The Alpha's Temptation

Morava was in tremendous pain. Her stomach ached and she felt like her heart would split in two. She was writing on the floor while Henk was sitting and watching her with a sadistic expression.

pαпdα-ňᴏνê|·сóМ How could he simply reject her after mating with her and after piercing his fangs into her? He had marked her for the lifetime. "How could you?" she rasped through tears as she looked at him holding her stomach tightly.

He scoffed. "I never liked you Morava. Had it been Lerna, I would have never rejected her or fought with others if they rejected her, but you—" he growled. "I heard that you deceived your father and didn't allow your sister, Lusitania, to become your father's heir. Your mother, Sirrah, encouraged our king Felis to wage wars against Pegasii. Your father Biham was always at war with Felis. We all know what Menkar did to Felis. He put a dark spell on him in order to make it difficult to win the wars."

Morava was shocked. With wide eyes, she looked at Henk. How did he know so much? This was a well-kept secret.

"Don't look at me like that!" Henk fumed. "All the Alphas know about it. The way Sirrah encouraged Felis to wage wars against Biham, Felis thought it would be easy for him to win over Pegasii but look what happened? He ended up losing his life. If Felis would have spent half the time thinking about the Hydra Kingdom, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation!" He crawled towards her and stood beside her on the rug. She craned her neck to see him. "So, get out of here bitch and don't ever come back!"

Stunned as hell, Morava didn't blink her eyes as she looked at him. She managed to get up slowly, holding the edge of the bed. When she was standing in front of him on her shaky feet, she said, "I, Morava, Princess of Pegasii, accept the rejection of Henk, Alpha of the Hydra Kingdom."

Henk's muscles tensed as pain lanced through him. He clutched his stomach and with a roar collapsed on the bed. Morava glared at him for a long time and then walked out of the room on her wobbly knees with pain still lashing through her like whip. She wiped her tears as she came to sit in the carriage. "Back to the palace!" She ordered the carriage man.

Morava didn't get out of her room for the next few days until her pain settled and she didn't dare to go to other Alphas out of fear that they would reject her. However, she was beginning to get worried that none of the Alphas called her or remembered her even once. Earlier when Felis was there, they would make a beeline for her chamber to be with her, but now not a single one would come.

A week later, she garnered up courage and decided to get ready. This time she thought of going to the Alpha who was the youngest and didn't get much of a chance with her. Her mind went to Lusitania and she remembered how beautiful she looked in pale pink gowns and very light makeup. Morava mimicked Lusitania's fashion. In order to look a little like a fae, she wore a soft, fluffy, furry white cape over her shoulders.

The maid who helped her wear it was a different one, because the previous one had stopped coming to the palace. She had developed some disease and Morava had banned her entry in the palace, scared that she would also get the same disease.

"You look beautiful, m'lady," the servant said as she made her wear it.

Morava looked at herself in the reflection. "Do you know that I am the most beautiful woman in Araniea?"

"I am sure you are, m'lady."

"What did Lerna look like?" Morava asked. "Did she have horns on her head?"

The maid chuckled. "No m'lady, Princess Lerna was very beautiful. In fact we have her portrait painted in the gallery that is outside the Alphas' apartments. Would you like to see her?"

"No," Morava harrumphed. "I am sure that I look better than her! After all she was a demon spawn!"

The maid let out a ragged breath, knowing better than to argue with the spoiled princess. Lerna was… gorgeous.

An hour later, Morava was at Mirag's manor. While coming here, she decided that she wouldn't ask about concubines, but she would offer herself to him. She found him sitting in his study with his elbows crossed over the table in front of him. His face was flushed red.

"Morava!" he said in a breathy voice.

"How are you Mirag?" she said as she removed her cape and tossed it on the chair. She walked to his table and placed her fingers at the edge of it.

"I couldn't be better," he said in a strained voice.

"Are you not well?" Morava asked in a husky as she trailed her fingers at the edge of the table and went near him, slowly, trying to give a sexy look.

"Ah!" he rasped, his gaze going blank for a moment.

Morava couldn't understand what was going on. She walked near him and stood right next to him with her hips leaning on the table, and when she saw what was going on, she slapped her mouth on her face. A maid's head was bobbing up and down in the middle of his thighs. He grabbed the maid's hair and guided her up and down as Morava watched in horror.

"Ahhh!" Mirag roared as he shot his release in the maid's mouth. He left her and slumped on the chair. He pulled the maid up and kissed her lips. "Come back in an hour," he said in a breathy voice. The maid nodded with a smile and then after looking at Morava, walked out of the study.

Morava was shaking at the end of it. "Mirag?" she didn't know what to even say. "This is complete betrayal! How could you do this to me?" She wiped tears from her face.

"Oh!" Mirag laughed.

Moments later, Morava was seen running out of the manor, clutching her stomach. Mirag had rejected her and she had accepted his rejection.