The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 63

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 63 by desirenovel

Serena

Excited to start with the preparations, I decided to leave Aero’s chamber early in the morning. He was still sleeping heavily and didn’t notice me when I left. In my room, I took a bath and changed. Thereafter, I went to the castle kitchen to meet with the cook. Aside from planning the menu for the party, I also needed breakfast. My stomach was growling and I owe it all to what happened last night—me getting dined instead of me dinning.

In high spirits, I then continued to the grand hall. Aero’s Omega, Chris, a charming redhead, was already at the entrance personally supervising the set-up of the tables and chairs.

“Your Highness, a pleasant morning,” he greeted, bowing low in deference to me.

I smiled and stood near the huge doorway. “Good morning to you too, Chris. So, what’s the plan?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest and staring at the enormous size of the hall.

His tall frame dwarfed me just like all the other males of this kingdom, but I noticed how dumbstruck he looked as he glanced at me.

“Uh, I was just about to ask that from you, Your Highness,” he stated. “Let me know what you need and I will have the servants procure it.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and thought well and hard.

“Hm, don’t you always plan ahead for such a grand occasion?” I asked. True that I was ecstatic with Aero’s offer, but sure enough, I would say it was at the last minute. He gave me just overnight to plan the party. How was I going to pull it off without a hitch?

“Uh, yes, we do, Your Highness,” he answered, “but this occasion is especially special because of your presence. King Aero has given me permission to use magic for the set-up of the party.”

Magic? My ears perked up.

“Wow, you know how to use it?” I tossed him a look of admiration. I definitely didn’t know werewolves have that ability.

But Chris immediately waved his hands.

“Oh no, Your Highness,” he smiled awkwardly. “What I meant was, I am allowed to use mage spells to aid you in whatever you want for the party.”

I blinked a couple of times until I was able to process it right.

“Oh, I see, then that’s sweet,” I grinned. No wonder the king wasn’t worried about me supervising the party. With magic and from a mage at that, my imagination could soar high.

“Okay, then, before we start, tell me about your past snow moon balls. What was it like?”

He paused for a moment and scratched his head.

“Er, actually, the last snow moon ball we had was before the late king died. That was more or less a hundred years ago.”

“What?!” My eyes widened.

Then, I felt a presence behind me, so I turned around. It was the crown prince. He smiled at me first before turning to Chris and signaling him to leave.

“I’m sure from the little information Earth has on us, you should know by now werewolves live up to thousands of years, Serena,” Prince Elijah stated once we were alone.

“Prince Elijah, good morning,” I greeted, arching my brow and grinning at him.

“Hello, sister-in-law, I hadn’t seen you for a few days. How has it been?”

“Still holding on to my sanity, thank God,” I replied, still crossing my arms. “You busy?”

“I am, yes,” he answered, but then I saw him scrutinizing me without reservation.

“What?” I asked.

“Hmm, there’s something different about you now,” he declared. “I couldn’t pinpoint out what.”

At the back of my head, I was snickering. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but unfortunately, I wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to him. It had to be Aero.

“Hm, it’s the dress maybe?” was my alibi, pointing to my turtleneck gown. If I had worn a different gown then he’d surely see the many love marks on my neck that hasn’t healed. “Anyway, Chris said the last snow moon ball was more or less a hundred years ago?”

He nodded and fortunately, jumped to the topic.

“Yes, that was when father still lived. He and mother loved to hold the snow moon ball every year. It adds to the anticipation of the most-awaited phase of the moon where pretty much orgies and lots of babies happen.”

I gulped in response. Orgies and babies. Huh. Figures.

“When father died, you could say my brother stopped the snow moon ball. There hasn’t been any since then. I’m surprised to learn that he is holding one tonight. Maybe it has something to do with you? Did you charm him already?”

His brows then wiggled, teasing me.

I acted like I didn’t notice it, choosing to stare at the servants fixing the tables.

“Hey, were you listening to me?” He snapped his fingers near my face.

“I was,” I answered, laughing deep inside. “How old are you now?”

“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” His brows furrowed.

“You said werewolves live for thousands of years and judging from the last snow moon ball in this castle, I’m thinking you and the king are about a hundred years old?”

Yeah, it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that my husband was centuries older than me, but that’s the beauty of being in a different realm I guess.

“I’m 422,” he replied simply. Aero is 629. It’s basic math in our realm. On Earth, it’s 22 and 29. We just slash the third digit.”

I inwardly whistled.

“Wow, you guys ′are’ really old.”

“Time in all realms are different, sister-in-law,” he crossed his arms over his chest and smugly smiled at me. “It’s a bit confusing if you ask me so we prefer to stick on Earth time as our constant reference.”

Wanting to join with the decorating too, I grabbed my own box, went to the royal platform, and started the arduous duty of securing the decors on the walls…

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Chris asked, nearing me with concern etched on his face some three hours later. I was doing a few retouches of the table decors when I suddenly groaned in pain, quickly touching my forehead in an attempt to nurse it.

“Yes, I’m okay,” I told him, smiling weakly. “I just had a sudden headache. Nothing severe.”

His shoulders relaxed and the concern on his face lightened.

“You need to rest though. You’ve been up and about since this morning, Your Highness,” he stated.

I easily dismissed him with a wave of a hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. We just need to finish decorating and we’ll be done.”

He didn’t look convinced with my words but nevertheless remained silent, hesitantly left me, and continued to supervise the servants.

I took a late lunch inside my chamber thereafter with Rhea accompanying me. Aero visited sometime later but since Rhea and I were already busy preparing for the ball, he left instead, but not before giving me a heated stare.

With the help of two other female servants, I was dressed in the most exquisite ball gown I had ever worn in two tones: silver and gold. My corset almost took all of my breath away, but it did provide quite a good lift for my breasts. The design was an off-shoulder neckline but with a sheer-lace fabric to cover my neck and arms. Sewn on it were also jewels, chandelier style, to create an illusion that I was wearing a necklace, but in reality, it was so that my hickeys would be appropriately covered.

To highlight my slender neck and the gorgeous up-do that one of the maids created, I used teardrop earrings—a combination of diamond and opal, and to complete my ensemble, I wore four-inch heels. With how tall the king was, I didn’t think the added height would level our heads, but it would help with kissing him easily.

“Your robe, Your Highness,” the other maid stated, lifting the thick, white garment up with both of her hands. This would be my second time using this robe. The first was that party celebrated in my honor. Aero’s eyes lit up seeing me wearing it at that time, but he never gave a word. I wondered now if he would be different.

“You look breathtaking, Serena,” Rhea commented when I stood in front of the human-sized mirror in all of my glory, “but there’s one thing missing.”

“What is?” I arched a brow, looking at her reflection.

“Your crown,” she pointed out.

I looked up and true enough, I agreed with her. A crown would actually better complete my appearance.

“Oh, yeah, that one,” I sighed. “The king doesn’t seem to wear one, so I’m thinking I didn’t need one too?”

“You certainly need one,” she said, knitting her brows, “You’re the queen of this kingdom.”

“That’s fine,” I gave her a lopsided smile. “Anyway, I prefer to be modest this way.”

“Well, it’s your call,” she shrugged her shoulders and thereafter pulled an item from the vanity table, “And the last touch is this.”

I took it from her hand and wore it without the need for a tie. Lord Mage Aizen had wittily imbued magic on the masks so that they wouldn’t fall off our faces.

“His Majesty won’t have any difficulty recognizing you, Your Highness. We are sure of it,” one of the maids exclaimed, bearing pride in her eyes. The second one giggled as if she knew already my appearance would affect a certain lengthy muscle of the king’s.

Deep inside, I giggled too. Now I couldn’t really wait to meet him like this.