Brewing Storm - Chapter 171

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“Master Ouyang?”

What the Nar is he doing here?

The two Master Trainers that were arguing a while ago exchanged knowing glances and walked to the elder wolf.

“Master Ouyang, we haven’t seen you in a while. How did you remember the way back?” The larger wolf slumped into the seat beside the Master Trainer and leaned back, his face facing the listless wolf.

“Haha, Mark, hear yourself. Our Master Ouyang isn’t just any ordinary Master Trainer. He is the Master Ouyang that taught and raised the Werewolf King.” The leaner wolf sat backwards and crossed his arms.

Master Ouyang’s eyes darkened when he heard their words.

Taught and raised the Werewolf King?

The King that blatantly told him to stay out of his affairs?

“Haha…” Master Ouyang roared with mocking laughter, his shoulders shaking as tears streamed down his face.

All these years, he loved the black wolf like a son. He trained and raised him to be a leader. But he never allowed the difference in their status to affect their relationship.

To him, King Ramose was a son. And no matter how high and far a son stood, he believed he’d never forget the one that raised him capable enough to reach such a position.

However, today he was proven wrong.

The two wolves got the note of sorrow in the Master Wolf’s voice and turned solemn.

What could have caused the great Master Wolf to sound so broken?

“Hey, Master Ouyang, are you okay?”

“Yeah, you sound dead inside, wolf.” The large man placed a hand on Master Ouyang’s shoulder.

“If you don’t despise us, you can share your pain.”

Master Ouyang’s gaze fell on the hand on his shoulder and he lifted his sight to might the Master Trainer’s pitying gaze.

Was that what he had become now? A wolf to pity?

“I don’t need the likes of you to share my pain. Inside, I know you’re laughing at me.” Roughly throwing off the large wolf’s hand, Master Ouyang got to his feet and turned to leave.

“What is his problem?”

“We were just trying to be friendly. But I guess someone is too over their heads at being the Werewolf King’s Master to care about us lowly beasts.” The two exchanged looks and glanced scornfully at the retreating back of Master Ouyang.

Then the aromatic fragrance of roasted meat filled their nostrils and forgot about the wolf.

“Da** wolves! Just looking for a chance to rub salt in my wounds!” Master Ouyang staggered through the red district of the Master Trainers, heading towards his allocated villa.

Due to his relationship with the Werewolf King, his living arrangements were ten times better than the other brown wolves.

This was one of the greatest reasons he was isolated. As a brown wolf, his style of living could rival that of a grey wolf.

As he passed a dark alley, the strong stench of blood and rotting corpses filled his nostrils.

But the brown wolf ignored it because such odors were a norm in these parts of the Underworld Palace. Either beast slaves were beaten to death by their masters, or Omega wolves were beaten to death by brown wolves.

Snorting in disgust, the Master Wolf continued his trek. He came to a fork and just when he was about to take the left, a female figure emerged from the right and blocked his way.

“Master Ouyang, if you’ll give me a minute, I have a proposal for you.”

The brown wolf instantly went on alert. He unsheathed his claws and revealed his fangs.

“Whoever you are, I’m not interested in your proposal.” He growled.

“Oh? Are you sure, because this concerns the serpentine?” The female sneered.

A while later, in a corner of the dark alley.

“Speak, what’s your proposal?”

“The King’s Trial will begin in a few ice nights. During the trial, the mate of the King is tested, right?”

“So what is your point?”

“Do whatever it takes, but make it so that the Serpentine Queen fails this trial. If the Werewolf King sees her incompetence, he won’t be so hung up on her.”

There was a long, tense silence before a sigh resounded.

“If that’s what it takes to free King Ramose from that serpentine’s venom, then that should be.”

*

Luciana listlessly entered the red mansion she’d once called home. Her blue dress swept across the floor, the usual elegant and sophisticated air destroyed by her dark mood.

“No other female beast? He’s the da** Werewolf King! How can he not want any other female beasts!?”

The past 10 years in the Underworld Palace had taught her how different the werewolves were from the beasts of the Nar realm. While they treasured their mates, that was only due to the soul-bond they shared.

And the soul-bond didn’t promise love. It was a bond forged between two souls of equal soul strength.

In this bond, there was lust, raw and deep, but there was no love.

Love was a matter of the heart and not of the soul.

Therefore, while good feelings were present between soul-mates due to the bond they shared, their feelings only went as far as lust and burning desire for each other.

So the wolves, who’s blood boiled even hotter than the flames of the Nar realm, didn’t feel the burning lust until the appearance of their mate. The soul-bond they form triggers the deep-rooted desire in their blood.

And once the lust awakened, the wolves felt an urge to mate on every spare moment. It was the only way to release the heat in their body.

At this time, even their mate would no longer be enough. Hence why there were bedmates.

But the Werewolf King, the alpha of the Underworld Palace whose blood boiled even hotter than the rest, dared to declare the serpentine alone was enough?

“I wouldn’t believe it!” She refused to believe his declaration.

I’ll give it a few more days before thinking of a way to enter the Crimson Palace.

Heh…by then, he’d be burning hot enough to desire another female.

“I heard you entered the Crimson Palace today?” Luciana had barely stepped into her bedroom when the dark voice froze her in place.

She lifted her head to find Olsen sprawled on the bed. Her heart thumped in her chest, but she kept her face expressionless.

“Well…?”

“Ye…yes. Master Ouyang took me to meet the Serpentine Queen.” Even if she went to see the Werewolf King and Olsen was aware of it, she wouldn’t admit it from her own mouth.

“Did he? From what I heard, you wanted him to get you back in the Crimson Palace.”

“Tha…that’s not real. The Serpentine Queen already dismissed me. Why would I return to embarrass myself?” She controlled her breathing and impassively walked across the room.

She couldn’t give herself away.

“Luciana, do you consider me a fool?” The King’s right-hand commander sneered mockingly and grabbed her wrist as she passed him.

With a forceful yank that sucked the breath out of her lungs, he threw the Gold Blood onto the bed.

Then without preamble, he ripped the blue dress to shreds and yanked the entire material off her body.

Breathless and naked, Luciana stared at Olsen with clumsily concealed fear.

“Heh…what are you looking at me like that for? It isn’t like this is the first time.” Before her wide, fearful eyes, he took off his clothes and stood before her with his erect member.

“Since you’re so desperate for King Ramose, how about I pleasure you until all thoughts of him are wiped clean from your mind, hmm?”

“Ol…Olsen, let’s talk. It’s not what you think.”

Luciana backed away, her blue eyes swirling with fear and lust.

Another trait of the bond.

Even if she was afraid, she’d still feel unbearable heat upon seeing his naked figure.

“Turn over.” The wolf coldly commended.

“That…”

“Or would you like me to do it?”

Luciana shivered from the dark edge in his tone. She shamefully bit her lips and turned over. On her hands and knees, her bottom faced the wolf.

He was right.

This wasn’t the first time.

At least with the soul-bond, she enjoyed it unlike when she was outside the Underworld Palace.

So there was no need for her to be hesitant and afraid.

Pressing her face into the soft blanket, she braced herself for the onslaught.

Olsen hardened at the sight of the golden brown bottom. In the entire Underworld Palace, his mate had the best skin tone after the Serpentine Queen. No matter how many times he rammed into her, he was never satisfied.

“Sigh. You are too delicate. After a few rounds, I’ll have to make do with two or three bedmates.”

Gripping her hip, he pumped his member and plunged into her bottom lip. The sensation of her folds contracting around him made him moan in pleasure.

The wolf gripped her other hip and thrust without restraint.

“Uhm! Ah! Why are you so tight! The female slaves leak out a lot of fluids, but you’re always dry and tight.” Raising a hand, he loudly smacked it on the round cheek. The meat bounced and jiggled and the wolf increased his thrust.

The Gold Beast moaned, a guttural mixture of pain and pleasure, as she moved her hips to meet the wolf’s wild thrusts. A large hand slid up her body and griped her bosoms, squeezing and pulling in different angles.

Unable to endure so much stimulus, her bottom contracted and released a flood of sticky liquid.

“Ah…better…” The wolf sighed in pleasure at the sudden warm, sticky liquid. He slowly withdrew his meat, watched with great intensity as a stream of sticky fluid followed it, and used the head of his rod to smear the liquid around the Gold Blood’s twitching private before roughly entering her again.

His other hand gripped the other mound, and positioned behind her bent figure, he roughly took her from behind.

Creak. Creek.

The bed started shaking from their movements, the creaking sound mixed with their labored breathing, created a strange atmosphere that made them burn hotter.

Slap!

Slap!

“Uhnngg!” The painful pleasure on her behind caused the Gold Blood to groan and clench her inner muscles. This made the wolf throw back his head and roar. With a deep, hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and released his seed.

“Ah!” Tired and exhausted, the Gold Blood slumped on her front with her bottom still raised up.

The wolf withdrew his member, and plunge a finger in the dripping private. He wedged himself between the splayed legs of his mate and spread them further apart. Using his other hand, he traced her crack and plunged a finger in the tiny hole between the meaty parts.

The Gold Blood instantly lifted her behind and pushed on his two fingers, as she wriggled and squirmed, seeking deeper penetration. Seeing her reaction, the wolf smirked and increased his pace. He curled and flexed his fingers, scraping and grazing her insides.

Just when she was close to coming, he withdrew both of his fingers and smeared the excess fluid on his thick member. He gripped her thighs and plunged into her sticky warmth.

With her face in the blankets and her bottom on his lap, he thrust fast and hard until she spasmed, shattered, and came more than three times. The fourth time, she passed out.

“Da**! She fainted again.” Not satisfied yet, the wolf withdrew from her and jumped off the bed. Then he headed to the door without a cloth to cover himself.

“Sasha! Shayla! Come to the pleasure room!”

“Yes, master!” The two voices, meek and timid, hid traces of anticipation and excitement.

As their dull footsteps receded to the mansion’s pleasure hall, Luciana cracked open her eyes and vacantly stared into the grey blankets.

This was why she must leave this prison.

At least in the Crimson Palace, even if the Wolf King mated rougher than Olsen, she loved the place, she liked the king. And with better food and clothes, why wouldn’t she choose him?

“A few days…just a few days and he’ll seek out other females…like the rest of the wolves.” A determined and fierce gleam in her eyes, the Gold Blood tiredly laid on her side and clenched her fist.

I must and I will get the Werewolf King!