction.

Queen Isle's packed hair slackened as an outcome of his aggressive vigor toward her, her hand left his manly legs and clenched the sheet of the bed instead as a trail of tears hew the corner of her eyes.

“Ride harder! slave!” she growls.

Jeffrey made no single groan, but she moaned. The pained feelings burned through her. No pleasure, but she loved it that way.

Just how she wanted it to be, no pleasure. She's no lover of it. Conceivably, ever since her husband died... Or perhaps not wanting to be pleasured by a man who annihilated her husband right in the open.

"Jeffrey! My child!" Henrietta cries resonated into the room, her piercing shouts, and raw whimpers.

Jeffery’s heart jumped in his mouth as he took Queen Isle exceptionally harder, stimulating her to release hot tears down her face. He jerked her up and down as her private region smashed his anatomy which elicited flapping sounds.

Henrietta outcries tears making him enraged, sad and deepened with pains. His wife's gashes made him take Isle in an insurmountable way.

In a way, she would wish she never ordered this. However, it appears she loved it this way, this brutal way he manhandled her roughly.

"H-ah! H-ah!" Queen Isle grunted-moaned.

Swiftly, she made an abrupt motion as she leaned on Jeffery and grasped his hair forcefully as if stripping the furs of his air off its membranes.

Her teeth grits at him, her face steeled and her blue eyes read... Furiousness and hatred.

"Fuck it!" She growls maliciously at his face, their furious eyes shut at each other.

Jeffery's thrusts tempered more than before, his adam apple worked as he gulp down strongly. His heating body made use of their features as his erection pumped drastically into her.

Queen Isle felt all sore and bruises down there and then, pleasure....

A slow one, driving her crazily as she moaned aloud, so loud she left his hair and gripped the pillows above his head.

"Oh, gracious heavens!"

Queen Isle could tell that Henrietta would certainly hear it, her moans. How pathetic!

It's certainly gonna be heartbroken for Henrietta, knowing the reality that her husband is raiding her while she screams outside in endless pain.

Momentarily, Jeffery let out a stifled groan which only notifies him that he has reached his climax. And then, he released his seeds into her.

Henrietta's tears could no longer be heard, everywhere became dead silence and Jeffery shot his head at the door with a distressed face and troubled heart.

Queen Isle scoffed viciously, she took Jeffery uninformed as she whacked her fist across his face and he passed out instantly like a log of wood.

Glancing at her pricking fist, blood smudging the golden ring which she wore on her index finger. Queen Isle swiveled her orb in annoyance as she pulled out from her Alpha slave before sailing out of royal bed.

Then, she glimpses at the door. "Shawn!" She bellowed his name, spitefully.