The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 46 by desirenovel
Usually, meetings with the other leaders of the realm were as boring as hell. Well, except for the routine rivalry among some of them that would end up on binge drinking, but on this occasion, inside the fae realm, it was particularly special.
Ehnrelil had closed its doors centuries ago. The last time I heard it accepted someone not fae was at the funeral of their previous king, King Alduin. After that, they had closed their realm to outsiders under the new rule of the widowed queen, Queen Adna. I was just a young wolf back then, hopelessly needing company.
As to why she did so, nobody knew, but rumors said it had something to do with the dead king’s brother, High Elder Geraden.
Now, as I wondered, why would she welcome us again? There must be a backstory to this invitation and I couldn’t wait to uncover it.
I sat next to the King of Sattus—the only man in the meeting room who had the deadliest aura. It was no wonder since he was the ruler of the dead. On Earth, humans call him Hades. Here, he was nameless. Or at least, we never knew his name and didn’t care to find out. On my left was the King of Zaxonia, King Lucien, living in the realm of mythical creatures, dragons, and such. Word has it he was the son of a celestial being; would have had the chance to live in the celestial realm but decided to stay because of a woman.
Hmf. I scoffed. All because of a woman.
Moving forward, my eyes roamed to six other leaders: Lady Yllana, the Elemental Witch in the realm of witches; Lord Jacobi, representing the mage realm, Prince Andrei for the Demon World; the Celestial God, Andrius, who was rather sending sharp glances at King Lucien, and of course, I couldn’t ignore the fucking blood-sucking dickhead of the vampire world, Lord Hale, and the host herself, Queen Adna of the fae realm. Sitting next to her was High Elder Geraden. I was unsure why he was here when in fact only leaders were supposed to be present in this meeting.
We were all on time except for the last representative of the lowest realm of all: Terranis, or Earth so to speak. Every fifty years we pick a representative of this realm to pose as our bridge and spy. The chosen representative should either be born from a political or royal family in a country and must possess the gift of tongues. Governor Marius dela Forte of Madrid, Spain occupied the spot and he had done so since forty years ago. He was seventy-two now—quite young for creatures like us that exist for centuries—but old for his world.
“Marius is late,” Lady Yllana pointed out after sipping her wine for the third time.
“My apprentice had to help the poor man in traveling through the fae realm,” Lord Jacobi stated, an understanding brow held his expression. “This is his first time in this place after all.”
“Which brings the question, why did you invite us here, Queen Adna?” I asked, wanting to get this meeting over and done with. I certainly would like to return to my kingdom before the snow moon starts to light its first ray in the Phanteon castle. My subjects know how much I hated such an event and they know how much I want to incarcerate myself inside my chamber until it ends. This event just brings about a heat in me that I’d rather douse as soon as possible.
In response to my question, the queen just grinned.
“I see that all of you couldn’t wait anymore, so let’s start.”
She waved a hand above her head and the whole room darkened. A second later, twinkling lights surrounded us and after that, we were entertained with nonstop elvish historical lessons in HD view.
“You all know how our realms started,” she began, eyeing us one by one with a smug face.
“With the power of the Universe, Darkness and Light, and some from your founders.”
When she said ‘founders’, I remembered my father. He was one of them being a powerful Alpha King, until his heart was broken by my unworthy mother.
“My dear late husband was one of the few who gave half of his power to create the realms we live now,” Queen Adna continued. As she recalled, so did the scene in front of us: picture after picture of twinkling stars forming into little people and landscapes.
“But when he died.” She gave me a sudden sharp look. My brow arched up in response, not knowing why she did so. And then she continued as if nothing happened, “I realized it would be a matter of time before our realms start to crumble.”
“What are you trying to say, Your Highness?” Hale interrupted, acting surprisingly impatient like I was.
The queen lifted her chin up and took a long breath. “What I’m trying to say is that I can’t sustain the load anymore.”
The King of Sattus, King Lucien, and I exchanged solemn glances. This doesn’t fare well with all of us. An imbalance among our realms would be created if she couldn’t support her share of duties.
“I have called all of you here to witness the installation of my successor to address this problem,” she continued. On her right, the High Elder Geraden shifted his pose, strengthening more his spine and puffing up his chest. With that, I knew already what was about to happen.
“You have no heir. Who are you talking about?” Lady Yllana stated, pointing to the most concrete fact of all.
Queen Adna flashed a proud smile. She gestured her right hand, palm up, in front of the High Elder, and said, “High Elder Geraden, the brother of my late husband, the only man worthy enough to take the load off my shoulder. He is my successor. I trust you give the same respect and treatment as you had given me and King Alduin.”
There was a minute of silence. The leaders in front of me exchanged stares and brief nods. I was uncertain as to this development but I had to give my decision too so I nodded, consequently giving my approval.
“Then, we shall accept, Your Majesty,” Celestial God Andrius expressed for all of us.
“But of course, I would assume, Ehnrelil is now open for us and our subjects?” Hale butted in and asked.
Queen Adna shook her head without hesitation. “That is a different matter to discuss entirely.”
“There are certain limitations to certain creatures I want to impose,” High Elder Geraden voiced out.
Hale flashed a grin at my way.
“Now, now, I wonder what creature you are pertaining to,” he mused.
I was just about to call out their secretive behavior when Lord Jacobi interrupted and reminded us, “We are not here to start an argument, Lord Hale. We are here to celebrate.”
“Of course. My apologies for bringing it up to the table,” Hale bent his head, showing his fake remorse. My lycan side was simmering with anger. I had no clue what they were fucking talking about, but sure as hell, I wanted to rip this vampire’s throat out for Serena’s sake.
Queen Adna stood up and waved a hand. “Come evening, I invite all of you for the crowning of the new king of Ehnrelil. In the meantime, enjoy your time here. Tour the fae realm as you wish.”
‘Well, that was fast,’ I thought to myself. I didn’t even need to use what memory I have with that woman and entertain myself during the meeting—fuck, not that I wanted to.
Shaking my head of the unwelcomed thought, I stood up, planned to start a conversation with Lord Jacobi when I suddenly felt a chill in my bones.
‘Serena!’ my mind cried out.
Like before, I sensed her fear. It was so tangible despite me being in another realm. I saw King Lucien look at me with confusion. I just gave him a single nod before I disappeared, transporting myself to a place I swore I wouldn’t return: the Baltic Meadows.
To my surprise, she was crawling on the ground like a forsaken pup. It was a pitiful sight for a woman. This shouldn’t affect me, but it did, especially when it was my queen involved.
When she looked up at me, that was when I realized she was not only scared but also in pain; the same look of agony I saw in her back in her room just this early morning.
I couldn’t deny it. It did worry me.
“Contain your fear, woman. I could feel it even when I was in Ehnrelil,” I barked, burying the worry using my callous voice.
I picked her up, wrapped her with my arms and that’s when I felt my wrist mark warm up. That same feeling traveled to my arms and transferred to her. I was unsure if she felt it, but she seemed to relax gradually; her face now free of ache or fear.
Fear. My mind registered.
Using my tracking skills and hypersense, I released her and directed my attention to the evil aura collecting in one spot.
It wasn’t a surprise to me to see dead witches, but to see them inside my realm? It was a whole new story. And it seemed my queen saw the killer which meant a big ass problem for me.
“Let’s get you out of this place,” I stated and without thought, grabbed her elbow and pulled her away from the dead bodies.
I was impressed. Most women, after seeing the dead, would have been shaking and acting all too weak. Serena didn’t. She held herself pretty well and that somehow changed my view of her.
As fast as I could, I guided her out of the forest floor. Bad move though when I used a path that had been an automatic route in my head. We ended up passing Salviste Lake—the only body of water that sectioned my realm from the realm of the faes, and I, upon catching a glimpse of its golden sheen, ended up reminiscing, albeit unintentionally, my fucking childhood.
“Your Majesty? What’s wrong?” Serena asked, a hint of worry painting her face.
A strong breeze passed us. Luckily, it was enough to pull me out of my failed childhood memories.
“A distasteful memory just crossed my mind. Come,” I said and pulled her again with me.
We walked out of the forest sometime later. Elijah immediately saw us when we emerged from the bushes and didn’t waste his time throwing me questions. I cut him off instead through mind-linking him.
‘Elijah, dead bodies close to the fae border. Take care of it and ensure the safety of these two,’ I told him.
He understood the gravity of my order right away.
‘Your will, brother,’ he said.
‘I will return to Ehnrelil. Find the murderer for me. I smell the stench of evil in the air.’
‘Yes, I will. Be careful there, brother. The faes are untrustworthy creatures.’
‘You think I don’t know that?’
“Alright, I understand,” he then openly voiced out, turning to the two. As subtlety as he could, he directed them to the coach. My queen glanced at me. I anticipated already what she was about to say.
“Will you be going with us?”
‘What’s this?’ I thought. Was she really showing concern for me?
“I need to return to the meeting,” I answered as calmly as I could.
“And the…bodies?” she asked again, and that’s when my patience broke.
I pulled her by the arm again, dragged her across the meadow, but impatient as I was, I transported us both inside the coach in just a snap. Inside, I maintained our closeness. I didn’t care anymore just how much our bodies pressed. All I wanted was to feel her, make sure she was safe, and make sure I get my point across.
And as to what point that was?
There were two really.
First, I just didn’t want her involved in Phanteon’s problems.
Second, I missed kissing her, damn it.
And so I kissed her; ravaged her mouth in the most intense way possible. She reciprocated me, and even awarded me that cute, soft moan I had come to…uhh…fuck—never mind.
After that, I teleported back to Ehnrelil. It was rude and offensive, I know, but I had to. I didn’t want to see her blushing face or admit to the fact that I was slowly losing my control.
Author’s Note: Welcome to the crossover of my books, my dears. If any of you haven’t read Undressed by the King in Galatea yet, do it now and enjoy King Lucien’s boner predicament. Whahaha