The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 41: orchids and readings.Mattel wakes from his sleep in the same instant way that he has a tendency towards.This means that Regina doesn’t have the time she needs to pull away and pretend she hadn’t been hovering over him, peering down at his features with curious (fascinated) abandon.Mattel opens his eyes to Regina’s face floating just inches above his, doe eyes round and glittering in the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, seeming almost comically wide from the present angle below his nose.Heat floods Regina’s cheeks as she freezes, flustered, mouth parting and no explanation forthcoming save for incomprehensible stutters.Mattel’s lips quirk upwards, transforming the expressionless cold into something undeniably warm, creasing his features with lines that pull a helpless smile in turn from Regina’s own lips despite the blush still marring his cheeks.“May I help you?” Mattel rumbles, perfectly polite even in the early morni

. The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 43: but where to? .Mattel feels a stark possessiveness well up inside of him; this constant, ever-present desire to claim and hold and mine. (Mattel has only ever known that anything good and warm is fleeting; it’s ingrained within him a vile sort of desperation to hold onto said things, because he’s only ever seen them depart, soon after.)Helpless.That’s the way Regina makes him feel. Like he’s no longer in control of his own faculties, his senses entirely wrapped up in trying to ascertain where Regina is at all times; in trying to catalogue and take in all the mesmerising curves of her features, the light catching in her eyes, the sound she makes when her breath hitches as Mattel’s lips press against hers.Her scent, sweet and floral and not unlike what Mattel might have imagined of that elusive paradise, had he ever permitted himself to dare think of something as holy and sacred as that.Mattel, that dark and loathed and treacherous

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 45: beginning of the end .Regina's steps echoed loudly in the empty corridors of the castle, her anger propelling her forward with a fierce determination. Every footfall reverberated through the silent halls, a testament to the turmoil raging within her as she approached the door to her and the king's chambers.Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one vying for dominance as she struggled to make sense of the tumultuous thoughts that consumed her. Betrayal, anger, confusion, fear – they all mingled together in a tangled web of conflicting desires and uncertainties, threatening to overwhelm her with their intensity.With a trembling hand, Regina pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the opulent chamber beyond. The air was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and roses, a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within her. But she paid it no mind as she made her way to the nearby restroom, her steps quick and purposeful.O

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 47: a difficult decision .Regina sat in the back of the horse’s cart, straightening up as soon as they got close to the border dividing the human world and the werewolf territory.They were at Penn Station precisely. Regina looked at the driver and knew she had a difficult decision to make.She could just maybe, do away with the driver. After all she didn’t want to be seen, and the driver could be easily identified from by the same securities that she didn’t want to identify her, but Regina really didn’t want to do anything messy like, you know, killing people. She was an omega, not a butcher. So Regina made a few quick calculations in her head, about 13,000 different horses in the king’s kingdom, 14% of horse drivers were old men who didn’t have any other source of living and this guy had a fairly common name, adding in casual misunderstandings which would make all old drivers seem the same, maybe it might be more difficult to find this g

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 49: a cause of no return .Later that night, Felix and Regina wrapped themselves in individual pockets of perfect silence as they boarded the taxi to the Gallileo Galilei planetarium. The building was made of a sparkled sphere embedded with a hundreds of flickering white lights, surrounded by a wheel of glass that glittered black at night.In the planetarium, while Regina and Felix stood, hands barely touching in awe at the beauty of the starry night, Regina mused sadly that it wasn’t necessarily the submissiveness or even the shame of being an omega that hurt the most, it was that she had lost the right to make choices. The moment she discovered what they had been planning in the palace. Heck, she was the one with the baby but apparently she would have no say in this.Betas and Nulls (those without any designation) could choose their lovers, find someone who met their constellation of requirements and settle down. And there’s something magi