The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 33

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 33 by desirenovel

Aero

Said that it was customary for the king and queen to enter together during a party, so here I was, standing behind the door of the grand ballroom, waiting for her to arrive.

Let’s be clear, I was forced to do this by Phanteon’s tradition. If I had control, I would never wait for that woman on any given day, time or occasion. The fact that I was still married to her under the people’s eyes added to my problem. It basically prohibited me from avoiding her and unfortunately forced me into approving the council’s request for a banquet in her honor.

I had been waiting for almost fucking ten minutes, scowling; my mouth drew into a grim line; my hands tightly clenched. I had no patience over such female preparations. Such outside appearance didn’t matter when their character was still rotten to the core. It had sickened me watching these stupid women flaunt their fineries in the past, it still sickened me today, and this night didn’t hold any difference.

My wolf however thought otherwise. It howled inside when it felt a sudden pull behind me. I gaped, my mind turning blank when after turning around, I saw a shimmering gown float effortlessly towards me. It was in some shade of pink and blue, framed by…to my surprise…a thick white robe that spilled to the floor.

I’d recognize this robe anywhere. It was created for the queen…for the first luna…but my whore of a mother never used it because she didn’t like the pureness of the color. She preferred a red robe just like my father’s. That was exactly the reason why I had never worn the king’s robe. It was tainted with her distasteful memory.

Hiking my sight up to the owner’s face, I found my fake wife already looking at me with a serene expression of contentment. Despite my better judgment, I admitted she looked stunning.

And seeing her wear the white robe, I was beyond pleased. It indeed brought a whole new meaning to the robe’s purpose. A sudden swell of pride hit me. I rushed to contain it, fearing it would manifest as a smile on my face.

“You’re late,” I stated flatly, sending her a scrutinizing eye.

“Sorry to be not sorry, Your Majesty,” she replied, flashing her sly smile. “Rhea and the other maids-in-waiting got carried away with dolling me up. Your brother specifically said I should look my best on my first party.”

‘Yeah, they did their job right,’ my mind commented after examining her entire form. She only wore stud earrings, a pendant necklace, and the queen’s crown as fineries and nothing more. The gown she wore complimented her skin and it fitted her curves just right.

‘Curves…’ On cue, my eyes landed on her cleavage. I inwardly groaned again in response.

“An unnecessary party if I should say so myself. Know that this wasn’t my plan,” I lashed.

“I know,” she grinned and with that, I saw a vixen under a sheep’s clothing. She earlier said she was different from the general female population. I couldn’t agree more. She was the most dangerous of all.

“Let’s go?” she said and then boldly clutched my elbow.

I cringed at the contact but I reminded myself this was all for show. After this night’s banquet, I’ll be back inside my chamber relaxing, or better yet, doing a run along the hills of Phanteon and stay the night inside my manor away from this woman.

Two knocks and the enormous double doors opened for us. My beta introduced us with a loud voice and we started our way to the throne platform.

I looked straight, not at all in the mood to meet anyone’s eye, but for my first-time queen, she responded to the greetings of my subjects with much enthusiasm. They were enthusiastic themselves and it looked like they were happy to ignore my chilly mood.

Traitors, the lot of them.

Now, whoever reinstalled this blasphemous object without my permission deserved an award. They better ready their furs skinned down to their paws for displeasing me.

As I looked at my fake wife sitting in the royal seat, bubbling anger started inside me. Anger directed to her or to the throne or to myself, I couldn’t really be sure which was which but it was tangible on my skin and I just wanted it out. I wanted to thrash. I wanted to howl and break someone’s bone. I wanted to start a fucking fight…

‘Calm now, brother, I could see your sour face surfacing all the way from here,’ my brother’s words filled my head in an instant. I turned to the source and saw him sitting at the left side of the ballroom, in a table next to Alpha Kade, the alpha of Jaxis, a place in my kingdom where combat and skills were honed for my army.

With the two of them together in one table, the female population in the party was already in chaos. It was sickening to watch how they were both flocked and fawned over.

‘You actually still have the time to watch me when there are lots of leeches there with you,’ I grounded, mind-liking him.

He snickered at me and slightly shook his head. ‘No, brother, I only got my eyes set on one woman only now.’

‘Huh, that’s a first,’ I answered mockingly, then rerouted my eyes to the numerous guests before me. Sure enough, my bubbling anger earlier had dissipated a little because of Elijah’s interruption. I was calmer now. I was more in control of my emotions. Instead of entertaining my hatred of the queen’s throne, I decided to ignore it, and yes, as a result, ignore her too.

I ate and she ate. Not her and definitely not me, decided to start a conversation. I let the music and the noise of the guests bury the silence that surrounded us. For a moment it was all good until a certain gate crasher arrived and made my lycan side stand on guard.

It was Lord Ziur fucking Hale Lioncourt.