Entangled with the Alpha King

Chapter 6

　　RARITY ARMOR

　　He gently cupped my cheeks, peering deeply into my eyes as if he could see into my very soul, as if his powers allowed him to invade my mind and unlock my past.

　　"Rarity? Am I right?" he inquired, and I nodded, my cheeks warming with a light blush. "Where is your home? Where do you live?" he asked.

　　I felt a surge of irritation, unsure of how much I should reveal. Should I tell him that I was the adopted princess, or should I share the painful truth that my real parents abandoned me in the forest many years ago?

　　What about the dark secret of being forced to work as a maid, enduring abuse and hardship?

　　Nervously, I gulped and mustered the courage to speak, "Do you really want to hear the truth?" I asked, anxious about his reaction.

　　A warm smile graced his lips, but his eyes held a firmness that warned against dishonesty. "Of course, everything. I despise lies, remember that."

　　Taking a step back, I nervously fiddled with my fingers, glancing around at the presence of his pack, guards, betas, and friends surrounding us.

　　Though I wanted a fresh start, I did not seek revenge on anyone. All I yearned for was a chance to escape and begin anew.

　　But... what if he decided not to be my mate after hearing the unvarnished truth?

　　As he noticed my momentary distraction, he closed the distance between us, his voice firm yet compassionate, "Where do you live, Rarity?"

　　I blurted out, "In the royal castle."

　　"Good, then come with me. You do not have to say anything. I'll figure it out myself," he declared confidently, as if he had already seen beyond the surface of my words and into the depths of my heart.

　　Once he grasped my hand, fear gripped me as I realized that I had just fled from Drake and Drew. They could spread lies about me or worse, decide to kill me right in front of the Alpha king's eyes.

　　Desperately, I shook my head, pleading with him, "No, I can't go there. Please let me go. You will not protect me. Nobody likes me in the pack. They all hate me."

　　In response, I heard a low growl, and he turned to his men, issuing a command, "Now, everyone, inform the king of the pack that I am coming."

　　One of his men hurried away, and I wondered why they were in the forest at that time. Where were their cars?

　　The king pulled me close to his chest, his voice filled with determination, "You are my mate, my Luna. I will protect you, and all the werewolves will too. Do you understand?"

　　I blinked, wanting assurance, and playfully raised my finger, making a sign for a promise. "Promise me?" I asked childishly.

　　He chuckled softly and intertwined his promise finger with mine, sealing the pact, "I promise you, by my life. I searched for you tirelessly. By the way, do you know my name?"

　　Feeling embarrassed, I shook my head, awkwardly admitting, "No, sorry, my king. I did not even know that you are the king. Sorry—I never had the opportunity to practice my powers."

　　He looked at me with sympathy and placed a tender kiss on my uncleaned forehead. "Do not be sorry. You do not need any practice because you will be the queen. All the packs, kingdoms, and even I will protect you."

　　And just like that, I remembered my late father's words, and they spilled out of my mouth without a second thought, "That's what my father, King Vidar, said," I muttered.

　　He furrowed his brows and scrutinized me from head to toe, "Your father, King Vidar! Then why are you wearing..." He paused, seemingly detecting something suspicious.

　　Out of nowhere, his strong hands lifted me up in a bridal style. I gasped but did not protest.

　　As his arms wrapped around me, a surge of electricity shot through my body. His touch ignited a fire within me, sending a rush of warmth to my cheeks.

　　I could not help but blush, feeling both vulnerable and cherished in his powerful embrace.

　　His eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, the world around us faded away. It was just him and me, bound together by an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend time itself.

　　His words resonated in my heart, and I could not deny the comfort and security I found in his strong arms. "You are so tiny and weak. You will not be able to walk all that distance. I can carry you all the way."

　　With each step he took, my heart raced faster. His closeness sent shivers down my spine, and I clung to him, not wanting this moment to end. I felt like a delicate flower in the arms of a mighty protector, and the thought of being carried away by him made my pulse quicken.

　　Blushing, I pressed my head against his broad chest, "I am not tiny, my king. You are just very tall and strong."

　　He chuckled, and as he walked, his royal pack followed him.

　　His voice, low and tender, filled the air like a love song. "You are so precious to me," he whispered, and his words melted my defenses.

　　I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. It was a scent that would forever be imprinted in my memory.

　　In his arms, I felt invincible. The world could throw its challenges at us, but I knew that together, we could conquer anything. As we moved forward, I let go of my doubts and fears. He was my protector, my confidante, and my king.

　　I remained silent, while he conversed with his men about various matters. Feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes.

　　In my slumber, I mumbled, "I miss you, daddy. My brothers did not protect me," and tears rolled down my cheeks unconsciously.

　　A warm hand gently wiped away my tears, but I did not wake up. Soon, I heard horns and voices cheering, welcoming the king.

　　It was then that I heard his voice for the first time in my life, "Welcome, King Vidar."

　　However, the joyful noises suddenly turned into total silence as they noticed me in the king's arms.

　　The wise old man, my father's best friend, who had tried to help me for the sake of the kingdom, not just me, attempted to warn the pack that disowning and mistreating me would bring darkness upon the kingdom since I belonged to the king. But because of his age, no one took him seriously, and they mocked his words.