The Two Alpha Kings Possession

Chapter Eight

LEO

“If Kendra is our fated mate, she has to be in our vision.” My wolf whispers as I connect to my inner peace, my voice shifts, sounding less like language and more like a wild, wordless howl.

Ever since our last encounter, she left me with a burning desire to see her again, to touch her, to kiss her sweet lips and to mate her.

“Accipe! profunde in spiritu!!” I chant repeatedly, calling on the good spirits of the Earth to take me in. My right index finger rubbing gently in circles on the oval-shaped crystal in my left hand.

I am seated on the floor shirtless in front of a floor length mirror, in a crossed-legged posture as I call on the primal magic.

When I’m not in the class room teaching, which I hate doing of course, I am in my bedchamber meditating and communing with the spirits or in my study going over some work.

Every other time, i go out of my room on rare occasions, like when my family wants to dine together or when I’m visiting the mirror cave for soul purification.

They said, embracing emotions and coming to terms with bad things in life is not meant for men. Instead, men are expected to swallow their rage and sorrows and present a tough facade to the world. I, Prince Leo Thorn have been leaving such life for many years.

Many different ridiculous stories have been told on why I was exiled, but only I know the real truth. I was the only witness to that night, the night I’d like to refer to as “holy-horror”.

That one horrifying and traumatic experience left me with a deep scar, one I’d like to bury in my soul until I figure out a way to seal the torn walls and my rightful place as the crown prince restored.

Hopefully it happens soon. Only a man who knows what it feels like to be broken can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of strength it takes to win when the match is even, hence I'm losing my patience.

I will leave every single one of them to wallow in their ignorance and worst assumption of me. I won’t take that pleasure away from them.

A sudden power surges over me as a white blinding-light flashes through the mirror, sucking me in.

I see myself running through the forest in my shifted form, wind in my face, barely touching the ground. Branches whips past my face, cutting deep into my skin. Twigs snaps underneath my feet as i sprint as fast as I can. I can hear the footsteps of my pursuers hot on her heel, growling and snarling at one another as they chase me through the dense forest.

As the forest suddenly becomes calm, I turn to see how close my pursuers are but to my surprise, they are gone. Another wolf runs behind me, in perfect sync.

A white she-wolf, as white as snore, sparkling white that's almost blinding. Her eyes deep blue and still like the ocean. I can feel our connection. A strong bond pulling my soul towards hers like strings.

Kendra! I can recognize those beautiful pair of eyes even in darkness.

But a strange, unearthly jangling sound follows us both before I can get a closer look at her, chasing us... we run.... faster and faster... I can hear her five toes on forefeet digging behind me.

“Come on, we're close!” I shout out at her, nudging her to go faster. We are nearing the Mirror cave, the heart of the primal magic and once in there no forces born of Earth and magic can harm us.

Sprinting forward into the mouth of the cave, I turn back to see her, chained to a big tree by heavy manacles around her waist.. But I cannot go back.... A force is gripping my feet to the ground, I can’t move them.

And suddenly the connection between us fractures! I can feel it in my bones, like I’m being torn apart from my other half… Then I feel someone else, another man coming between us. The firm grip of our bond expanding to include him. I can feel my wolf’s deep anger at the violation of our bond, dangerously angry.

I startle to consciousness at a sharp knock on my door, disoriented and covered in sweat. I turn my head to a footboy pushing the door open. I sprawl to my feet. Picking a towel from the chair arm to clean my sweaty skin, I give him a questioning look. “Where are your manners, boy?”

“My apologies for coming in without permission, My Lord, but the king has asked if you can have tea with the family in the drawing room.”

I clear my throat and soften my voice when I answer, “Sure. Tell him I’ll be there shortly.”

He deeps into a curtsey and breezes out.

Father is asking me to join him for a tea? I snorts a laugh and give a tiny head shake. This never happened since I got back. He always find ways to keep me out of sight when there is any form of royal gatherings. What the hell does he want from me now?

Opening the wardrobe, I pick out a fine robe and throws it over my shoulder. I prefer being in a casual outfit but wearing a royal robe when meeting with father is a must. Etiquettes is something he instinct in me to always take serious back when he thought I’d be his heir.

I walk through the hall toward the upstairs gallery, a long corridor of rooms that partially overlooks the great hall. My heart cramps up at the thought of my childhood.

Growing up was fun in the palace, I had my Mum with me, her bedchamber was at the far end of the hall even though she never slept in it. The king loved her so much and never let her have a separate bedchamber but he still had her's decorated with the finest of furniture.

Etiquettes is not for her when it comes to me, she’d have that thrown out the window and would pursue me around the palace when I go off committing mischiefs.

I push away the unnerving feeling and descend the staircase, crossing the great hall to enter the drawing room.

…and there they are, My parents and kid sister beside the fireplace, enjoying a cup of tea and small biscuits from the fine china.

“There you are, Leo. Glad to have you join us”. Father says, surprisingly wearing a small smile.

“Thank you, Dad”. I take a seat next to Anna who looks bubbly and joyous at me.

“Good of you to arrive on time, Leo. Unlike some ill-mannered souls”. My stepmom, Luna Kestrel acknowledges, aiming an angry glare towards the entrance door. She’s in her early fifties but has somehow managed to maintain a youthful look. She looks under thirty in her blond raven hair.

When I look back to where her eyes are, I see my unruly younger brother stalking up leisurely. He takes a seat next to Father and didn’t look my way. Not even a side glance. I chuckle inwardly. Boy, I babied you!

While a maid pours our tea, Anna leans toward me, flinty-eyed... “Glad to see you have finally decided to join the tradition of trussing ourselves up like stuffed geese for evening tea.”

I let out a soft laugh. She’s in a dress. Hardly will you see her in a royal attire. “ You're one to talk, huh? You look quite lady-like in your dress.”

She gasps. “Really?” I give her a head nod and she smiles. “ Well, I don't intend to make a habit of it, so drink on it while you can.”

“Leo, I hope you’re enjoying your time with the students.” Father interrupts us, drawing our attention to him.

Wordlessly, I nod, restraining the urge to bluff out just how much I hate it there.

As we sip from the tea cup, the air hangs heavy and cold, pressing down on me like fathoms of icy water as I watch Father whispering to Chase who only nods in response.

I struggle to breathe against the pressure of that silence, and what feels like a conspiratorial conversation going on between them. The frantic thrum of my heart seeming unbearably loud, reminding me that I’ve lost all my rights in this place.

“Shouldn’t the royal masks hold when I’m twenty?.” Chase’s face darkening, and he takes on a sardonic tone. “Father, I just turned eighteen.”

“Pushing nineteen. Your marriage has to happen as soon as possible.” He retorts in a tone that’s not to be argued with and I notice Chase's expression turning frostier.

The Royal masks is a party hosted by the royal family when a crown prince wants to take a wife. All the seven kingdoms are gathered to fest and merry and to watch as he marks his mate and seal their bond.

Why does father want Chase to get married all of a sudden? My time is running out!

“This is the right thing to do. For you, for the family, and for the kingdom.” He turns his cold brown eyes on me. “This is also for you, Leo. It’s time to fix your relationship with our people and get your life back on track. What do you think?” he asks as if my opinion accounts.

I only shrug in response as i hold the tea cup to my lips, sipping gently as my mind flicks back to my vision.

Dad looks between Chase and i, noticing the negative energy swearing between us, “Both of you should catch up. Go out for a walk or go see a movie like when you were younger” He suggests.

“But we aren’t children anymore, Dad.” Chase sharply cuts in. “ If he wants to catch up, he should meet me in the field… with his sword.” He challenges. I can feel his blood boiling with rage, his eyes shimmered crimson red. All that anger and hatred directed at me?… I’m not surprised.

Chase is not my problem right now. I have my hands full with too much already. There is no space for his insolence, but if he wants a sword fight, he should bring it on. “ Sword fight it is, then.”

I watch as a mischievous smile play on his face in response like he's going to have me ripped apart. I f*****g thought him half of what he thinks he knows about sword fighting. His face play cannot intimidate me.

My vision of Kendra is my major concern. If she’s mine, who is the man stretching the connection between us?