Alpha King Kane part 15

Previously…

I see red as I rise and head for the nightstand and take the goblet. It’s full to the brim. Warm.

“What are you doing?” Asks my father, his tone cautious as if careful not to set me off.

But I’ve been burning all fucking day, and Lyssara has just beckoned me to explode. Today, she will learn why father calls Eryn his winter and me his summer.

“What else? I’m using it.”

I will not be swayed otherwise. Just like with their little kidnapping scheme, I won’t let them stand in my way. I will make Lyssara pay.

PRESENTLY…
ROSALIE

“It’s late,” I murmur, still clinging to the goblet.

I’m exhausted, my head still aching from Eryn’s attack, but my blood knows no peace. It’s boiling. Eager for war. I will rest little tonight.

My family looks between the goblet and me, searching for my sanity but turning up empty handed. My sanity is no longer in this room. Winter is here.

“Rosie…” my sister says, a warning on her tongue, because we were formed in the same womb and she knows how to read me better than my Father.

“Enough. Give it here,” my Father interjects, gesturing for the goblet. He looks exasperated, as if I’m just playing another one of my childish games. But never have I wanted something so badly than I want this revenge.

“It’s late,” I reply, taking a step backward. “You should all rest.”

“You mean to tell me that you’re going to use the Alpha’s seed and impregnate yourself, Rosie? Do you know how utterly mad you sound?!”

His voice is rising, a rare occurrence. My Father's temperament is biblical. He’s a saint. I often confused his composure with weakness, because when the Betas crawled out of the woodwork to harass us, he would never fight back.

I see flames surrounding him right now, though. He rejects this opulent but cruel place and its people, and he wants to take me away from it. My resistance is making him feel cornered.

“I will see you in the morning,” I say, turning for the door. 

“Rosie!” He takes a step forward and reaches for me.

“Please don’t. I’ve had all the shaking I can take today,” I whisper. “My head still hurts. I think we should all rest now. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right.”

I keep my voice even, but I cannot hide the blood thirst boiling in my heart.

“Sometimes…” Father exhales shakily. “Sometimes I fear you, Rosie.”

If only Kane felt the same way. If only he were repulsed and not enticed by me.

“Father!” Eryn chastises, assuming our Father's words sting me.

They don’t. I know who I am.

“Thank you for trying to protect me, but I will do just fine. Goodnight. I love you,” I tell them as I head for the door. I will walk aimlessly because I don’t have a place in this mansion built atop the bones of great Alphas and Lunas that cast shadows over me.

I leave my family behind, eyeing the goblet as liquid sloshes inside it with every step I take. Thick and potent. Glossing under the lantern lights, like liquid gold. 

It’s still warm, hours later…how is that possible?

I eye the goblet warily, aware of the power I’m holding in my hand.

Outside, I find the same servant girl waiting by the wall. Tall and quiet, her face expressionless although she certainly heard the scandal unfolding inside the room.

She keeps my gaze, not daring to glance at the deadly goblet I hold. This delta–much higher than me in status–looks like she’s ready to serve at my hand and foot. It’s inconceivable.

“Luna?” she asks, eyeing my clothes, which don’t match Eryn’s.

I nod. “It’s Rosie.”

“Would you like to be escorted to the King’s chambers?”

To think that a few hours ago, she was calling someone else the Luna-to-be. And somehow, I’ve skipped that title, and I’m called Luna because I’m mated to the King.

“No, thank you. Can you escort me to another bedroom? My sister will be staying here.”

She looks confused by our sudden swap. She’s no fool; she likely suspects what we’ve been up to. But hopefully, she doesn’t bring this up again, and Kane hears none of it. The last thing I need is him investigating what happened today.

The servant glances at the door behind me one last time before leading me away. We walk down the quiet hall as it drizzles outside, the windows fogging.

We travel to the room next door, and she pulls the door open. The room is dark, but I can tell it’s much smaller than Eryn’s. I don’t care. The bed will be too large and cold. I already miss my bedroll and the small tents my family would share.

“Thank you.”

She smiles, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. “It is my pleasure to serve you. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, Luna. Allow me to light the room.”

I nod, though it’s strange to be served. I realize as I shuffle my feet and lower my gaze that I will never get used to this. I am the omega here; the one society expects to obey and serve.

It takes her a couple of minutes to light all the lanterns. I stand by the door with the warm goblet in my hand, the rage in my chest slowly simmering. But I’ve been pushed over the edge, and there’s no going back now.

The vision of Eryn kneeling, licking the bottom of that woman’s boot… It poisons my veins.

We’ve spent all our lives under the boots of Betas and Alphas. And now, we’re expected to lick them, too?

Once alone, I sit on the bed, still holding onto the goblet.

With my head aching and my mind reeling, I think.

I sit there for an hour before setting the goblet on the nightstand. And then I lay on the bed with my clothes wrinkled from a long day, and I wait.

When I awaken the next day, the first thing I do is run a bath in the pristine clawfoot tub. I step into the warm water, and I tip over the goblet, spilling it in the water.

And then I bathe, basking in the milky essence. Staring at the ceiling as the Alpha seeps into my skin. I feel him everywhere, almost as if his rough fingers were caressing me longingly. Between my thighs, around my nipples and thighs. Writing his mark on me not with teeth, but with cum.

The mansion comes alive around me as the morning sun warms the land. I listen to people’s footsteps  on the hardwood floors and metal carts clanking.

An hour after my bath, I step out of the tub and dry off. I look through the drawers for a change of clothes. Finding only a robe, I pull it on and approach the door, hoping to find someone who can direct me to spare clothes.

A knock echoes through the door right as I reach it. Unexpectedly, surprisingly. My heart stutters.

I don’t have a werewolf’s enhanced senses, but I don’t need them to know that an Alpha king is standing behind the door.

The way my skin bristles and my heart is beating…only one man has this magnetic effect on me.

Clutching my collar shut, I pull open the door and lower my gaze.

His breath hitches, and his bare feet stumble backwards when my scent hits him.

I prepared this little surprise…this little bombshell…for Lyssara. I didn’t expect to run into Kane. But here he is in the flesh, and my own flesh smells of him.

He will undoubtedly chastise my plans for Lyssara. He loved her once, and will still feel a duty to protect her.

He walks backward, his steps faltering, and he slams into a man walking down the hall.

“Excuse me!” the young man shouts as if he wronged Kane. Bowing his head, he ran off.

Kane’s wide, green eyes remain on me, unable to process the world around him.

He grinds his teeth and pushes himself against the wall, and I watch in horror as the wood cracks around his head and the palms that claw at the wood.

He’s pinning himself away from me…because he’s afraid of what he might do if we so much as touched.

He knows I didn’t use his seed for my womb. I’ve used it for unprecedented, dark purposes. A waste of his gift.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I…I did this for Lyssara.”

“What?” he growls. “You bathed in my seed for Lyssara? Do you have any fucking idea how dangerous this is? I’m losing control.”

His wolf is surging to the surface. Biceps flexing, canines elongating. He’s about to cave into his primal instincts and shift. And it won’t be good news for me, because I’ve known the man for only one day and have no experience with his temperament.

He was so levelheaded yesterday. Firm in his beliefs and steadfast. Now, there is no civility or rationale in him. He is all animal.

“She hurt my sister…So I will hurt her,” I whisper, revealing a dark side of me. Maybe now, he will realize that I am not benevolent and graceful enough to be Luna of the kingdom. I am a sinner.

“Go!” he growls at me.

I step backward, reaching for the doorknob to lock myself in the room.

“What are you doing?” he snarls. “Go and finish your business with Lyssara!”

“But–but–you’ll let me?”

“I don’t control you, Rosalie. You are a Luna free to make her own decisions. Go charge your vengeance, but when you return, I will charge my vengeance. You have a debt to pay for what you’ve done to me.”

The more he speaks, the harder the bulge behind his dark pants gets. The longer the shadow it casts on the floor.

That is the debt I have to answer for. 

I run away, in my robe and all, and I stumble into the nearest room; a supply closet. I dig through its contents and find a set of uniforms. Donning the maid dress, I step out of the room without looking back to finish my mission: finding Lyssara.

Kane’s unspoken threats won’t deter me. I will deal with the imposing Alpha once my job is complete.

Heads turn as werewolves catch my scent.

My skin crawls, the attention ringing alarm bells in my head.

But I march on for Eryn.

A/N: Lyssara's gonna looosee it

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