eyes realize

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate

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CHAPTER 2: eyes realize

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Regina’s POV

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“I hate it here,” I said immediately staring at the large mansion, black glazing against the moonlight.

Will I call it a mansion or a castle?

I turned and my step father pushed me forward with a suspicious expression on his face.

He gripped my shoulder and bent low as if he wanted to whisper to my ear.

I froze, careful to not let him hear the sound of my heart beating fast, a sign of my fear to be left in the ridiculously huge place.

“Listen.” He started, his voice low and serious. “When you are in there, you work hard. Do whatever he wants. Don’t question him. Don’t fight him. It’s for your own good. You think you are afraid of me, wait till you meet him. Don’t ever try to run away or get help. This can only end badly for you if you do.”

I blinked as if in a daze unsure of whether I was hearing him right.

“What are you—.”

I stop right in my words feeling incoming presence. I looked sideways noticing the palace guards were close.

And before I could fully understand what what was happening, Gary moved away from me.

“Is she the one?.” One of the guards asked emotionless.

Gary nodded and pushed me towards them.

What was happening?

Immediately, a bag was thrown in front of my step-father’s feet and I could slightly hear coins jingle.

Was this an exchange or what?

“Good bye, Regina.”

My eyes widened as I realized what had just occurred.

I fell to my knees immediately grabbing him.

“No, no, no, please, please don't give me away like this," I begged, gripping him.

My step - father pushed me to one of the guards as a frown came on his face.

“You are of no use to me.” He growled at me.

“No, no, I'll work hard to help you, any debts you have, I’ll pay it. I’ll even pay you, I promise. Please don't force me to go there.” I pleaded but he didn't listen.

“Sorry, dear niece.” He said not sounding sorry at all as he grabbed the bag of money. “This is a business transaction. Don’t take it to heart.”

Gary stood rigid in the moonlight, I stared at him in fear as his eyes began to change from their normal bright green to an insane red glow.

He screamed in agony as his knees reversed direction and I could hear the bones shifting inside him, his face contorted as the lone wolf's muzzle extended out in front of him, and he looked forward onto his hands.

His screams turned into a long howl as the dark fur sprouted from his body, and his clothing tore itself from his body as his muscles increased in size.

And before I could say anything, Gary sped off, running away in his wolf form.

The impact hit me with a force that sent me gasping for breath.

Oh, my God.

Gary just abandoned me—in the vicinity of a man who was several times more dangerous than him.

“Breathe, Regina, breathe,” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes momentarily.

The thought of shifting into my wolf and running away like did drift into my mind.

“Omega!” A voice rang out immediately pushing that thought away.

I opened my eyes to see one of the guards calling to me, he was an older stocky man who was impeccably uniformed and his eyes were awake and alert, somewhat overzealous. His head was shaved, his face square and tanned.

I opened my mouth quickly to beg him but shut it realizing that if I spoke, I might be sentenced to death.

I could tell them that my selfish and greedy step father dragged me here against my will but I doubt if it would even help me at all.

Another guard showed up, this one also tall but blond in a very similar uniform.

I tensed at the sight of the claws which were, where his fingers were supposed to be and his canines which were showing off in the open mouth as he came to speak with the guard in front of me.

I could tell the blond guard was trying hard not to shift under the moonlight.

It wasn’t a full moon but few wolves were affected to any kind of moon.

“Let’s get you inside, Omega.” The first guard said motioning for me to follow him. “Leave your bags, they will be well taken care of.”

The blond guard whispered something to the other man before turning to disappear through some paths around the castle.

I didn’t have time to marvel at the inside of the mansion as I was taken in, too nervous at what I had gotten myself into.

I thought I had managed a temporary escape from my uncle and yet here I was, at the mercy of death.

I glanced over my shoulder at the entrance looking so far now.

‘Don’t try to ever run away or get help. This can end badly for you’

Gary’s words replayed in my head and I shivered.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down when a sharp smell wafted into my senses. I furrowed my eyebrows confusedly as the scent was distinct, different from any alphas that had come in contact with me.

The scent was undeniably sandalwood and it made my wolf yip.

Wolves find their mate by using their senses.

Could it be?

I wanted to follow it when I heard footsteps and a murmur of voices that were echoing in the chambers I was standing in.

“—that greedy ... how stunning to think ... fear me ... enough things to worry about — he thinks I’m constantly in search of a female ... I’m not scared of death.”

I froze at the last phrase I caught. The voices abruptly stopped and I turned around looking back to see the guard come through a different door, in front of the man who had been grumbling earlier.

The guard stepped aside and bowed.

My blood turned to ice in my veins as I realized who the man was.

Mattel, the Cursed Alpha.

He stands out, like a towering, dark fortress, dressed entirely in black and his presence looming over the place.

My eyes land first on his shoes, the shiny black leather polished to a menacing edge; his trousers, the solemn straight edge of his cape, the ebony feathers capping his broad shoulders like the tips of a fearsome gargoyle’s wings.

And then, at long, dreaded last, I see the face of the infamous cursed alpha for the first time--

--and gasp.

It’s involuntary and subtle enough to be taken as a sharp intake of breath than the stupefied gasp that it is.

But I could not help it.

All of the stories that were told were not true.

I have been told that the king is those fears and wraiths and nightmares of which humanity’s dread is made of; that he, like his curse, is the most terrifying monster to have ever walked the world.

That he must be as terrible as such things, for how else could he live knowing he has to die? Knowing that his own mate would never want to stand in his presence?

And so, I had expected a monster.

I had expected a face as gruesome as the terrors he controls; something to signify the darkness which lurks within, something to indicate the black soul that it belongs to.

Instead, I find a face that is striking in an entirely different way.

Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye.

But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight - the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself - that had elicited my gasp most of all.

His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power.

His features, hewn into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face.

As if he has lived his entire life, without having once experienced an emotion.

And yet, somehow, I cannot find it in myself to call this man a monster.

And far from horrifying in appearance, as I had expected.

He is, I dare to say it - hauntingly handsome.

He is not what I had expected at all.

Alpha Mattel was dangerous, alright but his beauty was austere and sinister that handsome was too mild a word.

He stopped at the sight of me as he moved his hair backward, my fear not stopping me from looking into both eyes.

This is the time I get entranced in his eyes and for the first time, without me summoning her, in that instant, my wolf growls fiercely.

MATE!

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TBC