Miranda's POV
“It seems your bastard stepson is getting more famous by the day to the extent that you are even hosting a birthday party in his honor," Richard said dramatically with a silly smile hanging on his lips.
I looked at him in full rage, anger and fury filled my entire body, honestly, if he was not my son that moment, I would have ripped out his throat. It is difficult making an omega son an alpha king, it's slightly more difficult when that son is a stupid one. Instead of Richard thinking of how we can eliminate that bastard, he is here taunting me with his success story.
"Maybe if you took your training seriously and stopped hanging around with your useless bunch of friends, he won't be so important," I said to nonchalant-looking Richard.
"come off it mum, it's not my fault that I was born as an omega, and if it is anybody's fault that would be yours, maybe your body is not good enough to produce an alpha male," he said annoyingly
"Shut up if you don't have any good thing to say, now I want you to go to that witch and make sure she is ready to go along with our plans, you need to get her pregnant as soon as possible so that she can give us the key to the throne"
"so I am just supposed to mark and mate someone I don't give a fuck about because of what exactly?"
"because whether you like it or not, that is the only way you can be made an alpha king, else you will be made a servant to that bastard for the rest of your life,"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“who is it? It's peter your highness”
I have a meeting now, Richard go and be with the witch, play with her, and make her fall willingly into your hands,” I said to a disgusted-looking Richard, he sighed and gave me a suspicious look before walking out.
It would have been easier to kill that bastard when he was just a child, but I was told that he was no threat and been that he was constantly been protected by that witch of a grandmother. Good thing I got rid of her when I had the chance.
I have been here all these years with Japheth as his mistress with the hope that one day he would find me worthy enough to be his mate and make me his Luna but that never happened.
Instead, he went and got himself a human mate and impregnated her. I knew that if I allowed their union to blossom that would mean that I would have been thrown out of the palace with nothing, so I used dark magic to turn his heart against his mate.
I made a doll of him to manipulate as I deem fit. Oh please don't judge me what was I supposed to do? sit back and watch him handle over the throne to his half-human son?
I made him believe that I was his real mate and when my real mate marked me, I made him believe that he was the one that marked me. thereafter I made him sick, so I can be the one ruling without him having to question my authority as a way of preparing the throne for my son.
The moon goddess in her ever partial ways made my son an omega and the half-human an alpha male, I am not going to let that get in the way. The oracle had promised me that the freshly cooked blood and flesh of a newborn hybrid are capable of making Richard become a very strong alpha male, and that is why I need that witch to be mated so she can become pregnant as soon as possible.
I am going to prove to anyone and everyone that the moon goddess has made the mistake of cheating me out of my right. I have the right people at my palms to do and heed to every of my beck and call. I am Miranda and soon I will be the mother of the alpha of the moonlight park, and nothing, not even the moon goddess can stop that.
Peter came in and ensured the door was locked before his eyes landed on mine.
“What seems to trouble you, my lady?” he asked keeping his hands behind him. but I let out a heavy sigh and walked towards the window, lost in thought. There was a sudden feeling of calmness and serenity and that seemed to ease down every tension I had in my body as soon as he walked in.
“what are you doing here, I told you I would call you when I need you, anybody that saw you walk into my bedroom would raise an eyebrow,”
“you are angry, since when did I need permission to come and see my mate," he said as he quietly close the gap between us.
I could hear his footsteps behind me, my heart was racing faster with each second but I couldn't help but also worry about what is to come as I'm so confused about what to do.
On the one hand, I know we need the bastard son to help protect the land after Richard becomes the king, but on the other hand, with each passing day, the people are going to see him as a capable leader than Richard. and I have tried all sorts of magic to make the bastard heed to my bidding but nothing works on him. Within seconds peter had closed the gap between us as I felt his hand around my waist.
“you need to relax, I'm here now,” he said softly to my ears as his breath soothes my tense body.
These lips play around my soft spot, he teases around it a bit. It's incredible how I feel when I am with him.
“I hate it when you are angry and restless, but not for long my love because I am here to take you to the moon and back,” he mumbled as his fingers explore every inch of my body.
I allowed myself to get lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
“where is your king," he asked seductively as his voice shook the very essence of my body, I turned to look at him straight in his eyes with pure lust.
“he is here with me,” I said as my lips went to his but he pulled his lips away in a teasing manner, my body was seriously shaking from unfilled lust and my hole of sin was throbbing badly and drenching an ocean.
He looked at me and smiled, satisfied with the fact that he had me where he wanted me, his hand went under my dress and in split seconds he ripped out the little lingerie I had on while keeping his eyes seductively on mine.
He starts to fondle my clitoris with his finger gently and slowly.
“I hope you are forgetting that I own you, Mirabel,” he said as he slips a finger into my already wet pussy.
I unconsciously let out a soft moan while pushing my hip closer to him to torture me more. He added another digit which make me scream a little louder than appropriate due to the blissful pain shooting through my entire body.
Within seconds he lifted me off the floor and pushed my back against the wall, it hurt a bit but I soon forgot all about it as pleasure took over.
He soon brought out his long hard dick and penetrated my already dripping pussy with a long hard thrust making me moan louder. He placed his hand over my mouth to comb the sound from coming out.
He thereafter pulled out and slammed in again, as I muffled under his hand. And soon the slow steady thrust turned into a long hard fast thrust making me moan uncontrollably.
He kept fucking me hard till I felt my pussy tight around his cock while I reached my peak. And that seem to give him the go-ahead to punish me more as he fuck my brains out, banging me rough and hard, and just when he was about to come he held me right on my neck and held on it tightly as he shoots his seeds into mine.
He releases my neck afterward, while I cough and gasps for breath. Almost the same I heard a knock on my door, we both exchange looks.
“Who is that?” he asked in whispers
I gave him the I don't look and shuddered while I quickly tried to make myself look presentable to whoever was coming through the door. Even though the air conditioner was on, it didn't stop me from being all sweaty from the little exercise I just did.
Peter quickly positioned himself behind the door and seem to give me an awkward look, my eyes went to his dick to see that he was still as hard as a rock, I unconsciously bit my lip as I opened the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw my maid staring at me in panic, which quickly turned to concern as soon as her gaze landed on me, no thanks to the streams of sweat adorning my face and body.
“what is it?” I questioned harshly.
“The king needs your attention ma'am,” she said quickly bowing her head,
“Tell him I will join him soon,” I said closing the door in her face before she had the opportunity of saying something else.
“what does he want?” peter questioned as soon as I closed the door.
“I thought he is your best friend, why don't you go and ask him,” I said and was about walking away when he pulled me roughly to himself, anger and wounded ego evident in his face and voice.
“Are you still fucking him?” he questioned in anger.
“what do you think?” I asked, as I pulled myself out of his hold and walked into my bathroom.