The Alpha King’s Possession

69. Blood MORGANA The following day, Kian once again laid low whilst I left to talk to my brother. Blood had been sent to my room, but there was only one type | drank now, and that was my mates. The handsome, god-like man who was everything a girl could dream of and more.

I had pulled on a high neck, sleeveless, maroon crushed velvet dress which fell to the floor with slits down each side, paired with a small tiara and heels. | had decided | would visit my brother's quarters, because | really wanted to see my nephew! With Azrael, he surely wouldn't even letlook at him. | looked down at the pouch in my hand.(This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com) It wasn’t much... But it was the first tthat | was meeting my nephew, so | wouldn't cempty-handed.

The guards that flanked the doors of the king's quarters didn’t look surprised to see me, it seemed word had gotten around that | was back. They bowed toand | smiled faintly.

“Let the queen know that I'm here.” | stated.

One of them nodded and opened the door, telling the servant standing inside to pass the message. | waited patiently, and a few minutes later, | was told to enter and to follow the lady i n waiting.

I walked through the luxurious halls, picking up on the scent of my nephew instantly. It was strange, but since Kian had markedmy sense of smell was a lot stronger. Something | didn’t even notice; it had just cto me.

“Morgana!” Anastasia’s voice crushing out of the archway that led to their personal lounge.

“Anastasia.” | said.

We weren't exactly close. After all, Azrael and | clashed a lot and | was kept at a distance from his personal life.

No doubt he didn’t trust that | wouldn't tell Anastasia what a sleazebag he was. | now hugged my sister-in-law.

She looked the sas ever; her hair pinned into an elegant bun, a small crown upon her head and she wore a deep plum coloured dress.

“And she comes to cast her negativity upon my son.” Azrael’s voice came.

Anastasia said nothing, givinga small apologetic smile, but it wasn’t him | was here for.

“Oh, he has enough negativity from you. | dare not add to that. What is his name?” | asked, walking beside Anastasia into the lounge.

“Remiel.” Anastasia said as | spotted the child in my brother's hands.

My heart skipped a beat. | made my way towards them, staring down at my gorgeous little nephew. He was... beautiful. Emotions surged throughand | reached out for him, not even reacting to the fact that Azrael allowedto hold him. (This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com)He was so light! His deep red eyes were staring up atwith curiosity.

“Remiel... He's beautiful.” | whispered, taking a seat as | cradled the child to my chest, inhaling his full head of black hair. He was at least a few weeks old...

“Thank you.” Anastasia said.

| pray that you are not like your father, grow to be a king that your grandfather would be proud of.

“Why did you chere unannounced?” Azrael spoke after a while. | was glad he had alloweda few moments with Remiel, who was currently holding my finger.

“I wanted to see him.” | said, easing my hand out of his grip and opening the pouch that | had been holding tightly in my other hand.

Instantly, Azrael had Remiel from my hold, his hand closing around my neck. Anastasia gasped but | simply looked at Azrael. Never have | felt so disappointed... He really didn’t know me, did he really think I'd hurt my nephew? “It's a gift for the future king.” | said, masking the pain that wrapped around my heart.

He was about to snatch the pouch from my hand, but Anastasia’s hand was enclosed around his, giving him a small nod. He looked at us both, with disgust, but retracted his hand.

“What gift can you give him?” He spat.

| looked down at the pouch in my hand, slowly opening it and doing my best to mask the fact that | was feeling hurt from them.

He will not get to me. | retracted my hand, drawing out the pendant, a pendant that belonged t o Kian, one that he had with him and had been in our luggage. | had asked if | could have it this morning after rummaging in our small selection of supplies to see what | could give to m y nephew.

The chain was made of platinum gold, in looks, it appeared silver and was one of the most used and expensive material for jewellery in Clair De Lune. The chain was long, with a rectangular tag at the end. The front had the image of the moon and below it the symbol of Clair De Lune. Behind it were the words; ‘A true king bends his knee for his people” “From the King and Queen of Clair De Lune.” | said quietly, placing the chain on top of Remial’s blanket. (This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com)”You may hate him, but... please don’t throw the gift out.” | turned to Anastasia as | said this, and she gave a slight nod, taking her son from her husband.

“Thank you.” She said. | stood up, kissing the baby on his soft cheek before she took him away. I looked at my brother, who looked disgusted.

“Shall we talk?” | said coldly.

“Yes, let's. However, it is rather early is it not? You know, | am only at my office at nine.” “War does not wait for anyone.” “Yes, and | hate thinking about it.” He grumbled, entering his office and sitting in his chair as i f he owned the place.

Well, he did.

“Yet you willingly signed up for war.” “Don’t pin this on me.” He growled.

“I know, you say that you sent letters...” “Yes, | did! Yet you all just attacked my men on the borders! Killed our messengers! | have the letter from the Alpha King himself. Maybe that will shut you up!” He growled.

My heart thumped, a letter from Kian? He opened his desk drawer and began looking inside, a frown crossed his face and his movements becmore irritated.

“What the...” l infiltrated his mind, flinching as the shrill sounds screamed in my head before it vanished.

...right here! Where the fuck is it! Did she take it?!" “What is it?” | asked. So, he had indeed gotten a letter...

Someone was playing us, and it had to be someone close to Azrael to get in here... He had guards outside the door constantly... Kian’s words filled my mind once more, and | really hoped he was wrong.

“It’s not here! Did you take it?!” “Oh, for god's sake, Azrael! How could | have taken it?! I'm sure you had your guards watching my room!” (This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com) | hissed. He glared at me, but | knew | was right. | needed to get through to him, and for that | needed to control my anger.

“Azrael, listen to me. We received a letter from you, you received one from us... Don’t you think there's something far too suspicious about that?” “Oh, please, the only reason you want to be allies now is because you know the fae and us combined can take you out.” “We can still win, don’t underestimate us... but for the sake of our men who will ride to battle, think calmly.

Someone is pulling the strings and we are playing right into their hands by arguing. You don’t want a war, right?” He glared at me, but it was clear he was at least paying attention.

“Azrael... Kian or the werewolves did not kill father-".

“Oh please! Of course, you will say that since he marked you!” He spat, jumping to his feet.

| glared back at him, “No! | read his mind!” I shouted.

His eyes widened and he looked confused.

“What?” “I have the ability to. Are my eyes not enough to tell you that? | have the gift of reading one’s mind, and | assure you that Kian is not behind this. | feel... | mean, | even thought it was you at one point...” “You...” He burst into mocking laughter. “Oh, please, you are crazy.” “Shall I prove it?” | hissed through gritted teeth. Getting this fool to listen was trying my patience.

“Go on, what am | thinking?” He said haughtily, pouring himself a glass of blood.

Dickhead...

I honed in, past the barrier, speaking every word that he was thinking as he thought them.

‘She’s a fool to even think that I'd believe this joke. What the... Wait... How-how is she doing that? Can you really read my mind?’ “Yes, | can.” | said, making him collapse into his seat looking stunned. “So you really have more Araton blood running within your veins than I...” “You know that the secondary line has higher chances to have these abilities... The firstborn becomes king... the second becomes their strength...” My words faded away as | realised what | had just said... Kian’s words rang in my head like an alarm bell. ‘Eyes as dark as yours..." Fuck...

Just then the door opened, and | knew who had entered without even turning... Uncle Malachi “Ah, you two are here already, earlier than | thought. Now, what are we discussing?” He asked, coming over to the desk smiling warmly.

“Morgana here.” “I was saying how we should try to stop this war. Shall we have a drink first?” | interrupted, grabbing two more glasses and a fresh bottle of blood from Azrael’s blood bar.

“Oh, I have had breakfast.” Uncle said smiling.

| did my best to keep my heart steady. A theory... Our eyes were lighter the less we drank... (This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com) What if someone wanted to keep their abilities a secret and to do so... drank far less than they needed? My stomach fluttered as | poured three glasses, making sure to fill Azrael’s too. He seemed rather displeased that | had cut him off, but... if Uncle was the culprit... | did not need him to know of my abilities.

“You may have had your breakfast, but it's my first day back here, Uncle. Will you not drink for me?” | asked, looking into his eyes.

He held my gaze before simply smiling and nodding slowly. | picked up two glasses, handing him one, and looked at Azrael, who was grumbling away “I don’t have tto drink with you! | have things to attend to, we are moving for war soon enough!” He said, standing up. He downed the glass, givinga glare with his eyes that didn’t change colour, typical Azrael would never starve himself. In fact, | knew if he had special abilities, he would make sure the entire kingdom had known of it.

“You can tell Uncle all your crazy theories!” “I will!” | retorted, trying to act as normal as possible as Azrael stormed from his office.

I smiled at my uncle as we clinked our glasses, both of us downing it in one go, it tasted nothing like Kian's, he had ruined even blood for me.

“That was pleasant.” Uncle said, placing his glass down.

My gaze stayed trained on him, waiting for him to lift his head.

“It was.” | said placing my glass down as well.

“S... When did you figure it out?” Uncle asked softly.

My heart raced when he turned towards me. | stared into his eyes that were now a dark deep red, mirroring my own...