Breena locked the bathroom door behind her and turned on the shower, washing away every trace of Dronti’s seed from her skin.
As a Lycan, the King possessed insane speed, hyper-regeneration, and immense physical strength, he wouldn’t die from a simple blade or a light dose of venom.
Killing him would take time, stealth, and a slow, invisible poison that could break his body slowly.
But she was patient.
She had waited eleven years; she could wait a little longer.
Dressing back in her disheveled clothes, she stepped back into the suite and threw herself onto his sprawling bed, staring at the ceiling as she plotted her next move.
The door burst open without a knock.
Dronti walked in, accompanied by a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.
Breena could tell instantly from the delicate scent in the air that the woman was an omega.
Dronti paused, his sharp eyes narrowing as he caught sight of Breena lying comfortably across his mattress.
“Get off,” Dronti commanded, his voice devoid of warmth.
“I’m about to have sex with this woman.” Breena blinked in shock, her mouth opening to yell at him for bringing his conquests in while she was locked inside.
But the realization hit her quickly—this was his room, his villa.
She scrambled up from the mattress, smoothing her shirt down as she made a beeline for the exit.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dronti called out smoothly.
“You’re supposed to evaluate my performance.
Don’t doctors evaluate their patients?” Breena stopped dead in her tracks, turning to glare at him in disbelief.
“I am not about to sit here and watch you two have sex!
Give yourselves some privacy!” Before she could take another step, Dronti moved like lightning.
A blur of movement crossed the room, and suddenly his tall, imposing figure was blocking the door, his chest inches from her face.
“You aren’t leaving this room until you watch the entire process,” Dronti growled, stepping closer until she was pinned against him.
“The more time you waste throwing fits, the longer you stay in my bondage.” “I can’t watch it—no matter what you say!” Breena snapped, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
“It’s absurd, it’s sick, and I have zero interest in watching your circus!” Dronti leaned down, his eyes dark and unyielding.
“You have no choice, healer.
You will evaluate everything and give me a full report when we’re finished.” “I am an herbalist, not a sex therapist!” Breena argued, her voice rising in frustration.
“I am completely unqualified for this!
How the hell am I supposed to evaluate your sex performance?” “Regardless, you’re going to watch.” Without giving her a chance to duck away, Dronti scooped her off her feet, carried her across the room, and dumped her unceremoniously into a plush armchair in the corner.
He leaned over her, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.
“Sit right there and keep your eyes open.
If you can’t stand the heat, you’re more than welcome to join in—I won’t have any trouble taking both of you at the same time.” Breena sat frozen, terrified and disgusted as the reality of the situation set in.
She watched in horrified silence as Dronti slowly undressed the omega woman, peeling her clothes away until she stood completely naked before him.
He then commanded the woman to strip his clothes off, stepping out of his trousers to reveal his full, imposing form once more.
As the naked woman laid back on the bed, spreading her legs for the king, Breena’s mind raced.
Think, Breena, think!
She couldn’t let this happen—not in front of her.
Just as Dronti leaned over the bed to mount the girl, Breena spoke up, her voice surprisingly firm.
“You shouldn’t be having sex anytime soon—unless you want your dick to burst.” Dronti froze mid-motion.
Slowly, he turned his head toward her, his dark gaze locking onto her face with lethal intensity.
Abandoning the woman on the bed, he strode across the floor in two long steps, his hand shooting out to clamp firmly around Breena’s throat, pinning her back into the armchair.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that earlier?” he snarled, his grip tightening just enough to restrict her breath.
Breena choked out a dry laugh, looking right into his burning eyes.
“You…
you didn’t consult your healer before bringing a woman in, did you?” Dronti’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek.
“You better not be playing games with me, girl.” Breena forced a mocking smile through the pressure on her throat.
“Go right ahead then.
Have sex.
Aren’t you the mighty, invincible King?
Go take her and see what happens to your cock.” Dronti held her gaze for three long, agonizing seconds before letting go of her neck.
He turned back toward the bed without looking at the naked omega.
“Get out,” he barked coldly.
The woman didn’t hesitate, scrambling off the bed, gathering her clothes in a panic, and rushing out of the room, silently closing the door behind her.
Dronti turned around to face Breena, towering over her chair, his naked body rigid with suffocating tension.
He leaned down until his face was inches from hers, his eyes tracking the rapid pulse beating in her throat.
“It seems,” Dronti purred dangerously, “you’d rather save my cock so it can burst inside you instead.”