The King of Alphas
1350 Words
I sat in the dark room where the soldiers finally kicked me into, my body shaky with the force of my tears. My mind was filled with images of the Alpha Kyle that I used to know. The way he took my hands carefully after the mate bonds were revealed. How he told me that he had no intentions of rejecting me. How he had taken my first time that very night.
I could still feel the smoothness of his naked back on my hands, the vision of his body above mine, the sound of his voice as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Was that really all... for this? So he could package me like I meant nothing and give me as a gift to the king of the convention?
My heart broke all over again, my head resting on my knees, my teeth gritted hard. Maybe I should have listened to my stepmother when she said no Alpha would ever take me. Maybe if I had let her negativity cloud me then and stop me from getting involved with Alpha Kyle, I wouldn't have to stand risking myself to a man I didn't even know.
But that was the thing. I did know the King of the Alpha Convention and the King of Alphas. The mystic king of blood and death. Everyone did. And that was why it felt even worse that Kyle would give me to a man as ruthless and morally impaired as that man.
I looked around the small room. It was dimly lit but very carefully arranged with gifts.
I stood up slowly, realizing that the last thing I wanted to do was wait for that man to come find me. The last thing I wanted was for Delilah to succeed in ruining me.
I looked around, and there were large trinkets of gold, silver, and diamonds.
But that was not my main concern. I needed to get out of here.
I looked up, and to my relief, there was a very tiny window right on the very top of the walls. It would be impossible for me to reach it, but the room had more than enough boxes.
For the next thirty minutes, in total silence and heartbreak, I moved boxes over to the window, stacking them on each other.
I was drenched in sweat, but my determination was fuelled by the hatred I now felt for Kyle and Delilah. How had they managed to make a fool of me so bad, and I never even realized? How did they manage to hide that they knew each other? How did they manage to lure me down here so easily?
Once the last of the boxes was stacked, I leaned down and cut the sheer material of the dress, letting it stop above my knee, my chest heaving. It was for easier mobility, and I quickly climbed up the boxes.
I peeked through the window, my brows furrowed.
The room on the other side was fully illuminated, and I could hear some announcement going on. I didn't have the time to think about it, and with the very last of my strength, I pulled the vent covering it, letting it fall back to the floor beneath me.
The window was small, but I could manage. I pushed in and started to make my way through when suddenly, the lights went off.
My brows furrowed, and I turned around to try and catch a glimpse of something. There was nothing. No sign. Just total darkness.
I pushed through the window, forcing my legs through, my hands reaching out to the space in front of me.
Just as I felt my body pass through the window, the lights suddenly came on, right beneath me. The shock sent me reeling forward, a gasp escaping my lips, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I tumbled forward into the void of light, expecting to meet my end. To be honest, dying now... it didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Suddenly, two strong hands wrapped around my back and underneath my knees, breaking my fall instantly. My lips parted, and I opened my eyes.
The lights were blinding, and I could feel the gaze of hundreds of eyes upon me. I turned slowly, examining the still dim room. I could only tell that there were people, and soon I realized with dread that the window led straight into the banquet hall where the Alpha convention ball and appointment ceremony was taking place.
I turned immediately to the man who was still holding me. The spotlight seemed to be on just him, and I took him in.
He was wearing a pitch-black coat with equally black embroidery that somehow still stood out.
I dared to look in his eyes, and my breath hitched in my throat. Dark red eyes stared right back at me, and I knew what it meant.
The mystic red. The eyes that only belonged to the King of Alphas.
"Your Majesty," said someone, and light came back around the entire room, bringing into perspective just how much I had messed up.
I turned again, and the Alpha convention, as I have always only heard of them, were sitting in a straight line on an elevated podium, with the only empty seat in the middle.
It was more of a throne than a seat, and I knew who it belonged to.
"Your Majesty," Alpha Kyle said suddenly, walking up from the seats that had been labelled for the men that would be given seats.
The Alpha King gently put me down, his dark red eyes meeting mine. He was as cold as a block of ice, and his hands slowly gracefully went behind him.
"Why do we have a stray omega falling from windows in my banquet hall?" His voice was cold, and it cut through the silence in the hall in the most threatening way.
It didn't take long before two soldiers seized me once again.
"Wait!" I screamed, much against Alpha Kyle and Delilah's wishes, judging from the grimace on their faces.
He turned to me, his eyes as expressionless as anything.
"Yes?"
I pulled away from the soldiers, then went on my knees, my chest heaving hard, tears filling my eyes.
"I am..."
"She is no one," Alpha Kyle said, suddenly moving in front of me, covering me. "She is a servant I brought with me and..."
"A servant?" I said, hatred filling my heart now. How could Kyle be such a disgusting coward?
Silence fell between us again before the King of Alphas finally spoke.
"Who are you?"
I looked up, only to realize he was not referring to me. He was looking at Kyle, his eyes the same expressionless block of ice.
"I... I am Alpha Kyle from the Night Wolves. I am... to be given a seat at the convention tonight."
Another round of silence.
"So you are to become one of my dogs," said the King, his red eyes slowly taking in Alpha Kyle. "Why don't you join the herd and sit like an obedient one lest I change my mind?"
I have never seen Alpha Kyle so humbled. Even Delilah seemed shocked at the amount of power difference between a mere Alpha and the mystic king of Alphas.
I stayed on my knees, my chest heaving, my mind reeling. I was a gift to the most important man in the history of werewolves. I was his gift.
Alpha Kyle and Delilah slowly walked away, and with each step they took, the idea of revenge only got more and more tempting. What if... what if...
"Look at me."
I immediately looked up. He was majestic, his pitch black hair tied in a slightly messy bun behind him, his height towering above me. He exuded money and power. The sort that could hurt the people who have just hurt me.
"Tell me who you are and whom you are escaping from."
I swallowed hard. "I... I am an omega. My name is Elvira, and I... I am your gift, Your Majesty."
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