The Rogue Alpha King

CH.12 - His Queen

Chapter Twelve.

Alpha Alvaro’s point of view.

The day on its own was beyond hectic as people kept moving up and down my office with updates, questions, enquiries and information. It is not even noon yet but I was already beyond exhausted with stress weighing heavily on my shoulders. Taking in a deep breath my back hits the plush leather chair cushion and my eyes solemnly focusing on the patterns designs on my ceiling board. For some reason I have been finding myself looking at my ceiling board more often than I should in the past few days just trying to collect my thoughts and gather my emotions.

The more I looked at the patterns on my ceiling board the more my thoughts started to leak last year and I could finally hear myself think.

“maybe I am overworking myself … actually no scratch that not maybe I definitely am overworking myself. Like seriously the pack will not crumble if I just close my eyes for one single second. It is not like I am going to sleep all of forever, I am just going to take a small nap… Close my eyes just for a few seconds,”

I slowly closed my eyes as I mentally just crossed myself into taking a little nap and rest. I could feel the tension on my shoulders getting a little bit better…not enough to make a huge difference in how shi**y I felt but enough for me to notice. My legs slowly went down as I subconsciously started to welcome some peace and calm into my system. Darkness opened up its Loving arms to me just welcoming me into a big warm hug.

"Alpha the trackers have been able to find the girl's scent and a team is being sent over there in order to further narrow down the search area. The location is not that far from our territory which means that the kidnappers must really be sloppy. That being said please stand by for more updates I will make sure to inform you whenever I find out something more,”

I honestly cannot catch a break. I simply acknowledged uncle Liam’s very impromptu mind link whilst using all of my self control to not snap at him for ruining the one and only moment of peace that I had finally allowed myself.

I am slowly starting to think that she was just waiting for you to get to the sweet spot that I needed to calm my nerves in order to just rip away my peace and bring me back to the world of one problem on top of the other. I can't imagine people fighting over themselves and wasting the energy trying to get her the alpha King. As much as I do not want to answer to anyone and I love power I just cannot add more work and stress into my life. I have people who respect ,love and adore me.

I also have people who fear respect and hate me but what is life without enemies... If no one hates you,you are probably doing something wrong, being a people-pleaser is just not worth the energy. The idea that I would actually try to become the alpha King and socialize with so many other wolves is comical to say the least. I might not show it but I am satisfied with my life, not happy but satisfied. Above all else the one thing that has left hole in my soul and makes me want is not having a mate.

My wolf craves for the love, affection , attention and adoration that comes with the mate. Just spoiling someone as much as I desire, being allowed to be vulnerable ,sensitive and loving without any shame being associated with it just seems so freeing to me.

The idea of confusion by myself and being loved for who I am brings a certain piece to my heart. Now do not get me wrong I am loved by my pack members and I sincerely believe that my pack is my family but being Alpha or should I say being groomed to be Alpha from a very young age has shaped my personality in such a way where I feel the need to constantly be the Alpha and nothing else.

As if my whole personality was just to be alpha and I am expected to act as such. How my demeanor and actions on the battlefield have given people this idea of how cruel and beastly I am. How my wolf's exterior is being projected onto me as a person, making me a monster or maybe giving me the identity of being one.

Somehow parts of having a mate made Gwen slowly drift into my mind. In Swedish I’m not exactly the fairytale mate love story that I hear of but I am sure that is to be expected because we are chosen mates. I had been away from a very young age that I do not have met because I was or am lycanthrope.

Nowadays it is very rare to find a Lycan and in all of history Lycans are known to only mate with Lycans. With Lycans being wild beasts and such Monsters abilities it only makes sense for a lycanthropes other half to also be a lycanthrope in order for the two wolves to tame one another. It took years of hard work and dedication to reign in my wolf, take charge and be in control of our rage . years of bonding , discussing and trauma has made it so that my wolf and I understand each other on a level where we realized that choosing a mate was what needed to be done.

The thought of finding our own mate or the lack of having a mate had created such grief and trauma that we both concluded that in order for our sanity to remain intact we needed to allow another wolf into our space even if the love is not there immediately, maybe at some point it might develop.

Thoughts of mating and love growing soon brought me back to the events of the night before. Her hands all over my body and mine all over hers. For a few moments I wanted nothing more than to just pin her against my office desk and have my way with her. I want it to taste her in every way possible, not just her lips. I wanted to rip her clothes off and make her scream my name but that is not what happened. I ran it over and over in my head just wondering what she thought of me when I asked her to leave my office.

Maybe she thinks something is wrong with me but she felt my arousal also probably not. I was beyond aroused and the dropping of my groin constantly reminded me of it. I could feel the deep yearning burning up deep within my core but I had to be honest with myself. The only reason I was so aroused was because I was thinking about her... Jade. The sheer guilt and annoyance of Jade being on my mind when I was being intimate with the woman that I am soon to mate with and call my Luna just made me unable to enjoy the moment or want to continue on for any longer. Those of Jade did not seem to leave my mind no matter how hard I tried and on more than one occasion I had concluded that she had bewitched me.

My hands pinched the crook of my nose, I couldn’t believe how much energy it was taking to rain my wolf in .Stiff…my shoulders were beyond stiff as a result of the tension related stress that was traumatizing my body .It is taking everything in me to calm myself down, the tension within my shoulders was becoming more and more intense by the second. The sudden memory of her eyes , Her beautiful… Beautiful bright emerald green orbs haunted me.

My hands slowly ran down my neck ,all the way to my shoulders as if retracing the path that her hands took on my body. The way she felt when I held her… the peaceful beating of her heart .The way she touched me ,everything she did ignited a feeling within me. I couldn’t really put my finger on exactly what I was feeling but it was something. Not something that I usually show like anger, rage or fury . I mean don’t get me wrong I am not a raging animal at least not most of the time. I feel other things aside from anger but those emotions are irrelevant… they are rarely as intense and do not ignite any spark within me so as to captivate me…draw me in and overpower me.

Ohh her body …the way it seductively moved. The captivating, torturously slow movements of her body drew me in and trapped me within her spell. Oh my moon goddess , am I actually literally under a spell? Am I OK ? is this even normal? No! It cannot be normal. She bewitched me, that is what happened. I have made up my mind, she bewitched me and I cannot let her win . I guess it’s a good thing that I will never ever see her again. Maybe my wolf would let her go after some time. The mere idea of her was riling me up. I could feel my blood burning up and my mind could not let me be . The thoughts of a mere woman having such power over me made me shiver in disdain.

“Your majesty …there is a woman here to see you. She is clad in all black clothes accompanied by a child and also appears to be carrying luggage as if she is to stay long. She refuses to tell us what she wants to discuss with you and why she is here says that she wants to see you and only you, my king,”

I looked at him with great annoyance for disturbing my train of thought. I could feel my wolf wanting to unleash my pent up anger upon him and I didn’t even feel bothered enough to stop him if he actually did it.

“What the hell do you mean that a woman is here to see me. Why are you even bothering me with such frivolous information? If it were important she would have stated the point of her mission by now. Random women do not just come out of nowhere to demand my presence. Everyone in the pack knew that my beta and second in command would be the one to determine if any stranger deserves an audience with me. There are rules and you know that. Next time you knock before entering my office I don’t care if the door is open or not now leave!”

I hate losing my temper but based on my words and my tone I could already tell that I had lost it in the guard.

“My apologies your majesty but the woman… she keeps saying that she is your crown ,that I should inform you that a king is not a king without a crown. She also said to inform you and I quote “in the Kingdom of the supernatural , kings kill kings in order to become kings and rule the Kingdom thus as king you need light to rule beside your darkness” end quote,” could tell just by the amount of focus on his face that he was beyond serious and actually quoting the woman word for word.

My eyebrows scrunched up together as the look of bewilderment fell upon my face. The scrunched brows signified my confusion and how bewildered I was at such… At such… I don’t even know what to call it, but whenever it was, It was indeed both weird and interesting. I had to find out more. Curiosity might have killed the cat but I’m sure that its satisfaction revived it and brought it back to life. “Sounds very interesting and who exactly did this woman say she was? “ The distance between the guard and I got a tiny bit smaller as I shifted my body forward and leaned in closer to him as I finished asking the question and began to await his answer.

Open ,close ,open and close… Those were the movements of his lip’s as he contemplated the answer he was about to give me. A big gulp and a deep breath were all it took for him to open his mouth and give his answer.

“she didn’t give us her name, but she said that you may address her as your Queen...her words not mine,”

I did not really have any response as I just looked at the i***t right before me trying to decipher if he was stupid dumb about everything that is going on I just cannot believe that the i***t would waste my time with all of this nonsense but curiosity did kill the cat and I am very sure satisfaction brought it back to life. Maybe dealing with a crazy woman will help get my mind off things.