Todos os capítulos de Resisting The Alpha King: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Bailey's homeeee!" Lisa announced cheerily the moment I stepped into the house. Tiny feet scuffled in the floor board and I left out a small Yelp as her arms snakes around my legs. " You're home!" "Yes, yes." I beamed, the initial annoyance of the overhyped ritual long forgotten. " How are you…" " So nice of you to join us." I could recognize that voice anywhere. If my life were to be a high school movie, I'd have said it was my rival wannabe queen B. But seeing my life was far from a high school setting, my gaze landed on the slightly above thirty something year old woman stood at the dining, a red ladle in her grip. I'm sure if she had her way, that ladle would be tangled up in my blonde locs. " Did you get into any trouble on your way home?" "Good evening to you too, mum." I stressed the endearment at the end of my statement, making sure my sarcasm was sharp on my tongue. " I had some business to attend to." "Was that business so important you had to skip making dinner?" Her ey

Alpha's P.O.V The irony of today's events were almost as hilarious as Eric dressed in his royal golden robes, robes made for the groom. He was all smiles and laughter, his jewellery glittering each time he waved at the people who came to pay greetings to us . I could feel the infectiousness in the air and shook my head. Indeed this was a joyous occasion, finally someone in the royal family had decided to get a mate. The ball became quiet. I could feel the eyes of the people towards me. They were expecting my big opening speech for the ceremony. I turned and looked at my beta. “Are you excited, Eric?” I asked him. “not in the least, but a mate must be picked.” I let out a harsh laugh and nodded. He had the spirit. Mates were necessary, but it was unfortunate they had to be women. I dreaded the day I'd be forced to finally pick mine. All they would cause was problems and more harm than could be accounted for. But for now, I could support Eric, as his alpha and cousin. “Welcome, e

I was sat atop the queen sized bed, the maroon colored duvet around me looking like dry blood against my dirty and dust stained dress. From the eyes of a painter or photographer, I looked like I was sitting in my own blood, just waiting to pass out any moment. Peeping from the lacy covers that bordered the bed, I found a vanity bigger than my mum's. Next to it was an even bigger mirror. I stole a quick glance and I felt repulsed. My blonde hair was a tangled mess, dirty streaks giving me new highlights I didn't ask for. By my right was a bedside table, a walk in wardrobe and a beautiful bookshelf, all in the same set. "Stop admiring anything, you moron." I facepalmed myself hard. I pressed my palm against my nose and only when I felt pain, did I stop. "You're trapped in here and you're gawking like a three year old on Christmas Eve." After Noah had walked out on me, the previous day, leaving me all alone in the room, I did nothing. There was nothing I could do. You know that feelin

He stopped next to the bed, and picked up the dress in one swift motion. As I watched him pick up the dress, my heart started racing. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: anger, confusion, and a strange attraction. He delicately twirled a piece of the fabric on his fingers and I saw it sparkle a bit. "This would have looked really good on you, you know," he said, breaking my chain of thoughts again. My anger flared up. "Is that why you sent your maids to play dress up with me? For your pleasure?" I seethed, clenching my fists. "Not necessarily," he replied, taking a step towards me. "I just wanted to get you in a clean set of clothes. You looking aesthetically pleasing to the eyes would just be an added bonus." I was so angry that I couldn't control myself. "Pervert," I let out through clenched teeth. "Not only are you proud, you're also a fucking pervert!" As he took a step towards me, I instinctively stepped back. He continued coming closer until my back came in contact w

Who.. who are you?" I stammered. My teeth were chattering as I raised a finger at him. " Who the hell are you?!" "I'm sorry I frightened you." He really did look sorry. " I didn't mean to. We'd been knocking at your door with no response, so I let myself in." "You haven't answered my question." I didn't want to hear any excuses. I just wanted to know who the fuck he was. " I'm not going to ask you again." "I'm Gustav." He stood straight, something glinting on his wrist. It was a gold bracelet. Almost every guard in the palace had one. I may or may not have snuck a glance at all of them a couple of times " Your personal bodyguard and royal escort." As I looked at Gustav, my heartbeat began to slow down. I could see the concern in his eyes, and I realized that my reaction to his presence was a bit extreme. I felt a bit embarrassed, and I hoped that he would not judge me for it. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "Gustav," I repeated his name in a softer tone. "I'm sor