After leaving her room, I pace the halls for what seems like hours until my stomach starts grumbling. Realizing that she might be hungry too, I decide to bring her up a plate in the shape of a peace offering when I am done eating. Of course, I know damn well that the minute the door opens, she will try to rush out the door.
Shaking my head, I think back to when things were a little less complicated. Perhaps I should have just left it alone and let The Wind Walkers massacre them, but then what kind of king would I be? I have never been the one to sit back and watch as someone else takes over. Unfortunately, now I have a bigger problem.
As I walk down to the dining room, I think about my next move with Arabella. I know that this is all coming at the wrong time because The Wind Walkers are purposely trying to cause problems for me. Is there Alpha thinking of trying to take over? It is a good possibility, because there is always someone who thinks they would be a better ruler.
Remembering when my dad was King, I realize that there were so many times that another Alpha would cause problems in hopes of a takeover. With this in mind, I arrive in the dining room and scan the room before nodding at several of the others and taking a seat at the head of the table. I raise my glass before looking at each and every one of them and then take a sip of red wine before settling in and starting to eat the Beef Wellington that Omega Dante so graciously made for us.
The first bite is scrumptious, the minute it hits my taste buds, I close my eyes and revel in the extreme flavors. Sometimes I am more than happy to be the Alpha King, this just happens to be one of them. However, it is very short lived when suddenly I hear raised voices at the end of the table.
“How can you be so civil? You act like nothing has happened?” Beta Alfred stands up and yells before leaving the room.
Everyone stares down at them when Beta Tolov decides to get up quickly and follow him without saying anything except for “Oh, just stop it!”
Watching the drama unfold in front of me, I frown and try to figure out exactly why this sort of thing always happens when I already have so much on my plate. Shaking my head, I lower my eyes back to my meal and continue to enjoy it before it gets cold. Everyone else stays quiet and tries to ignore what just happened.
After I clean my plate, I look over to my right and watch Beta Vanessa as she stares at me. I know she is trying her best to flirt with me by making sure her plunging neck shows her ample cleavage. Because the minute I turn to her, she thrusts her chest out even further and then seductively reaches over and runs her hand up my leg before she reaches my bulge.
Not stopping there, she runs her fingers over my zipper and then takes a firm hold before starting to stroke my hard member. I feel my eyes roll back in my head as she continues her assault on me and brings me to the edge before she stops and then smirks before saying, “There is more where that came from and if you want it, you know where to find me anytime.” The curve in her lips would be perfect to fit my aching erection but all I can really think about is how Arabella would feel if I didn’t bring her some dinner.
When she realizes that I am not thinking of her, she promptly stands up and walks off with a sway in her hips before disappearing out of the room. After a few minutes when my ache has subsided, I walk to the kitchen and ask for a plate to take up to Arabella. Omega Dante quickly puts a plate together and then hands it to me before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take it to her?”
Shaking my head, I say, “No. It’s quite alright. She is my guest. I did this and now I will deal with it my way. Besides, I am not entirely too sure that she wouldn’t try to hurt you. Earlier she was throwing all kinds of things at me.” As I start to laugh, he looks at me funny before turning around and continuing what he was doing.
As I get ready to leave and go upstairs, he says whole heartedly over his shoulder, “That one sounds like a handful.” And then he chuckles.
I smile before turning to leave and then I walk up the stairs while I ponder exactly what I am going to say. Do I apologize for kidnapping her? Or do I simply try to become her friend and not even mention what has happened earlier?
With all these things running through my mind, I cautiously open her door to find her sitting on the edge of the bed and reading one of my favorite novels about a boy and his dog. The smile that spreads across my face must make her feel a little more at ease with me because when she looks up, she smiles and states, “This was in the bookcase over there and it looked interesting. I hope you don’t mind. I was bored and I love to read.”
At least we have one thing in common, reading. I have always loved it since I was a little boy. My dad introduced me to my first book and since then I have acquired so many that I could fill a whole house with them. My library consists of Sherlock Holmes, Stephen King, and so much more. Even the true classics intrigue me and so when she says she loves books, it simply sends thrills through me.
As I close the door behind me, I know that for once everything might turn out alright, because the first chapter of our life has come to a close and the new one has just opened.
Just as soon as I close the door, she decides to place the book down on the desk next to her before picking up a glass from earlier in the day and lobbing it at me. “How dare you! I have been stuck in here without anything to eat and I am being treated like a prisoner.” She screams at me with fire in her eyes before picking up anything else she can find to throw at me. Shocked, I watch as she acts like a two-year-old now and flings everything within walking distance at me, even though three seconds earlier she was calm and collected. Dodging expertly, I demand, “Stop! Quit acting like a child.” Pausing, she glares at me only to return to her work of destroying everything in the room. “Wow. Really?” I shake my head and decide to leave because this simply won’t do. The minute I turn around to leave, she stops and then asks in a timid tone, “Would you please stay? I am sorry and I’m really hungry.” The look o
“You will respect me if it’s the last thing I do! This is my castle and my kingdom so if you want to live you had better stop causing problems and learn to deal with the situation. Now!” I yell at the top of my lungs because Alpha Romero has decided that he wants to try and take over the throne.I watch him, as his eyes grow wide and show the fear that he is feeling right at this very moment. Then I slam my fist down on the table and state, “Leave now before I decide to rip you from limb to limb for your insolence.”He quickly stands to leave and then turns to me briefly before asking with a snide tone to his voice, “Does that apply to your little prisoner upstairs too? Or do we keep pets to play with now?”At that moment, I launch myself towards him and my claws come out. As I reach for him, I rip a huge gash in his arm. When I see blood, my instincts take over and I tear into h
After several hours of staring at the walls in my room, I decide to try and visit with her again. Perhaps this time she won’t throw things at me. Or things could take a turn for the worse. One never knows with her. As I sit here scratching my neck, I walk to her room before I figure out what to say to her. When I arrive, I unlock it and cautiously enter because it is too quiet. I was wise to hesitate, because over the next few minutes, I am pummeled by a teenager’s fists on my arm and side. This discourages me from doing anything for her. Hell, at this point I don’t even want to see her face. She screams, “I hate you! Everyone must be looking for me and you won’t let me go home. My parent’s probably think I am dead!” Now her face is so red that she looks like she could instantaneously combust. I don’t know how, but she has this tendency of making me so mad that I want to pull her pants down and spank
The moment I wake up from our little nap, I can sense that she is gone and quickly sit up before looking around the room. Of course, she is nowhere to be found. “Damn it! She tricked me.” I murmur under my breath and then scoot to the edge of the bed. After standing up, I scan the room one last time before hurrying downstairs and collecting the security team. Glancing between them all, I state, “I need to find that trouble making girl quick, if she gets back home and the humans all find out about us, we are dead. Is that understood?” They all look between one another and then nod when they return their attention to me. Realizing that the best thing to do is split up, I tell Beta Tim and Beta Peter that they need to hurry up and go up north through the woods. Beta Connie and Beta Tom head down south to the clearing and Beta Rick ends up going over to the west to the river. I on the other hand, head into town to see
“Knock” “Knock” “knock” I knock on her door and hope that she is awake, because today I am starting over with her or at least going to try anyway. By the time I woke up and took a shower, it was already 8 a.m. At 10, I must help Alpha Gerald with a project of his that requires two sets of hands, so I need to spend as much time with her between now and then that I can. When she doesn’t answer me, I grow worried and unlock the door. I scan the room, but don’t find any traces of her. Deciding to check the bathroom, the minute I am about to knock on the door, she opens it and pleasantly surprises me with a genuine smile. However, the second she realizes it is me, she puts on a scowl and starts to murmur to herself, “He could have at least waited till I was done going to the bathroom, jeez.” A little shocked at her grouchy demeanor towards me, I step back and start to frown because I am not used to people treatin
There is something about her that simply won’t allow me to rest until I see her again. It wears at me and everything I do, like a worm that burrows through an apple. So, the minute we get home, I go right to her room. “Knock” “Knock” I knock on her door and wait for her to answer it. After a few minutes, I unlock the door and open it to find her taking a nap on her bed. She looks absolutely beautiful with her hair spread across her pillow like an angel with a halo. The last thing I want to do is make her scared again, but I need to wake her so I can talk about my day with someone. I am hoping this will ease the stress between the two of us. Maybe even help her understand everything a little more of how the werewolf territories work. Who knows? One day she may even rule them with me. Sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully as to not wake her, I watch her breathe softly as her chest ris
The minute her lips open and I hear her breathlessly sigh, my pants become tighter and threaten to cut off the circulation to my ever-growing member. With this in mind, I can’t let myself go there right now. First, I need to know if she is trying to trick me or if she has really turned the corner and is settling into this awkward situation.Also, here’s the thing. I want her so bad right now that I could rip her clothes off and make wild, passionate love to her all night. But there is something holding me back. I must be in control and if she is tricking me again, I will never live this down. Not to mention, my ego will be bruised for quite a while.So, with all this floating around my brain, I take a deep breath and grab a handful of her silky hair. With my right hand, I cup her chin tightly and take her lips in mine before kissing her deeply. My tongue forces its way in and yet she doesn’t fight me.&nb
The minute I walk in the door, I am so tempted to take her right there. But when I look into her eyes as she is sprawled out on the bed so beautifully, I see that she is not at all into it. She doesn’t want me, nor does she even fully understand what she is doing to me. If she only knew that in my pants right now, is an erection so hard that I can’t barely walk without being in pain, would she even feel bad about doing this to me?Even though she is just a teenager, I get the feeling that she is used to using her body to get anything she wants. I guess I must fix this now before it goes any further. Teaching her a lesson she will remember for years, will be completely my pleasure.As I walk towards the bed, I put my best poker face on for her to see. I want her to know that I mean business and she is about to get filled by me or at least she will think. The minute I stop in front of her, I feel the tension bet