CHAPTER 21.Beta Ragnar

>>>>>BETA RAGNAR

With that, Dominus left his brother and made his way to Beta Ragnar's quarters.

In a couple of minutes, he arrived and landed a soft knock on the door. He stood back, waiting for a reply to come in.

Fifty seconds passed with still no reply. Dominus looked around before delivering another knock, harder than the last one, but there was still no answer.

He walked closer to the door, closing one eye and narrowing the other to check if it was locked from the inside. Yes, it was, which meant only one thing: Beta Ragnar, the Grand Beta of the Northern Pack, was inside but not responding.

Landing another knock on the door, he still received no answer. This prompted Dominus to lower his hand and examine the bronze lock that had been secured from the inside. He put his hand into the small rectangular slit carved into the wooden door.

Sliding in two fingers with a firm push inward and a slight lift upward, it clicked, and the lock gave way. The door creaked open. Dominus heaved a sigh and walked in, locking the door behind him.

The thick scent of alcohol, burnt wax, and sweat attacked his nose at once, causing him to wrinkle it immediately.

Looking around the room, he narrowed his gaze, trying to find his uncle—Beta Ragnar. But there was no one. As soon as he stepped inside, he began to hear small noises: screams and what felt like moans.

Dominus paused. He didn’t speak; he just stood there, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the source of the sound.

He slowly made his way in, his boots sinking slightly into the thick fur rug as he approached the other room.

The moans grew louder, now accompanied by slurred giggles, heavy breathing, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Dominus paused, hesitant to continue. He knew what it was, but right now, Beta Ragnar had to come out. He was the only one who could provide news of the Grand Alpha King and his condition.

Once he walked in, Dominus's eyes flicked to the bed where Ragnar and three other naked she-wolves lay. Beta Ragnar sat completely bare-chested and butt-naked, heaving and trying to catch his breath as silver hairs matted to his skin.

A goblet of wine was in his right hand while his leg was tangled in one of the women's hair, forcing her face up and down his cock with primal dominance.

"Yes... that’s it, little bitch. Take it deeper—ouuuu— arghhhh," Ragnar groaned.

His head lolled back against the wooden headboard, neck tense, jaw clenched with raw pleasure.

Dominus watched in horror. This was supposed to be pleasure, but seeing his middle-aged uncle still fucking young whores made his blood boil.

Nothing of the sort was entirely new for Ragnar; his hobby was fucking fresh slaves that had just been brought into the pack. Quite too old to be acting like an old man and lord, but who's to say… when he clearly didn’t care.

Married with three wives and children, everyone knew he was far from done claiming women as his own.

Two other naked women flanked him—one straddled his thigh, grinding shamelessly as her nails dragged lines down his chest, leaving red marks on his bare skin. He loved it rough.

The other woman knelt behind him on the bed, kissing along his shoulder and neck as she murmured, “My lord, you're still a beast…”

The other woman chuckled softly. “My lord still has it in him. Dare I say more than any Alpha boy out there?”

Ragnar laughed, a thick, guttural sound that irritated Dominus even more. "They think age makes you weak. Fools. I’ve broken more cunts than they've touched," he boasted.

He hadn’t noticed Dominus yet, too lost in lust and half-drunk on wine. But Dominus didn’t interrupt. He stood there, watching, jaw clenched, a flicker of disgust threading his face—but he didn’t look away. He was too angry to blink.

The girl on Ragnar's cock suddenly choked, eyes watering, but Ragnar only grunted and held her tighter, slamming his hips upward with no restraint. Her gag echoed off the walls, followed by more moans, and the other women burst out laughing.

This was it. Dominus was fine watching, but nothing about it brought him pleasure. Watching them was tormenting, and he was done tormenting himself.

He suddenly cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. Ragnar froze, the girls paused, eyes darting toward the tall figure. Once they noticed it was Prince Dominus, they all wiggled their way out of bed, heads bowed in respect.

But Ragnar only smirked, still breathless and holding onto the last girl by her hair as she sucked his cock. “Nephew… you might want to give me a few minutes with whatever it is. I'm almost close.”

Dominus's eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

"Get back here," Ragnar growled, motioning to the woman who had left the bed. "Don’t stop now. Your Lord still needs to be worshipped."

The girl obeyed instantly, sliding back into the bed and stroking him again with both hands, licking up his cock. Another one of them giggled, sliding her hands down his belly as she leaned in to kiss the base of his cock.

"A—ahhhh—no, no, no," Ragnar rasped, one hand lazily lifting in Dominus’s direction. "Just stand there. Nephew, almost done, almost done. Let your Lord finish, mm?"

Ragnar let out a primal growl, deep from his chest. "Hell yessssssssss… suck me dry, you whores."

Dominus’s fists clenched at his sides. “When you're done, come to the hall,” he announced before taking his leave.

Ragnar didn't reply, though Dominus could hear his grunts as he left.

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The kitchen was extremely busy, and the hall was filling up for dinner.

Silent howls were usually done in and out of the hall, the royals, shamans, and all high officials gathered together before performing the rites inside the hall, while every normal member of the pack did theirs outside.

Inside the kitchen were Beth and Akira, dusting off their hands from the flour after the other girls came to take over.

"I'm done for the day,” Akira announced excitedly. “Why's the Alpha's house so filled up today?”

Beth sighed. “It's a serious ritual for the Northern Packs. They don’t usually observe the normal full moon like other packs do; they do theirs once in a decade when the real full moon is out. “

"Full moon? I thought that happens every year. Why a decade?”

“Yes, it does happen every year, but the North doesn't believe in the blurry ones. They believe in the one that's shiny enough to blind one's eyes,” Beth explained. “Don't worry, tomorrow you'll see it. Not everyone goes outside to see it when it comes out, so as not to get half-blind.”

“Most people here call it the blinding moon”

Beth wiped her hands on her apron, glancing toward the wide kitchen doors again. Then sideways for the umpteenth time. Her fingers fidgeted with her apron, and even though she was talking to Akira, her eyes weren't really on her.

Akira dusted her palms, watching Beth out of the corner of her eye.

She did it again. A quick glance—first to the door, then to the corridor behind them. Her feet shifted, anxious, as if they were itching to move.

Akira narrowed her gaze. “Are you looking for someone?”

Beth froze for a second, caught. Then she blinked and gave a sheepish laugh. “Me? No, I—” But she sighed and gave up pretending. “Fine, yes. I am. I am waiting for someone.”

Akira tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Who? Who is it?”

Beth looked around again, then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “My mate.”

Akira’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’ve met your mate already?” She stared at her, surprised that Beth had met her mate despite still being a slave here.

Beth nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly as she smiled to herself. “A long time ago. Before you even came here. He just returned today with one of the knights.”

Akira nudged her with her elbow. “So go see him, girl. What are you still doing here, huh?”

Beth chuckled but shook her head. “I still have to serve in the hall. They need hands, and Madam Estelle handpicked me to go. I will be in deep trouble if I leave right now.”

“Come on, you can go meet him if you want to; I will fill in for you.”

“Akira…” Beth's lips formed a deep appreciative smile.

“Go before I change my mind,” Akira teased, tossing her a little smile.

Beth pulled her into a quick hug. “I owe you.”

With that, she left, and Akira turned to join the other girls who would be serving in the hall.