The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 26

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 26 by desirenovel

Aero

For the first time ever, I was glad the healers in my kingdom were mostly female. Three of the best lined up to meet me in my throne room when I summoned for them. They were nervous inside. I could easily sense it as I gave them a careful once-over.

“You will be taking care of the queen. She is sick. I want to know everything about her status, her prognosis, and the medications she will take.”

By the mention of the queen, their eyes somehow lit up. They looked at each other and nodded subtly before one curly-haired healer said, “It is an honor for us to heal the queen, Your Majesty. We will do our best.”

“William, take them to my chamber,” I ordered, looking at my beta who was dressed in his official royal uniform of emerald green and gold. As my first cousin on the father’s side, he was the best man for the position. Plus, he was skilled in combat and politics. Like Elijah, he was indispensable.

He lowered his head first before guiding the healers out of my throne room. I sighed thereafter, thinking of just how much this arrangement had gone out of control.

First, was Sedsah, my ever-dependable augur. He had foreseen the queen’s ill state the moment I transported back to my realm. With that, he immediately went to me, offering his healing skills. In a heartbeat, I declined. I didn’t want any man to touch her even if he was the doctor.

Second, were my council. They had sought an audience with me for whatever reason, but since I prioritized meeting the healers, they had to stand outside the throne room and wait for my signal.

“Come in,” was my cue and at the opening of the double doors by the two stationed guards, the council members came rushing inside.

“Your Majesty,” they chorused and all knelt on one knee before straightening up. There were exactly fourteen of them. All loyal to the crown. All loyal to my father. I was yet to test how loyal they were to me, but so far, in my ten years of being their alpha king, they were doing good.

Until they conspired to have me wedded just to fulfill the final decree of my father…fuck.

The council was composed of the head of the packs in my kingdom. Only a couple of them were clean-shaven, most have beards or goatees that were either graying due to old age or in the shade of black or brown to keep up with the trend. Some had protruding bellies, some were muscular and fit, some were too old to stay as head of the pack and must be replaced.

The packs of my kingdom were based on the skills they specialized in. It had been a long-held tradition to use the kingdom’s native plant, Sam’rha, where its translucent white flower decides where the person belonged to.

At age six, the child will under the initiation. With the high priest presiding, the child will have to hold a flower bud of Sam’rha and wait for the light of the full moon to touch it. The color of the flower bud changes thereafter depending on which pack the child was destined to.

It’s an absolute decree. A will of the Goddess so they say, but I had always thought of it as bullshit. The Goddess for me was just a made-up entity by Sedsah and my father in order to poison the minds of the people; give them something to hope for and believe in. Make them believe in that crappy word called destiny.

However, as far as the flower’s sorting skill goes, it had never made a mistake. The packs were formed in a rather organized way. Yellow was the flower color for the healer pack; blue for those person’s best suited for the kingdom’s line of defense and the people’s safety, orange for gardening and agriculture, purple for engineering and research, green for education and literature, red for artistry and craftsmanship, and so on and so forth that I didn’t have the enthusiasm to enumerate.

Now, fourteen heads looked up at me; in their eyes a clear indication of a rather unexpected question.