The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Defiant Surrogate 61

Chapter 61

I'm horny as hell, about to be frustrated as hell, if he means what he says.

"I'm sorry?" Lask, thinking perhaps I misheard.

He presses the heel of his palm hard against his dick as if trying to ease the throbbing erection I can see tenting his pants,

"I have a meeting." he says again. "I stepped out for my headache, but now..

I hate to sound this pouty but I can't help the words that escape my lips. "You can't wait until... after..?"

Look at me with a sudden bemused expression, he lifts a brow. "After what, consort?"

As lust-crazed as I am, I'm still not blindly horny enough to allow myself to be lumped in with the other harem members. who want only Caleb's dick in them three times a day.

"Nothing," I say at once, correcting myself. I inwardly condemn my damp pussy that's still practically begging to be filled. I am more than my basest urges. I won't let the horniness win. With that in mind, I start toward the door. "Are you ready?"

Caleb growls as he struts forward. At first, he hobbles some, his hard dick clearly getting in the way of him being able to walk comfortably. Yet, by the time we step out into the hallway, he seems to have gotten himself under control. He leads me to the Hall, where the guards open the doors. He steps inside first, with me following.

There does indeed seem to be a meeting taking place in this room, though with how annoyed everyone looks, it's likely the entire thing has been on hold for some time, since Caleb stepped out with his headache.

A few of the advisors waiting seem pleased that Caleb has returned. The rest stare at me in annoyance, likely blaming me for the delay.

Looking down at the ground, I quickly move to the side of the Hall to take my regular spot beside Tristan. Caleb steps up onto his throne. "We can continue," Caleb says, as he's sitting

"We were discussing the actions of the northern infiltrators," says the boldest of the advisors. "We have reason to believe they have been moving in on the capital for a long time. They could even be among us now." A couple of men in the group glance at me.

I try to hold their gazes so they know that I'm not so easily intimidated or accused. They don't look away for some time. leading us to a sort of staring match.

"There could be sleeper agents in the guards, in the slaves. Even in your own harem," says one of the advisors,

"Don't worry about my harem," Caleb says gruffly.

"Forgive me, King Caleb. I only wish for your safety. When you lie with your harem, you are at your most vulnerable."

"I am never vulnerable," Caleb replies sharply. "I can assure you of that."

The advisor nods critically, though their expression remains concerned.

"We need a stratagem to bring out the traitors," says another advisor. "How can we hope to protect our kingdom when not even the capital is safe?"

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Caleb sighs, long suffering. "You assume that the capital has ever been safe."

"Has it not?" the advisor retoris.

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"Ever, are there people plotting against me. If they are not from the north, they are in pursuit of their own motives, even their own foolish gains." Caleb says. "My life is in constant peril at all times. You wish for me to burrow myself in some kind of cave so that I remain safe? What of my people?" Caleb scoffs. "Even in a cave, the worms replace their way in."

The way he's talking has glimmers of paranoia, certainly, but there's also so much more to what he's saying. He's determined not to abandon his own people. He doesn't want to barricade himself at the expense of others.

He's paranoid, sure, but he faces it rather than hiding away.

And, given the intensity of the advisor's words and the concerns on their faces, I can gather that Caleb might have right to believe that everyone wants him dead.

Even 1, at one point, might have taken my shot at killing him, if there had been ample opportunity.

To protect my pack.... I don't know.

I doubt I could go through with it now. He is a villain, a monster at times, but he's also a man. He's multifaceted. There is no one clear side of him

le's not full-on evil. He's gray-scale. A messy mix of in-between.

But as he continues to talk, laying out where to send troops to help block some of the incursion from the north, he ako sounds very intelligent. He is knowledgeable about his kingdom, and has sharp insights into both economic and political matters.

He knows shutting down roads, even to block an opposing army, will hold up important trade routes that could devastate a draught ridden countryside. They need goods right now or they will starve to death Everything, it seems, is a give and take.

I expected Caleb, as ruthless as he is, to take the easiest way forward, but he makes no direction without considering every possible angle. The ruthless one is in consideration, sure, but as are many others.

In the case of the roadblock, he orders a checkpoint, rather than a full block, so that the merchants can still get through with their goods.

It's a risk. The invaders could hide their spies among the vegetalale carts and in the grains, but the few that might pass through is worth it if it means saving the lives of those weary farmers.

"Next year, we will need their crop," the King says. "If not also their swords..."

It's a practical take, more than an emotional one, but it still ends with the saving of lives, so I am satisfied.

The advisors give solid insight as well. I feel almost like I'm peering past a veil, standing in this room with them.

These are the ones running this kingdom. All things considered, despite everything going on at the capital, they are running it well.

As the meeting progresses, I even begin to see some charm in the way Caleb speaks with his advisors. He talks to them differently than he does the rest. Not quite as equals, but almo

He even laughs at a joke one of the advisors makes.

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"Now, for the matter of the pack electing their alpha soon," Caleb says. "What was his name...?"

"Samuel, my King." says one of the advisors.

As fast as my heart was racing, it now leaps into my chest.

"Have you come to a decision?" the advisor asks. "Should we move to intervene? Or should we let the pack fall! We are running out of days to mobilize."

Caleb tilts his head as if thinking. Slowly, his eyes shift over to me.

I suck in a sharp breath and hold it. I don't dare speak up, not wanting to stoke his ire right now. But I beg with all of my heart and soul that he will let my pack live. Caleb sighs, looking away from me. "Save them. We'll need the bodies in the coming war."

Relief punches out of me so severely that I nearly fall over.

Caleb looks at me again, his face guarded.

To not fall for this terrible man, I command myself, and beg my heart to listen

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