Alpha King & his Trophy

09. The magic of bond

HANNAH

I took a good look at my mate. Dark blond hair, almond shaped eyes which ice blue color was giving me chills, strong cheekbones, short stubble, full lips with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles but more surprisingly, a tattoo. It was very unusual to see a werewolf with a tattoo other than a mate mark. Our enhanced ability to heal repaired all skin damage. Therefore, I wondered what kind of tattoo this was.

He must have noticed that I was staring inappropriately and stood up from my bed, coming closer to me.

“Did you forget to speak?” He furrowed his forehead and the temperature in the room suddenly increased tenfold, making me feel too hot. I had to admit that the King was very attractive.

“If I knew you were waiting here, I would hurry up.” I replied to him, trying not to look awkward just wrapped in the towel in front of the King. I was like a little Bambi standing before its predator. This male was so large and most probably everything on him was large. Hm, Hannah and her naughty thoughts…

He took a few more steps in my direction, stopping just right in front of me, and I had to lift my head up to look into those icy blue eyes. Oh wow. What a handsome guy. He leaned over and our faces were almost touching, I could literally feel his breath on my cheek. Was he going to kiss me? Well, it would be quite soon for us as he didn’t even know my name, but I really wouldn’t mind. He was so… so… hot!

“At least you did a thorough job. I can’t smell my brother’s scent anymore.” Now, this was a mood killer. Why did he have to speak about that rapey pig? Ugh. I took a few steps backwards and cleared my throat.

“Mr King. Could you ask one of your servants to bring me some clothes? I have only the t-shirt which belongs to Alpha Garrett.” I pointed at the dirty t-shirt that was already in the trash can and I could swear his eyes got a shade darker and his chest vibrated. Maybe he considered the way I treated his brother’s belongings as disrespectful. Maybe I should have folded it nicely and returned it. He picked the t-shirt from the trash and muttered, “You’ll get new clothes. And I’m taking this away from here.” OK, he was quite pissed. Just what did I do?

“Dinner will be ready soon. Someone will pick you up.” He said without even looking at me and I saw how his hand touched the doorknob, ready to leave me in this room, which looked more like a prison bunk. But I needed answers. I didn’t understand what I was doing here and whether I could leave this place on my own.

“Wait!” I said and grabbed his hand. And then it happened. Billions of millions of trillions of sparkles and tingles ran through my skin, caressing every inch and cell of my body, my eyes opening wide and my jaw dropping all the way down to the floor. Oh my Goddess. It was like having an o.rgasm, although I couldn’t really compare it. Well, I managed to have a few on my own, but I never had one with another person before. And this was how I imagined it. The feeling was so beautiful that a soft moan escaped my mouth.

“It’s bond magic, Hannah. It’s luring us to our mate.” Cleo purred like a lovesick puppy, eyeing the King as if he was God himself. He turned around, intertwining his fingers with mine and I almost lost my balance as the new wave of sensation splashed at me when he locked his eyes with mine.

“Is there anything else you want?” His voice was so sexy that I could just listen to it all day long. I licked my lips, not even realizing what I was doing, and he pulled me closer, gripping my hand more tightly. Aah…

“Tell him I want to lick his tail.” The horny wolf barked seductively and my face flushed red. “Cleo!”

“Ahem. The question is what do you want from me?” I watched his cold gaze that was piercing me in a painful way as he kept pulling me closer and closer to him. My body was already pinned to his strong chest and the tips of our noses were tingling with each other. I closed my eyes and parted my lips, but the kiss was not coming. Just why?!

“I want you to wait for your dress and get ready for dinner. Hannah.” He said in a husky voice and pulled away, swiftly closing the door behind him, leaving me alone and aroused. This was the first time someone made me wet down there. And he hasn’t even kissed me or touched me yet. But he knew my name. Interesting. I didn’t recall introducing myself.

“Can’t wait to meet his wolf and lick his muzzle.” Cleo giggle-barked dreamily, rolling on her back like an excited little puppy. And I was sure that pig Garrett was lying to me, making up stories about his brother being a ruthless monster. He seemed to be quite the opposite. I was not chained to his bed, he invited me to dinner, and I was promised to get a proper dress. So, Garrett’s example of “keeping me safe” was definitely not as per my preference.

The train of my thoughts was cut by a soft knock on my door. An Omega she-wolf entered the room, looking at me with pure hatred and placing a short black dress on my bed. And then she disappeared without saying a single word. Alaskans must have truly hated my realm. The dress was not exactly what I would pick for a formal dinner. It was very short and kind of s.lutty. If I wore something like this at my father’s house, it would surely give him a heart attack. But maybe this was what my mate liked, having my skin more exposed. So, I dressed up, a bit disappointed that the Omega did not bring any shoes or at least underwear. A guard was waiting for me outside the room to escort me, Goddess knew where, but it was certainly on the opposite side of the castle. We walked through several floors until we reached the fancy-looking dining hall with a massive and very long table that could host at least 50 people. And it seemed like I was the first guest to arrive. Good. I could choose my own spot then. But the guard grabbed me by my shoulder as soon as I decided to touch any chair.

“You are not sitting there, Yukoner.” He grunted and I looked at him startled. There were no other tables, so where should I sit then? The guard dragged me close to the fireplace and tugged the rusty chain that was hanging from the ceiling. I bended my head upwards and my eyes almost popped out. No. Fricking. Way.

A human-sized cage fell on the floor with a loud bang that gave me a proper jump-scare. Was this some kind of joke or was he for real? He opened the cage door and signaled me to step in.

“No, no. I am not going inside that thing.” I shook my head and crossed my arms on my chest in disbelief. But the guard was in no mood to negotiate with me, just grasped me with both his hands and threw me inside, locking the door with a robust key. But I would not stay locked in it. I was no feral animal. I kicked the cage door with my bare foot, but the burning pain immediately stopped all my future attempts. Silver. This monstrosity was made of silver. Son of a hell!

“You will pay for this!” I hissed at the guard. “I was invited to this dinner by the King!” I yelled and the guard only laughed at me, hugging himself around his belly.

“And who do you think ordered me to put you in the cage, Yukoner?”