The Alpha King and his Beta's Human Mate

Chapter 3

My mouth opens to scream, but he kisses my lips passionately, forcing me to choke it down.

After a few seconds, he makes a gurgling sound, deep in the back of his throat. He lets go of me, his black eyes wide, and takes two unsteady steps backwards, holding his hand to his chest.

He glances down, as do I, and we are both surprise, to find a large hole, where his heart, was suppose to be.

He staggers, then falls to his knees and whispers my name

"Angelia."

I stare at the man behind him, who is holding his bloody heart, as it beats for the last time.

Are they the same person or brothers? It is the same man, that was lying on the ground, he was not dead after all.

He throws the heart to ground, and walks towards me. His hand reaches out, to touch my face, but instead he also falls to his knees.

"Angelia." He croaks, as I stand there staring at both of them in disbelief.

"Save him," the bodyless voice sings to me, once and over again.

"Save who?" I say aloud in confusion, as they both, have the same face. How was I, to save anyone?

The scenery changes again, and I am hurled into a large room. There is a grand piano, in the corner. An old grey haired lady, and a young blond hair teenage boy, sat on the wooden bench, before it.

"Play the song for me, one more time, pleaassee," the boy begs her.

"Okay, my grandson, but this will be the last time," she submits and begin to play the keys. The music was hauntingly beautiful, a love song no doubt.

I start to hum it under my breath, memorizing every keystroke, and words.

Afterwards, they get up and leave the room, not noticing me. The door closes in behind them.

I walk over to the piano, and begin to play, singing the song, just as I remember it.

The sound of clapping startles me, I hustle off the bench, turns around and find the teenage boy clapping.

"Who are you?" He asks me. "And how do you know my granma and granpa's love song?"

"My name is Angelia, and I was in the room, when your grandmother played it." I tell him honestly.

"And you learnt it, so fast?" he asks, amaze by this fact.

"Yes, I am good with music," I tell him, shugging my shoulders.

"I wish, I could sing and play the piano?" He says wistfully, staring off into space.

"With some practice, you can. Anyone can," I tell him persuasively.

"Well, I can't. I am to be King one day, so I must only do Kingly things," the boy says haughtly.

"Then you will miss out, on life," I say, trying to reason with him.

"Why were you spying on us? Are you working with the vampires? No, your hair is white, and your eyes are like gold. You are much too pretty, to be a nasty blood sucking vampire or evil witch." He rattles off at a rapid speed, leaving my head realing.

He walks slowly around me, exaiming me, from my head to my toes, then he stops infront of me, his face much too close to mines and declares seriously

"You must be a Fairy."

"Is that a good thing?" I ask in aprehension.

"Yes, they are our allies." He explains, thoughtfully

"Yes. I am what you say, I am," I answered him, in a roundabout way.

"Why are you here?" he asks curiously, still staring at my face.

How much longer, will this dream last. I was still confused by all that I saw, and still didn't know who I was suppose to be saving.

"Answer me?" The boy say gruffly.

Although, he was a teenager, he was tall, at least six feet, with broad shoulders and a lean body, that would no doubt get larger, as he age.

"I am here to see you. It's a surprise" I tell him, wondering if I am, making a mistake.

"Oh. Okay. No one informed me." He say looking distractedly.

"It's a surprise, a secret." I say again

"A secret? Okay. Is it top secret? Do you have information on our enemies?" He ask, earnestly.

What a bore, I thought. He really needs to live a little. He acts like an old man, and not a teenager. I need to make him, let his hair down, and have some fun.

"No one must know, that I am here." I whispered, pretending to take him, into my confidence.

"You can trust me. I will not tell a wolf," he pledges

"Is there somewhere, private we can go?" I ask, glancing around the room suspiciously.

He says silient for a while, the wheels in his mind turning. Finally, deciding that he can trust me, he takes a hold of my hand and says quietly

"Follow me."

I follow him out the door, out the large house and into the back yard. There are trees and flowers everywhere. I look around me, getting loss, in the beauty of it all.

He notices my distraction and stops walking, letting go of my hand, allowing me to get a better look.

"It's my grandparents house, my grandma loves flowers." He says me, with a slight smile to his lips.

"It's amazing." I say to him, trying to absorb everything.

"When I am King, I plan to have a large garden, with lots of flowers and with water fountain. A place where everyone can visit," he declares sincerely.

"That sounds, like a wonderful idea," I tell him in admiration, of his love for his grandmother.

We continue walking, and onto a grassy zig zag path, that leds us through tall, thick trees. We waddle through some tall grasses, then emerges, before a small lake.

The lake was amazingly clear, I could even make out, a few fishes swiming in it.

"This is my secret place, no one comes here," he reveals to me

"It's amazing, thank you for bringing me here," I say sincerely

A blush covers his face, and he has a small smile to his lips, as he turns away ftom me, to look at the lake.

I notice him still glancing at me, from the corners of his eyes.

"What is the secret?" He ask, abruptly

My mind freezes and I didn't know, what to tell him, but I knew it had to be something good.

I open my mouth pausing, unsure of the words to say, when I hear my voice saying

"I saw a great battle, between beast and majic weavers. The sky turned black, and the earth was soaked in their blood. Many fell that day, and many will fall again. Your foe is your enemy, and your enemy is your foe."

"That battle happen already, many, many moon ago. My father has reign for decades, we have signed peace treaties. There will be no more war." He declares firmly, his voice rising in the quiet surroundings.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to upset you," I tell him softly

He is silent for a while, then tells me

"You wasted, your time coming here."

"No. I didn't. I got to meet you," I say with a small smile

He stares at my lips, then smiles back at me. I grab his hand, pulling him towards the water's edge.

"Come, lets forget about ancient wars, and have some fun."

I let go of his hand, and waddle my bare feet in it, laughing. It is cold, I keep on walking until, it reaches my knees.

He watches my every move, like a deadly predator

"Come on, take off those shoes," I sing, over and over again, until he relents to my request.

He joins me in the water. I jump up and down splattering him. I then skim the water surface, using the side of my hand, wetting him.

He stares at me in surprised, then laughs like he never laugh before. So, I wet him some more.

He reaches for me, grabing my arm, but I backed away suddenly, making us both lose our balance. We both fall into the water, soaking our clothes. We sat up, laughing at our foolishness.

The laughter cames to an end, and the mood shifts. I can feel the s****l tension between us, as we stare into each other eyes.

His black eyes stares deeply into mines, claiming my soul. His head tilts slightly to the side, then leans in and kisses me.

I place my hands on his shoulders, kissing him back. His lips are warm and soft, we are both inexperience at this, but we soon get the hang of it.

He pauses, then whispers aganist my lips

"Angelia, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world."

I smile, feeling warm and all tingly inside. He kisses me again, more passionately this time. I lean into him, feeling his warm, soft body aganist mines.

Soft?

I open my eyes, it feels like I am on a bed, I think. I sit up, looking around me for him, but he is gone.

It was just a dream, but it felt so real.

I get up off the bed quickly, looking for my diary. Finding it, I write down words, but it all fades away too fast.

I'm in my bedroom and its early morning. The sun has just risen.

Why, am I writting in my diary, at this god forsaken hour? I wondered.

I stared in bewilderment, at the page and the words written in it.

Great Battle

Supernatural creatures

Identical blond men

Blood

Grandparents

Majic

Piano

Prince

Lake

First Kiss