The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 44

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 44 by desirenovel

Serena

With unsteady breath, I looked up and saw the man I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Get the fucking up,” King Aero barked, but even with him ordering, he reached out to me and assisted me to stand.

“King Aero,” I muttered in disbelief. ‘He is here! Why is he here!’ my head cried out.

His hold around my waist tightened and I was left struggling to breathe with this.

“Contain your fear, woman. I could feel it even when I was in Ehnrelil,” he ordered.

I stilled and willed myself to relax.

“You could? How?” I asked, the fear and panic I felt earlier were washed away with his presence, and…oh, so was the throbbing headache and the pulsating white light in my eyes.

Now, in his arms…pressed up against his body…feeling his warmth, feeling his slow breathing, I felt secure. Protected. Loved?

He paused for a moment, gazed down at me with unreadable eyes, and then, dropped my ass on the ground.

“Ow!” I cried out whilst shooting him a glare. Fuck the L word. He is still an asshole!

Instead of answering my question, he walked past me in quick strides; his attention embedded on the murder site.

For a moment, fear washed all over me again thinking he might run into the cloaked killer, but as I watched, he charged straight ahead without worry, putting off an aura that of a fearless king.

In haste, I stood up, placing a hand over my mouth just to be sure, but I only saw the king near the dead bodies. No sign of the killer at all.

“These are witches.” I picked up his words. He knelt next to one with wavy, blonde hair and surveyed her godawful appearance.

“I saw a cloaked person earlier holding a bloody sword,” I stated, moving a little closer to him.

“Deep stab wounds, gaping laceration on their chest and neck…yes, they were killed with that weapon,” he told me confidently.

I stayed silent, but vigilant with our surroundings.

It looked like he was the same judging from the hard expression on his face and the way he lifted his chin up as if sniffing.

Afterward, he stood up and faced me.

“Let’s get you out of this place,” he said in a grave tone.

He neared me, grabbed my elbow, and pulled me with him before I could even respond.

As best as I could, I matched his quick pace of walking. The terrain we trekked was uneven and there were certain parts where the ground was slippery. With his back to me, it may not look like he cared but he was holding my elbow tight, making sure I wouldn’t fall on the ground.

Or at least that’s what I could read from his actions. There was no harm in hoping right?

“Hey, why are we walking when you could just poof us out of this forest?” I asked.

Silence.

That was his response. As always… No nod, or a grumble, or even a look on my way.

I decided to let the subject go. After all, I was having fun admiring the view of his broad shoulders and his dark hair that had always enticed me to comb with my fingers.

Minutes later, I started to recognize the path we were in. This was the path to the golden lake. The king continued straight, pulling me like a collared puppy, but then he suddenly stopped and for the first time since we met in this realm, I saw the raw emotion in his eyes.

“Your Majesty?” I stated, moving in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

He was staring at the lake past the trees, looking so engrossed and so…lost. I made a mental note of it and gave him time; time for whatever he was sinking in.

“A distasteful memory just crossed my mind. Come,” he stated abruptly right after a strong breeze passed us. Before I could dig deeper into it, he pulled me by the elbow again and led me out of the forest.

“Brother! You’re here?” Prince Elijah shouted the moment he saw us exit the rows of bushes. He jogged towards us with his brows all crinkled, no doubt confused as I was as to the king’s presence in the area. “You’re supposed to be in the meeting. Is it done already?”

“No,” King Aero simply said, staring at him with gravity.

“But why are yo—” Prince Elijah fell silent.

Rhea and I watched the brothers look at each other as if they were communicating telepathically—which for me wouldn’t be a surprise. Hollywood werewolves do. Directors and producers must have patterned it from the real deal, a.k.a. Phanteon’s werewolves.

“Alright, I understand,” Prince Elijah finally said with a nod. He looked at me and Rhea with so much seriousness I had never seen in him and then gestured to the coach.

“Will you come with me, ladies? Our time here is over.”

I cast a look at the king’s way and found him already staring at me.

“Will you be going with us?” I broke out without a thought, keeping my face from showing anymore worry than it already had.

“I need to return to the meeting,” he said, standing still.

“And the…bodies?” I asked, worrying about the witches despite already dead.

With this, Rhea furrowed her brows. She tipped her head to the side and gave me a silent question. I wasn’t able to answer her because the king grabbed my wrist and redirected my attention to him.