The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 30

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 30 by desirenovel

Aero

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It seemed that the decision to sleep beside her was wrong. Fuck.

I didn’t need to ask her what happened to us exactly. I didn’t need to know at all. The mess we were in was enough to fill me with…displeasure. I didn’t need to know who started embracing who—although I had the fucking feeling it was I who initiated it—shit. What I just needed to do was to extricate myself out of the bed, to be far away from her as possible, and do it with fucking dignity.

I couldn’t ignore our situation nor could I ignore the fact that I just spilled my cum right on her front. Agreed, this was an embarrassing thing to happen even for my standards and I just couldn’t believe this woman had it all registered in her brain.

Seeing as I had no escape in this predicament, I growled low and speedily pulled myself up, positioned my weight on top of her whilst seizing her wrists and placing them over her head.

In response, she gasped. Her eyes rounded in shock, but I could easily see the unexpressed question in them: what the fuck was I doing?

Well…dear wife, I was just going to threaten you.

“Nobody…” I stated in a tone rich with hostility, “should know what happened here. If you yap, you’ll suffer consequences, queen or not.”

I was confident that would do the trick, but instead of cowering and obediently nodding, she replied with fire and boldness in her eyes.

“I am not the type who goes around gossiping, Your Majesty.”

I smirked at her statement.

“Hm, oh really? All women are the same. They have loose tongues.”

“Certainly not this woman!” she spat, sending me a laser-like glare. Guess I just hit her ego right there. Good.

Out of the blue, I caught a whiff of something aromatic, sweet-scented; filling my nostrils with quick euphoria. However, it was just faint and short-lived so I decided to ignore it.

“So you claim to be different…” I muttered, sparing a glance at her heaving chest and her cleavage that was trying to get my attention.

She squirmed underneath me, but I automatically tightened my hold on her.

“I am different!” she cried out, clenching her teeth. “Whatever the reason why you hated our gender, whatever you saw in us, do not judge me the same.”

“Prove it then,” I dared. “Show me that you are different.”

“Spend time with me first in order to get to know me better, then and then you’ll see just how different I am,” she replied with determination.

“Then you’re staying in my kingdom,” I ordered in finality. I released her wrists and straightened, our conversation done in my opinion. I planned to extract myself out of her presence but she was quick to grab my elbow and pull me to face her.

“Wait, what?!” I saw the slight panic in her eyes. “But I need to go back to Earth!” she shouted. “I was referring to you spending time with me there! Not here!”

I growled low, my patience already wearing thin.

“I kept my end of the bargain. I sent you back to the human realm. You, however, ended up in the vampire realm yourself and despite my busy schedule, I had to get your ass out of that place. I saved you from total brainwashing. I have done too much for you, woman. I refuse to do more.”

A bit of color drained from her face. “I thought you hated my presence here…” she whispered, somewhat unsure of her claim. Her eyes wandered on the floor, maybe trying to recollect evidence that would back her words against me. “I thought…I thought you want nothing to do with me? Why order me to stay now?!”

“Don’t get me wrong, woman,” I whispered back. “I. STILL. DO.” Lifting my right arm up—the same arm she had chosen to hold me—I showed her the wrist mark I had no doubt she would remember. “But you left me a big headache in return.”

I noticed the recognition in her eyes as she stared at it. I wasn’t a mind reader nor a psychic but I was certain I saw discomfort on her face first as she cringed, then hesitation as her eyes lowered and avoided mine. It was followed by what looked like embarrassment as a bright red tinge transiently appeared on her cheeks. Lastly, determination as she took a deep breath and looked back at me.

The boldness I saw in her earlier was reignited. Although I disliked it, it was a breath of fresh air from all the women I came across as too frightened of me.

“We fix this problem first,” I continued, my voice still low and calculating. “Once done, then that’s the time I sent you back to your beloved Earth.”

Not liking how dominating her grip felt on my elbow, I reversed our positions to my advantage. I twisted our arms, grabbed her shoulders quickly, and pinned her back to the mattress.

She squirmed, but seeing just how much I enjoyed her struggle, she stopped instead and asked, “How do you suppose we erase these marks then?”

“I am still looking for an answer. In the meantime, fulfill your duties as the Queen of Phanteon.”

She chuckled dryly.

“Like I have a choice on the matter. Are you done barking orders now?”

I paused and contemplated her question for a quarter of a minute. “For now, yes,” I answered thereafter, but the short length of time was enough to divert my attention on another serious matter.

Hmmm… what was that smell? my mind commented after catching the awfully good scent again. My wolf and lycan side however knew exactly the answer and for the first time since my wedding, we three agreed on one fact:

She smells so good…

I breathed deeper, taking all of her potent scent in, but it was still not enough. I had to get to the source.

“Then would you mind if you get off of me now?” she voiced out, interrupting my train of thought.

She smells so good…

“You smell so…good.” I stiffened after realizing I just verbalized the words in my head. I inwardly hissed. Damn, I couldn’t take back what I said.

Confusion clouded her eyes.

At a loss for words and in the beginnings of getting drunk with her scent, I did what I was powerfully compelled to do at that very moment.

I dove in and sniffed her, trying to look for the very source of my intoxication. I felt her stiffen as the tip of my nose met the skin of her neck.

“So sweet…”

“Your Ma…jes…ty?” she stammered to say. I ignored her, continuing down her chest.