Mated To The Alpha King (by Gabriella) novel Chapter 3

Instead of an old man, it is a younger and more handsome man. His hair is a bit long, pulled back in a bun. Normally it will look ugly on a male werewolf but this guy... it makes him look handsome and dangerous. Wearing a black shirt, Alpha Blake stands out among his warriors and pack members. His large frame and tall height take him to an advantage, making him look like a real leader. With his hair and tribal tattoos, I can see every girl in our pack is captivated.

But not me.

“A pleasure to welcome you in our home, Alpha Blake,” my father approaches and welcomes with a smile.

“You call for a truce, Alpha Robert?” he asks, his voice deep and foreign. His accent sounds like what a foreign savage would usually sound like. But it sounds so attractive and husky. It suits him.

“Yes, we are hoping you will accept our humble offers for peace,” my father explains, signaling others to show Alpha Blake all the foods that have been prepared and all the golds he has gathered for this special night.

“Peace?” Alpha Blake asks and I feel my heart beating fast, hoping he will accept.

“Y-Yes, peace, Alpha Blake,” father replies. “I humbly ask that you accept my truce. This is everything I can give you and it will mean a lot to me and for my pack. Let’s forget the past and move on from the wars we’ve fought. It’s time for an era of peace and prosperity between our packs.”

There is silence for a moment. But then Alpha Blake grabs my father by the neck and the whole crowd gasps. The warriors quickly scatter around, ready to strike right before Alpha Blake makes a move to my father. The enemy warriors readied as well to strike. I see my mother crying as she watches my father, being held by the neck. I feel like my body is frozen as everybody else panics.

Alpha Blake grins, as if delighted by the commotion he’s caused among our pack. His fangs showed off and his eyes are darkening. “Our pack doesn’t forget, Alpha Robert. You call us savages, you belittled my warriors, started fire in my territory, and now you call for a truce?” He laughs evilly, so much hate written across his face. “You will die tonight, Alpha Robert,” he promises, “and your pack will be mine.”

Just before he can do something that will seal the fate of my life and my pack, I run to them in haste, screaming at the top of my lungs, “No! Stop! Please!”

With my short dress, I know my panties are already showing, revealing my fair legs. My heels are making it even harder to run. Alpha Blake instantly removes his hand from my father’s neck the moment he sees me. Whether because of his curiosity of who I am or his surprise, I will never know. I approach him with reddened cheeks. He stares at me, speechless, awaiting me to say something.

Anything.