The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 19

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 19 by desirenovel

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Since that woman’s return to the human realm, I thought I’d be relieved of my problems. However, it actually worsened.

First, my council kept on fishing out information from me, asking where the queen was.

Second, since my alibi was that we were on the so-called traditional ‘saricsa’ or honeymoon on Earth terms and that I didn’t want her to get out of our bedroom, my council had been bugging me about pups. Lots and lots of them. Quadruplets if possible for her first pregnancy. I had to scowl at them and change the topic instead.

Third, were my dreams. Not only was the council been bothering me about her, but my dreams too. They were nightmares if you ask me. I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Her face, her smile, everything about her was the constant subject inside my head. Now when I really did get a night of good sleep, it was after I get dreams of her and me consummating our marriage in the most marvelous…no scratch that…awful of ways.

In my dreams, she was underneath me whilst my cock was buried inside her, not an inch wasted of my erection. Sometimes, it would be another position in another location. She was moaning and grinding her ass too. She was crying out my name. She was swallowing my cum as I emptied myself inside her mouth. I had dreams wherein I’d do the same for her, licking her pussy, sucking the sensitive flesh until she came.

Every time I wake from my dreams, I would find myself covered in sweat and my bedsheets in…cum. My body would heat up more than my transformation to a werewolf or lycan would and I’d find myself unsatisfied. I didn’t want it to be just a dream. I wanted it real. And my wolf side agreed with it a hundred percent.

But of course, I’d remind myself again why I couldn’t. My hatred for women could never and should never be quenched.

Because of this, my wolf would sulk again, growl at me, and sometimes it would even refuse to shift when I wanted to shift.

Fourth and the last, was my wrist mark. It was distracting me in everything I do. I would feel a searing pain from the edges. Sometimes, I’d even feel as if it was ripped out from me. To relieve the stressful life of being a king, I would occasionally jack myself off. Now I couldn’t do that because of the mark’s constant aching pressure.

I thought this was just a side effect of its creation. After a while, I realized it wasn’t. That the discomfort I felt on my mark was connected to that woman. Fuck.

A month had passed since then and I still couldn’t avoid these problems. My council had started to suspect me. It was understandable. They still hadn’t seen their new queen after all.

Elijah was helpful enough to direct their attention on different matters, but I know it would only be a matter of time until they found out the wedding was fake and that I had employed a woman to act as my bride.

I didn’t worry about it really. My promise was done and my father’s decree was fulfilled. The contract never stipulated anything about heirs and it never specified the length of marriage between me and my wife. These were loopholes my father never cared to fix.

However, should worse comes to worst and my council would demand me to remarry, I wouldn’t hesitate to declare reelection of my court. Surely they’d shut up quit bothering me.

‘Or how about you visit our wife on Earth? Ask her to return and become the queen luna that she is. That would be better,’ my lycan side suggested. He was the brain of us three. He would give me wisdom that I would always follow.