The King

Breakfast

Acelynn's POV

I woke up curled against Alexander. I pulled away from him and heard him grumble. Instantly my body felt cold and yearned to be back against him. "Good morning," he yawned as he ran a hand over my back. 

"Good morning," I replied, looking around the room at a loss for what to do or say. 

Luckily he spoke first, "Would you like to go down to the main dining room for breakfast?"

"Yeah, that would be nice. Do I have time for a quick shower?" I asked, excited to be able to get out of my lockup. 

"Of course, you are the Queen after all. Breakfast is whenever you decide it is," was his answer. 

He had meant it as more of a joke, I thought, but it had made me uncomfortable. I untangled myself from the sheets and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in the shower after I was finished wondering about how the day was going to go. Would my time out of the apartment be short-lived, or was he going to allow me some freedom? I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself after drying off. I exited the bathroom to go to the closet and felt eyes on me. I looked up at him, and his eyes were on me, looking down my body. I blushed, feeling self-conscious suddenly. I continued to make my way to the closet, but he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him before I got there. "You are so beautiful," he said as he kissed my forehead. 

I blushed but smiled at him before walking into the closet to get dressed. I thought about the intimate moment we had just shared. It was out of character for him based on how he had treated me so far. Maybe there was another side to him that he hadn't shown me yet. He had seemed to be showing more emotions on his face than the usual calm, controlled look he usually wore. I had just slipped a black cotton dress on when the door opened, and he walked in with just a towel around his waist. I blushed as I looked him over. My eyes following the v-shape his abdominal muscles made as far as the towel would let me. Even though I was inexperienced, my body was screaming to be with him. The panties I had put on were now damp, and I'm sure he could smell it. He seemed to ignore me, though, as he moved to his side of the closet. Once he found a pair of pants, he liked he let the towel drop to the floor, and my eyes grew wide as I was met with his naked backside. He was zipping his pants as he turned towards me and caught me staring wide-eyed at him. He smirked at me before saying, "You know you don't have to just look. You can touch too." 

Part of me was annoyed at his cockiness. The other part of me loved his confidence and knew I couldn't blame him for not knowing that I didn't have any experience with relationships, let alone s*x. He raised an eyebrow at me when I didn't reply, but I couldn't think of a witty comeback, so I remained silent, pretending to be caught up in buckling my sandals. To my relief, he dropped it and turned to finish getting dressed. I took the opportunity to exit the closet and wait for him downstairs in the living room. It didn't take long, and he was coming downstairs in dark jeans and a black t-shirt. This was the most casual I had seen him, and I was surprised. Though I couldn't help to think that he looked like he stepped out of a magazine even dressed down. He must have noticed me looking at this attire because he looked down at himself before stating, "It's Saturday. Even the King gets a day off." 

Instead of being happy, I grew more nervous. We exited the apartment, and I was surprised to see no guard standing by the door. He noticed me looking, "It's my turn to keep an eye on you today." 

I grumbled internally but didn't want to push the limits, so I remained silent. I stepped onto the elevator outside of our room when Alexander behind me asked, "How tall are you?"

"I am five foot," I answered. 

He seemed to ponder this for a moment before replying that he was six foot five inches which surprised me, but it really shouldn't have. Standing beside him in the elevator, I maybe hit the middle of his chest, and that was with sandals that had a little bit of a platform. 

The hallway to the dining room was over the top, with white marble almost everywhere and huge pictures of past Kings and Queens posed together. Though I noticed there wasn't a picture of Alexander yet. When we entered the dining room, I was surprised to see other people sitting at the table. Alexander took my hand and guided me up the table to my seat that he pulled out before pushing it in when I sat down. He took the chair at the head of the table to my right giving me a small reassuring smile before turning to the male sitting to his right. "Acelynn, this is my Beta Justin and his mate Mallory," he said 

I smiled at the couple, "It is nice to meet you," I said, acknowledging both of them. 

Justin, a man of what seemed very few words, gave me a short "Likewise" before diving into a conversation with Alexander. 

His mate, however, was the opposite. Before breakfast was even over, she was arranging for us to hang out without the guys. Justin pushed his seat back beside her as he grabbed her hand, "Come on, Mallory, give her some time to breathe. She just got here." 

She laughed and apologized before leaving with Justin. Alexander looked down at my plate before asking, "Are you done?"

I looked down at it, too, noticing that I had only eaten a few bites of egg and a piece of bacon between Mallory's 50 questions. "Yes, I'm done," I said as I pushed my chair back from the table. 

He looked like he was going to say something as he looked back down at my plate but then second-guessed it as he also pushed his chair back from the table. "Would you like a tour?" he asked as he again took hold of my hand, guiding me out of the dining room. 

Tingles shot through my hand and up my arm. I smiled. That was a part I did enjoy. I agreed to the tour, and he began to show me around. The palace was rather massive, and I thought I was sure to get lost when I first started venturing out on my own. Besides Alexander's private apartment, there were two others that housed Justin and Mallory and then Alexander's parents, who were currently out of the country. There were tons of extra bedrooms for any guest that might arrive. There was also a library, workout room, main kitchen, and several meeting rooms. The last room he showed me was his office. 

The decor was very similar to his apartment living room. There was a sitting area with an oversized couch and chairs. Another large fireplace surrounded by stone was between the sitting area and his desk. My wolf took this moment to flash an image of me bent over the desk with Alexander behind me, causing me to stumble. Alexander caught me. His hands around my waist sent tingles through my body. We were face to face for the first time. His scent was always amazing, but right now, it was intoxicating. Our faces grew closer together. I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. Before our lips could connect, the phone on his desk rang.