The Alpha King’s Possession

41. Poisoned MORGANA My cheeks refused to stop burning. Even when | cleaned up and got dressed to cdown to dinner, my heart was still racing. My core was throbbing and tingling, every t| thought of what happened, | felt it knot with pleasure.

My entire body felt heightened, | don’t know what that was, but seeing him look so good all in black, with a few buttons open and the way he had pulledclose... Fuck | had lost all control. But even then, he didn’t expect anything in return, seemingly satisfied with pleasuring me. That arrogant, cocky smirk remained on his face as we headed downstairs. His every action was confusing me, messing with my head. Although I carried the tiny vial with me, | wasn’t sure | could go through with this.

Why did | feel like he was genuinely trying? No... | know he was... but... | really needed to ask him about my father’s death.

“Luna Morgana...” Someone said, and | turned to see none other than Cain. My heart thudded a s he smiled politely, lowering his head. “I knew there was more to you than just my brother's slave.” “Cain,” Kian said venomously. Never had | heard such hatred in his voice than at that moment. His hand tightened around my waist as he pulledback.

The tension between them was palpable. The rush of guilt that I felt got worse when Kian movedbehind him, as if he didn’t trust Cain anywhere near me.

“I only wanted to congratulate my new, soon to be sister-in-law, brother.” Cain said, looking Kian straight in the eye.

| could feel so many eyes on me. The slinky black dress that clung to my figure only made feel extra bare with all the attention on me.

Every night had been like this, but this was the first tCain had approached. Something toldhe was remindingof the little gift he had left me...

Soft music played in the background as we walked through the crowd to the table at the head of the banquet hall. I could feel Kian’s anger radiating off of him. The moment we sat down, | reached over, placing a hand on his leg, giving him a look.

He looked back atcoldly, yet he seemed to calm a little. He picked up one of the glasses of wine and downed it in one. Every day, different Alpha couples were at our table. Today there were four different couples, two on my left and two on the other side of Kian.

“You look beautiful, Luna Morgana, yet | see you aren’t marked.” The woman who | knew by the nof Estella, Luna of the Moonstone Pack, spoke.

“Well, we are in no rush. Our union requires work and promise, there are much more important things to do than mark one another.” | replied haughtily.

“A mark is a sign that you are committed.” She replied, a fake smile on her face.

“We will be having an official crowning ceremony. This is the future queen. She deserves the best.” Kian added, his eyes flashing, although he didn’t even look her way.

“Of course, your highness.” She replied, his powerful aura making her lower her head.

| smiled sweetly, before looking ahead. As the food was being brought in | remembered the vial. The note said it needed to be added to food... This was going to be so hard. Was it even the right thing to do? The vial was slipped into my dress where | could reach it easily, but with so many eyes here would | manage? | scanned the crowd, my eyes landing on Cain. He had his arm around a woman who | knew was his mate, kissing her neck, but his eyes met mine and he gave the tiniest of nods.

Oh, he knew | was planning on doing this, which meant he would cause a diversion.

| continued eating, feeling rather distracted, but every tKian’s hand brushed my leg or grazed my arm, my entire body would tingle with pleasure. | felt as if | was lacking air.

| tried to listen to him. With each passing day in his presence, | could tell he was a good king, and that just made this harder. No, I couldn't do this. No not until I had answers | heard something smash and a gasp, a woman's shriek followed by the entire hall bechushed.

“I'm sorry!” An omega whimpered. She stood by Cain, whose eyes were blazing.

It seemed she had dropped a hot dish all over his mate. How sick was he? Did he just use his own mate as a distraction? Kian was up in a flash as Cain was ready to strike the omega. Everyone had turned to the commotion and without thinking, my heart thudding, | discreetly took the vial out tipping it into Kian's plate, watching it fizz before it blended in with the sauce. Slipping the bottle under the table, | let it roll to the floor then slid it away fromdiscreetly.’ The guilt that | felt tightened in my chest as | looked at Kian, who was arguing with his brother.

“She should be punished! She burnt my Luna!” Cain spat.

“It was an accident; she is a child.” Kian growled.

| looked at the girl. She was barely eighteen and it was clear she was terrified.

“It was a mistake. Just fucking leave.” Kian hissed, grabbing his brother by the collar.

“Siding with a mere Omega over your brother, tch. What a fucking loser.” Cain hissed before grabbing his Luna's hand and pulling her from the room.

| frowned, Cain as king? That would be a horrible decision. | really needed to think this through.

“I'm so so sorry, your majesty. It won't happen again.” She whimpered.

“It's fine, be careful next time.” Kian replied coldly.

He returned to his seat and instantly everyone began eating and talking once again, although many were casting Kian glances. He sat down, pouring himself another glass of champagne and downing it in one go.

He picked up his fork and my heart thundered as he swirled it around the plate, about to eat it when | placed my hand on his thigh. | couldn’t do this, but how do I stop him? The fork was approaching his mouth as “Feed me!” | said suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. The Luna on the other side chuckled.

“That is sweet, | am glad that your union will be more than just political.” Kian looked at his fork before holding it out to me, | smiled and took it, my stomach twisting a s I did. | had no idea what that vial held... but | couldn’t support Cain, not without knowing the truth.

Kian smirked.

“What are you up to?” He asked quietly.

“Why, don’t you trust me?” | asked, reaching for the champagne bottle. | poured myself a glass and was about to place the bottle down when | knocked my glass into his plate on purpose. “O h sorry!” | exclaimed, praying it looked like a genuine accident.

All eyes turned toas | quickly grabbed a few napkins, patting Kian’s arm that | had also splashed.

“Are you ok?” He asked me, my heart skipped a beat.

“Perfectly.” | said, taking a seat again as an Omega quickly cto clear it up.

1 glanced at the plate, thank God...

With relief, | sat back and began eating. Kian was given a new plate and soon conversation began flowing once again.

| ate slowly, my body suddenly feeling feverish, my skin felt clammy but the worst part was the feeling that my insides were suddenly on fire. My heart was racing dangerously fast and my vision was becoming blurry.

Shit was it the drug? But | didn’t even have much... What was it anyway ? “Morgana, are you ok?” Kian’s voice came, echoing in my mind. | looked at him, coughing slightly, the strong taste of blood in my mouth. “Fuck! Morgana!” | looked at Kian trying to form words. My entire body suddenly started shaking and | couldn’t breathe. My heart was squeezing painfully as if someone was digging their claws into it.

“Morgana...” His voice was distant. “GET A FUCKING DOCTOR!” The worry in his voice... He cares for me...

| felt him liftup. Was that my heart beating or his? What was that ringing in my ears? The wind was rushing through my hair... Was he running? Where was he taking me? “Hold on... Fuck don’t close your eyes... | won't let anything happen to you...” Why do you care? | wanted to ask him that... Would he still care if he learnt that | tried to poison him? This pain... “Don’t, fuck, don’t... Help her... Hold on baby girl please fucking hold on...” Shouting... Kian’s panic... His fear... Why was it so strong? Why was it hurting? I can’t hold on....

“No, fuck no...” “Her heart rate’s dropping...” SOR “NOI” Strong arms were wrapped around me, a racing heart... Soft lips pressed against my burning chest...

I can't...

sorry...

It's my fault...

My eyes fluttered shut and I could no longer refuse the darkness that welcomedinto its hold...