A Baby for the Alpha King

THE LUCKIEST SHE-WOLF

CLEO

I braced myself for the king’s wrath as I admitted to him my condition, how I was considered “defective,” and how it might affect my ability to bear an offspring compared to other omegas. I didn’t mean to hide it, but everything felt so sudden for me that I didn’t get to gather my thoughts before agreeing to his proposition.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t mean to hide this from you.” I lowered my head in both humility and fear that he’d get angry.

I was used to people being disgusted by me, or looking at me like I was the most useful person in the world. It doesn’t bother me anymore, but the thought of being hated by my own mate triggers that fear. I don’t think I can bear to see him disgusted with me.

“You didn’t hide anything from me. You told me that it was your first heat, and I already figured that something was unusual about you when the doctors couldn’t manage your heat even with the best medicines we had.”

I felt immediate relief from his remark, but confusion followed right after. I lifted my head just to see his reaction, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. Instead, I see sadness in his eyes.

“If you’re already aware, then why did you still propose this setup?” The question came out before I could think through.

Alpha Solan stepped forward, looking at me with certainty in his eyes. “Everything I said to you while convincing you to agree to this is true. I might not be able to give you the position of being my queen, but you are still my mate. You’re mine and mine alone. Besides, with confirmation from you, I can talk to the pack doctors and see if there's any solution to regulate your heat.”

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. His words were firm, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. He isn’t just a random werewolf but the alpha of alphas. Keeping me as a baby maker is logical, but with my condition, it blurs the chance of producing an heir.

He could have anyone he desired, someone more desirable and useful, but he insisted that it should be me.

“I don't understand,” I admitted, forehead crumpling in confusion, “If I can't give you an heir and if I can't be what everyone expects of your mate, then why would you still choose me?”

Solan let out a sigh. This might be the first time someone questioned his words like this, but I genuinely wanted to understand.

“Because you are my fated mate, Cleo. I do not care if you’re an omega or whatever flaws you have. You are my mate, and you are mine.”

“But if the council learns about this…”

“The council be damned,” He cut me off, making me flinch at the sudden rage I felt from him. It wasn't directed at me but to the elder council who seemed to be always trying to question his decision. “I’ll handle them if they want to argue with me.”

I bit my lip, suddenly overwhelmed by his scent, waffling my senses and the surge of emotions I felt from our bond. I never thought it would be this intense. I’m starting to worry about how I’d act once I experience my heat again.

“Wouldn’t they turn against you because of me?” I asked again, worried that my flaws would affect him. “They’re already reluctant to begin with.”

He grinned menacingly, “They should. So, I would have the excuse to abolish them. They’ve been overbearing for years. My predecessors tolerated them, but I'm starting to think otherwise.”

His headstrong responses dumbfounded me. It wasn’t just stubbornness or arrogance on his part. He meant every word he said, and it baffles me how ready he was to throw everything away for this setup, just to be with me.

I think it would take a while for me to get used to this kind of life. I’m also terrified that he’d regret it, and in the end, I will be left all alone and shattered. It was better to end it as early as possible instead of falling hard only to be resentful in the end. It’ll hurt, but hopefully not as much.

“I apologize, I’m just worried that I would drag you down with me. All my life I was treated either as a freak or straight up useless because I can’t even do what was expected of me as an omega. These kinds of things… I’m not used to it.”

“I appreciate you worrying about me, but have some more faith in me, Cleo.” His expression softened this time, “Give me a chance to make this work.”

This time, he sounded like he was pleading. Alpha Solan cupped my face. His touch was very gentle, yet it was enough to make my heart a mess. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help leaning into his touch, yearning for it badly.

I feel so lost ever since I ended up here, but whenever he is around, everything feels easier. I’m well aware that I shouldn’t depend on him or expect that he’d feel the same way I do, but how am I supposed to keep everything civil when he’s like this?

I couldn't bring myself to ask him directly, as I wasn't ready for his response.

Could I really allow myself to hope? In the first place, he could never be mine. He was bound to another woman by marriage, but even that can't contain him. He’s here right now, after all.

“Greetings, my king,” Isabel announced her presence while her head was low. “Is there any problem here?”

I backed away in an instant as if I was scalded. I was so absorbed by the situation that I didn’t even notice her arrival. Like Isabel, I kept my head low but couldn’t stop myself from peeking at his reaction.

Alpha Solan didn’t look pleased but answered her question anyway, “I was just checking on Cleo. You should be looking after her. Where have you been?” He asked dryly.

“My apologies, your majesty. Cleo had disclosed something important about her health, and I figured I should report it immediately to her doctors.” Isabel responded, looking like she was ready to explain everything if she was asked.

He took another glance at me, making my heart skip a beat. How can I even stay calm under his gaze? It’s simply too intense.

Solan didn’t push the topic further. Instead, he calmly nodded. “I’ll talk to her doctors myself,” he stated, turning his attention back to Isabel. “See to it that she gets what she needs. Give her anything she needs.”

He turned away without another word, leaving the premises right after. Only then was I able to breathe in relief. He didn’t really do anything, but his presence alone is too powerful. I don’t even know if it was because of our bond or if his presence is simply too overbearing for an omega.

My eyes landed on Isabel, trying to read her expression. She turned to me with an exhausted face. “Was the king angry? I couldn’t really tell.”

I slowly shook my head, “I don’t think so. He’s not pleased with the situation, but he isn’t angry. Not at you, at least.” I explained after realizing why she asked.

Isabel let out a small, nervous laugh before she was able to speak again. “I thought I was a goner. Just when I was already convinced that the queen is more terrifying than Alpha Solan, he proves me otherwise.”

It was my turn to chuckle awkwardly at the random remark.

She let out a sigh after looking at me. “As an omega to another, I genuinely can’t tell if you are the luckiest or the most unfortunate she-wolf alive.”