The Alpha King’s Possession

Azrael scoffed.

“That’s nothing special, nineteen is an adult for them.” He muttered. “Fine! But I don’t want a scene, or I

swear Morgana, I will throw you in the dungeons for a month!”

“Fine.” I said, my heart skipping a beat.

One month or ten years in the dungeons, I didn’t care as long as I got what I wanted. I left the room

with a small smile gracing my lips. Now it was time to lace a dagger in poison and wear something that

could hide my weapon…

—–

I was now dressed in a fitted lace and sequin black dress that showed off some cleavage and most of

my upper back. On top of the dress was a satin layered skirt that trailed on the ground. With enough

room to hide a dagger or two. My hair was coiled up on my head in an elegant updo and I wore a thin

tiara to show my rank. My flawless pale skin was left free of foundation, but my eye makeup was dark, I

had my cherry red lips painted a darker shade of red, and a bit of blush was added to my otherwise

snow white cheeks.

I had made my way into the lavish banquet hall soon after. Two rows of tables, laden with gold dishes

full of food, ran along the sides. Maybe we should have used silver, I would have loved to see the

Alpha king try to eat with silver cutlery. I smiled slightly at my own thoughts. Now that would have been

some entertainment. As vampires, we ate for the sake of it, we didn’t really need food to survive.

I blended in, not wanting to join my brother on the table at the top of the hall that was facing the rest of

the room. I glanced towards it, but it wasn’t my brother who caught my attention. For once, he didn’t

hold the strongest aura in the room.

My eyes found the source… my heart skipped a beat. The Alpha King… He didn’t need a name tag or

a crown to tell me that the man before me was a king. He exuded power like it was nothing, the

arrogance and pride on his handsome face clear from across the room. He was built and was a lot

more muscular than any vampire there. A body that had been made to perfection, from his delicious

chocolate coloured skin to his small beard that defined his prominent jawline and the earring that

glinted with every small movement of his head, captured my attention. My heart thudded when those

piercing hazel eyes snapped towards me. Our eyes locked and my breathing quickened. His eyes

flashed gold, a frown knitting on that handsome face of his.

My heart was racing under the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, everything else zoned out and it

was just the two of us… My breath came out shaky as his eyes slowly ran down my body. I didn’t miss

how the glint of desire crossed those eyes, and although it somehow didn’t repulse me, the cold

reminder that he was here for a ‘slave’ from our people made reality hit me like a sharp slap in the face.

I cast him a cold glare before moving out of his line of vision. I would lay low until I found my chance to

kill him…

Dinner was over, and I made sure to stay out of the Alpha king’s sight as much as possible. He hadn’t

touched the food presented before him, simply sitting in his seat with arrogance and importance. Once

or twice I felt his burning gaze upon me, but I didn’t entertain him.

“Well now that we have feasted, allow me to show you the finest women of our kingdom.” Azrael said

and I did my best not to lash out at him too. How could he even subject our women to this? The doors

opened and four guards flanked ten women. All ten were dressed in skimpy dresses, with their hair and

make-up done perfectly.

They were indeed some of our finest women… My face paled when I saw one of them was the younger

sister to Azrael’s wife.

How could he do this! She was barely an adult! In human years, she would be classed as fifteen! Did

Anastasia know her husband was auctioning her sister off? But then again, what power would she have

to stop him? Azrael was a coward. How could a king do this to his own people? Wasn’t he meant to

protect us?

I watched in disgust as all the nobles, some of whom were even related to the women presented. They

simply sipped their glasses of wine as if watching a show. My eyes snapped to the Alpha King. He was

simply sitting back in his seat, massaging his jaw, his lips set in a pout, his eyes on the women before

him.

“There are another forty, you can round down-”

“I’ve already chosen.” His voice cut through Azrael’s, radiating his status and power, the room that had

been silent seemed to still completely.

“Ah really? Great! We can get to signing the treaty. Who is the lucky lady?” Azrael said, clearly relieved

that he didn’t have to entertain the werewolf king for much longer.

I looked at the women who, despite trying to keep their faces passive, were anxious. A few were

downright terrified, including Annalise, Anastasia’s sister.

The Alpha king’s gaze suddenly snapped towards me.

“The woman in black.” He said.

I felt all colour drain from my already pale skin as Azrael looked at me in shock. But the look changed

quickly, and I realised he would agree.

“Of-”

“Over my dead body!” I hissed. Without thinking, I pulled the poisoned dagger from within my skirts.

Spinning around, I threw it with all my force, my eyes blazing red as I focused my powers on the

dagger and its destination. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, my thudding heart racing in my

chest as the dagger zoomed towards the Alpha king’s heart…