Chapter 6
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Kylen's Pov
That scoundrel had the audacity to beg for my forgiveness?
The rage I felt when I heard Alora's scream for her to be left alone was unmatched, but it intensified when I found out that he almost had his way with her.
I feel so drawn to her in ways I can't explain.
I shook off the thoughts of Alora to focus on other things, but yet, I ended up thinking about her again. Even though my guards flanked my side, I couldn't help but think of her warm brown eyes that seemed to pique my interest whenever her eyes collided with mine today, her gentle and innocent aura, her sinful body and face.
"f**k!" I groaned, thinking about her made me aroused already.
"Your Majesty." A voice said from behind me.
Alora makes me lose so much control that I no longer take note of familiar scents whenever I'm within my territory.
If I did, I would have sensed Helen.
"Meet me in my office at fifteen, Helen." I ordered.
She bowed down a little in response. There was little her frail body could do.
My guards surrounded my office floor while I entered.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, I could sense Helen close to my office.
"Sir, the head cook is here." My guard mind linked to me.
"Send her in." I ordered through the mindlink.
She knocked on the door and I muttered a " come in".
"Your Majesty." She bowed.
I got straight to the point. "I sent for you concerning the new kitchen assistant I brought to you today."
"Alora?" She asked.
I nodded "I need you to keep an eye on her. Make sure she feeds well, she's well catered for and that nothing happens to her within your scrutiny.
A surprised look came upon her face before she regained her composure again.
"I will, your majesty." She replied.
"I can call upon you concerning her anytime from today to ask how she's fairing and I expect a favorable response." I said formally.
"Noted, sir."
"You may leave." I ordered.
She bowed a little in greeting and exited my office.
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The smell of steak filtered through the air. Pack members stream into the pack's dining hall.
I took my seat at the front of the dining hall. Normally, I don't eat with my pack members but my inner beast, for reasons best known to him, has been restless since yesterday for Alora. He wants to see her again.
And a teeny bit of me too yearns for her addictive scent, so I settled on joining my pack members for breakfast since she'd help with serving the food.
Maids brought in foods, mine being first. Alora soon accompanied them with my drink carefully placed in her hands.
My beast stirred immediately and her scent got very strong. Surprisingly, her scent seemed to be the strongest to me in the room, even with my heightened sense of smell.
"Your Majesty." They bowed in unison, but I only seemed to pick her voice.
I concentrated on her deep enough to notice her heartbeat picked up.
Was it fear or nervousness?
They dropped what they brought and Alora was the first to scramble out of the room.
I bit back the urge to call her back into the room so she could have breakfast with me.
That would only arouse suspicions from my pack members. I have only had a few flings in the past but nothing too serious for them to sit with me to eat.
I'm still bothered at how she managed to capture my attention.
It's not possible that she's my mate. If she was, I would know.
Yet, I feel things only mates were meant to feel for each other and for her.
I bit into the steak and my pack members followed suit.
I had forgotten that if I joined them for either breakfast, lunch or dinner, I would have the first bite. No one dares touch their food before me.
After lunch, I went into my office to complete some paperwork I piled up from yesterday when Alora didn't leave my mind.
"Man, you're whipped!" My beast said to me.
"See who's talking ." I retorted.
"She's charming, no sane person would resist that."
"Even the Lycan King?" I retorted.
"When do you think she'll finish her work here?" He asked.
"You mean when she finishes paying her worthless father's debt?" I asked bitterly.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he said. He really hates being reminded of her working as a slave to settle the debts of an unserious man.
"Not anytime soon." I replied.
He sighed and retreated back into the far corner of my head, but I could feel his elation at Alora not leaving anytime soon.
"You know, they said Omegas are weak. Yet, I can't feel any ounce of weakness in her." My beast reappeared.
"I feel the same way," I said, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"There's something missing then. There's a problem somewhere, she might not even be aware. If she was, why do you think she'd prefer being an omega?" he asked.
"I tried getting to her wolf and discovered that there's an unknown force suppressing her real wolf abilities." He continued.
"A force?" I asked
"Yes, an unknown one. It might be an illusion though." He tried to cover it up.
I ignored him and thought hard.
My beast and I had the ability to sense the level of power in werewolves and lycans in general.
We feel the amount of power in omegas. They are the weakest of all. But when I took Alora into the palace and overheard palace staff gossiping about her being an omega, I was confused.
Pack members feel and see her as an omega and if I didn't concentrate enough, I'd have concluded the same.
I rummaged through my file cabinet for her file that was sent from her former pack.
Then I brushed through the newly sent files and saw her name 'Alora Wells'.
I took it out to see her parents and biography.
After I had skimmed through it , I noticed something and frowned
There's no resemblance between her and any of her parents.
"She could resemble one of her grandparents though," my beast suggested.
She could resemble one of them truly, yet, a gnawing feeling settled in my stomach.
My instinct is never wrong, something is wrong somewhere.
I stood up from my chair to look at the morning sun when a figure below caught my attention. Alora.
"Kill me now." I muttered in frustration.
My cold heart felt warm just seeing her smile at one of the maids.
I need to get a grip on myself, she'd only be a distraction.
I don't need one now, not with the attacks on my pack recently.
Besides, she's not my mate. I can't be attracted to any woman. My flings have always known not to expect anything in return from me other than a release. I don't do love, I don't do relationships. I see them as weaknesses.
"f**k!" I cussed out and kicked my hard office table.
When did I get too soft to the extent of showing mercy to the offspring of one of my debtors?
Or, maybe she used charms on me.
"You need to stop right there! If she used any kind of magic on you, we would have sensed it the first day you saw her." My beast growled at me.
"I need a strong distraction," I said to myself.
I headed towards the little bar in my office and took out the strongest alcohol.
It takes a lot to get a werewolf drunk, but to get a Lycan drunk, only a very special type of alcohol would do the trick.
I drank till I almost felt numb. I can't be too vulnerable, enemies can attack any time without minding if you're prepared or not.
If I was a normal Lycan, I would have to rest my head a little bit. Being a king sure has its advantages, nothing could tire me out.
I jogged downstairs to the pack's gym to blow off some steam.
The room was empty, pack members had gone on with their daily activities but a familiar scent got my attention. Alora.
I looked around the large room till I spotted her tense form at the far edge of the room.
"Your Majesty." She bowed when she saw that I'd noticed her.
She wanted to be sneaky? I wish her good luck with that when every tendril of her being is etched into my memory.
"Alora?" I said, more like a question.
"I'll leave you to do your thing now. I'm very sorry if I invaded your privacy." She apologized and turned around to leave.
"You may stay." I ordered.
Her steps faltered, she went absolutely rigid at my words.
Am I that scary?
"Chill, I don't bite." I said and chuckled at the pun. "At least, not without a reason," I added.
Alora remained silent, the smell of her fear suffocating the air. I moved closer to her.
"You know, the strongest smell a lycan detects after arousal is fear." I breathed into her ear, awfully close to her.
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