Saved For The Alpha

After my first night as queen, my king lay next to me.  He is perfect in every way, but for some reason he never touched me.  It was the exact opposite of what I had thought it would be.  I remember that I was so scared and worried that he would try something, anything.When I first set eyes on him, he made me feel strange and I can't explain it.  His gorgeous green eyes peered right into my soul and his lean but muscular body made it really hard to look away.  Right then and there, I wanted to run away and yet I was captivated by his power.My mother certainly knew what she was doing when she bought me this dress and these undergarments, because the minute he saw them on me I could tell that he wanted to eat me alive.  The only bad thing is, I am beginning to doubt myself.  Perhaps, I had imagined it all.Laying there, I watch how his body reacts to my touch while he is sleeping.  He snores lightly, making me giggle just

Waking up, I hear all kinds of commotion in the room.  "Get up my queen.  You have a busy day of travel and visiting the other territories packs today.  Our king will introduce you to everyone now that you are here."  Monique states as she folds my undergarments and pulls the sheets off of me.  "My king specifically asked me to hurry up and get you dressed so you can get going.  You need to be on the road by 10 to be able to reach all the destinations before nightfall."  She says as her face shows signs of stress already so early in the morning.There are two others in the room with me that I have not seen before and I automatically pull the sheets back to hide my naked body.  Monique notices that I hide and says, "This is Natasha and Svetlana.  They have also seen more than their share of nudity."  They look at each other smiling and giggle.It makes me wonder if they have seen more than they say and did m

I wake up the next morning and to my surprise, he never came to bed.  The bed sheets are still made, and everything is as I left it.  Confused by the situation, I decide to confront him today and find out exactly what is going on.  After all, I do deserve to know what he is thinking if it is going to directly affect our relationship or shall I say the lack thereof.Making sure the bookmark is still intact, I place the book back on the desk before running a bath.  Hearing a noise while waiting, I cautiously glance around the corner of the door and spy on Dominic as he changes his clothes.  Clearly, he must think I am somewhere else because the next thing he does before he pulls on his pants, is to relieve his tension. Watching him, my desire for his touch is amplified when he throws back his head and howls while he touches himself.  The minute he climaxes, his whole-body freezes, and he must sense me staring at him because then he rel

After a long boring day, I lay on the couch reading a particularly steamy story, when Dominic opens the door violently.  He swings it with such force that when it collides with the wall, the painting of his father falls to the ground.  When he turns to glare at me, I know that I must have done something wrong, but I have no idea what or how because I have been cooped up in this room all day long.  Not feeling well, after lunch I came back to my room and decided on taking it easy for the day.  Matter of fact, when he came in just now it is the first time today, I have seen Dominic at all.  Earlier, Monique came by to make sure I was doing alright and then she said, “I have heard rumors of him spending time with another older woman in the banquet hall.  No one knows who she is, but from what I gather she is not from this territory.” Worried beyond belief, I glance away and move to the love seat by the window before hearing him start to yel

“Monique, who is that gentleman?”  I point to a man in the corner of the dining room who seems to not know anyone here.  “I believe that is Alpha Erickson.  I overheard the men talking earlier while I was coming to get you.  They said that he is the Alpha for one of the southern territories and next in succession to Dominic if something were to ever happen to our King.  That is, if he does not have a suitable heir in the meantime.”  She says discreetly as she whispers in my ear. “What do you mean by suitable heir?  Is there such a thing as an unsuitable heir?”  I frown, because at this rate he won’t have either of them if anything were to happen to him. “Well, a suitable heir would be one between the union of the two of you.  An unsuitable one, would be him and another mate besides yourself.  You know, someone not agreed upon by the elders or yourself usually.  If he were to lie with someone else and have