The Alien King’s Mate part 14

KING VULCAN

My fingertips tingle with gold. My power has never been so unstable, but Lilian takes me there.

I left her safe in her room and returned to my office. My brother has left, and now I’m alone with my festering thoughts.

There is so much to do. I’m being pulled from fifty directions. There’s a rising resistance, an increase in crime in the city, my family drama, mateship with Lilian, and… Briaxa.

I once thought she was perfect to be queen. Perhaps too perfect. That’s why I could never feel attracted to her. She was trained to have ideal mannerisms and speech. She sits with her back straight and never has a hair out of place. She’s not the type to leave monster hairballs in a pool room. She’s as stiff and beautiful as gold, but will never inspire what I feel for Lilian.

Dismissing our two-year betrothal will not come without consequences. She comes from a powerful house—one with ties to the previous royal family, which my own family overthrew two centuries ago.

I don’t wish to insult her, but I’ll die before I deny my mate bond. Lilian will be queen. It is her birthright.

I work in my office for hours, spending my frustration on flute and parchment. Mining ore has been delayed after an earthquake covered the entrances and exits of the mountains. Ore is the only reason this city floats. The precious material must be replaced throughout the year, or the city will slowly descend to the depths, where crime thrives.

Hours later, I take a break from work. I go to the same bathing pool Lilian used. I ordered servants to not change the water, because I want to enjoy her lingering smell. I would go mad without these small rewards. Being patient is exhausting.

I throw my head back and stretch my arms in the water. My eyes are closed when I hear the doors open.

I growl. “Unless you’re my mate, you better show yourself out.”

“It’s me,” answers Sakan, my brother.

Hot air blows from my nose. “I’ve had enough of my siblings for the day, Sakan. Leave me be.”

“We should talk.”

“Let me guess, about Lilian?”

“Yes, Vulcan. There’s outrage that our king is mated to a human.”

I shrug and roll my neck. “Let them broil in anger. No one is touching her. They’ll have to de-throne me to even get close.

He makes a sound of frustration, and I open my eyes. Sakan is the second oldest. I often wonder how things would be if he were the firstborn and king. He loves to appease the people, while I do what must be done to protect them. Even if they despise me for it.

Although we vastly differ in personality, we could practically be called twins. We have the same blonde hair, same physique and eyes. Even our horns are the same shape and length, except that mine are covered in gold.

“I’m not against the girl, but you’ve been scrutinized enough lately. How are you going to get the heat off you?”

“Enough,” I grit. “Get back to your books.”

“I will. I’ve been learning English. One of the human languages. And I can’t wait to meet my sister in law.”

I chuckle at the thought. Sakon is used to being treated like a royal. He won't expect Lilian’s indifference. The little human refuses to kiss up to anyone, including her king.

“Best of luck to you. She’s as beautiful as she is stubborn. Now close the door.”

He leaves, and I sink deeper into the lavender water. The floral scent mixes with Lilian’s, and my brief peace is quickly replaced with frustration when my cock hardens and protrudes out of the water. I glare at the aching, erect, bastard.

Flowers are practically non-existent on my planet. They hardly grow in the dirt. The soils and soaps have are made by chemists for the castle. Although I’m sitting in a pool of luxury, I’m craving my mate’s warmth.

I stand from the pool, water sloshing everywhere. With gritted curses, I grab a fresh towel and dry myself. I consider beating the frustration out of me, but I know that will only worsen the situation.

I pace the room and think about work until my erection softens. Then, I wear my black pants and navy blue dashiki, running a hand through my blonde hair in irritatation.

I step outside and get intercepted by a servant. “Sir, lady Briaxa has arrived.”

Briaxa? What is she doing here? I didn’t call for her. Well, I suppose I had to see her eventually.

“Send her to my office.”

The servant bows, and I make way to my office to meet my fiancé.

I only have to wait for her for a few minutes before she appears. Dressed in a knee-length red dress and golden gladiator sandals. Her black hair is intricately braided, her makeup even, and her posture perfect.

She is always on top of fashion trends. Always trying to improve to better fit the role as queen. I’m sure she would be a great queen for another king.

“Vulcan,” she says, bowing slightly to greet me. “I’m here about some interesting rumors.”

“They’re not rumors,” I reply, standing from my desk and approaching her. I reach for her left hand and grasp it. There’s no spark when our skin touches. Not like when I touch Lilian.

“I’m incredibly sorry. I didn’t see this coming, Briaxa, but I’ve been mated to a human and must terminate our betrothal. Rest assured that I will compensate you for this slight.”

She stares at our entwined hands.

“Why?” She asks, her expression schooled. “Why throw me, a trained queen, aside? Does the human even want you?”

I think hard for a second. Lilian doesn’t want to be here. And my glaring, sassy, hairball-tossing mate certainly missed a few classes on how to be the perfect queen.

“Duty,” I reply. “It’s my duty to honor my bond with Lilian.”

Hearing Lilian’s name finally cracks her mask. She purses her lips and pulls her hand away.

“I will not lie, I’m hurt. Embarrassed that I could never get this from you.” She gestures toward my crotch, where I still have a semi erection for Lilian.

“I knew our marriage would never have passion, and I’m glad you found that with this human. You see me as a trained doll without original thoughts, but I want to leave you with this piece of advice: find more reasons than duty and lust to love her.”

Her eyes are swimming in pain, but she doesn’t shed a tear.

I open my mouth to counter her. To tell her that I don’t think she’s a doll, but I can’t. Because she’s right. This entire time, I couldn’t find attraction for her because I felt that she was following a script. I could only see her as an actress.

I watch her turn away and leave with her head held high. “Good luck, my king,” she whispers before pushing past the doors.

Although our relationship has ended, I don’t regret meeting her and harbor no ill-will.

Now that Briaxa isn’t in my life, I think about the upcoming Ceremony where I’ll introduce Lilian. I sigh. Duty cannot be avoided. We must convince the people that we’re happy, stable, and she’s here willingly.

We’ll have to share a kiss when I win the battle. This is expected for mates and married couples. The problem is convincing Lilian to kiss me in front of the crowd, and taming my cock.

It might just be easier to toss the fight. Losing it and dealing with the consequences is easier than getting a kiss from my fuming little mate who burns hot enough to melt gold.

The ceremony is mere days away. I’ll have to present the idea to Lilian tonight.

I groan and run a hand over a horn. Gods be with me.

A/N: will they kiss?

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