The Alpha King's Foreign Luna

The Future Alpha King

Flashback 5 years ago...

KILLIAN POV

He's Prince Killian Crassus, next in line to the Alpha King's throne, is half way around the world! His father insists on him accompanying him this time around and learning the ropes on how to become the future king. He doesn't even understand half of the s**t they say during those meetings. He should have paid more attention to those f*cking international language lessons! s**t!

He hasn't f****d in the last two months! He is at his limit! He needs a release. He is in dire need of a woman, a willing w***e! He should be f*****g his brains out senselessly! Women on top of him, under him! Taking two or three at a time in every possible f*****g position and in all damned holes! He should be sampling a lot of willing p*****s by now!

Those lust-filled eyes, the scent of carnal desires in the air, their flushed skin on his as he took them and their total submission as their body's molds and quiver underneath him in full wantonness.

The problem is the king is always watching him. Eyeing him as though his bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone. He doesn't want him creating any possible scandal that would bring shame to their bloodline. He has eyes on everything he does and everywhere he goes. It's a relief that this is the last leg of their international visits. He promised to let him go out tonight and vent out his pent-up s****l needs. Just one more f*cking formal party, then he'll be in Roppongi banging Japanese she-wolves asses and p*****s. It would be the end of his god-damned itch!

"What you need is our mate, not another w***e to f**k!" Cassis, his wolf, tells him.

"Huh! And any ideas where to find her?" He snapped back at him.

"Let me remind you. We have been to several capitals and countries over the past two months. If she is on international soil. Don't you think we might have found her by now? She must be at home, on our home turf. Her wolf has yet to come."

"I'm sorry. But, my mortal body is in dire need of a willing f**k right now!" He mumbled in frustration. His wolf grumbles as he listens to what he said.

Right now, he is still stuck with his father at the Japanese palace doing princely duties he doesn't want to be part of. Entertained by a bunch of old smelly werewolves!

He smiled at the middle-aged ladies in front of him as they tried so hard to entertain him with their broken English. They looked fine, but not curvy enough like the other girls he'd slept with in the past. The one wearing a blue dress had been showing him advances for the past half hour. Intentionally touching his forearms and tracing fingers on his chest. If this was his country. She'd already be down on her knees giving him a head on and on all fours as he rams his c**k into her. Hearing her gasping and moaning at his touch, hot and moist, panting, begging for more.

"The f**k are we even talking about?" He thought to himself. As he shifted his gaze back at them.

He smiled politely at her. Pretending to be interested. He caught a sight of his father in the corner of his eye. Watching him intently and mind linking him warning him to behave himself.

He nodded in his direction as he downed the last drop of what remained of his drink and made the lamest excuse he could think of at the moment.

"Sumimasen... Ah... Restroom! " He noted to her, as he excused himself. Pointing his glass at the other direction of the banquet hall.

She was saying something to him while he was walking away, catching him by the arm, but, he brushed her aside, not even caring to look back at her.

"Hell! I hate these damn formal parties!" He snapped to himself as he briskly walked out of the damned ballroom and mind linking two of his guards to follow him. He faced them and said "I need a breather, this suit is f*cking killing me!" As he gritted his teeth.

They nodded and walked silently behind him.

They kept on walking to what seemed to be an endless hallway where every corner led to a new one.

Is this a maze?

"Great! Where are we even?" He muttered in frustration.

Through the hallways he caught a whiff of something delicious. A very sweet fragrance of somewhat a mixture of cotton candy and vanilla. He smiled to himself. He was never really a fan of sweets, but here he is mindlessly walking forward following the wonderful scent that is gradually intoxicating him...

They reached the end of the hallway and outside he was greeted by a view of a relaxing strolling garden (Kayushiki Teien). A central lake with a bridge in the middle, surrounded by very soft shorelines, softly curved hills. Something that showcases the history and myth, both from within Japan, but also from China. He was impressed. It's very well kept, he must say. They have massive gardens back home, but this was far more pleasing to the eye. They paid attention to every small detail.

"Now, this is something worth seeing... The walk out of the banquet hall was worth it." He smiled to himself.

He breathed in the air and enjoyed the tranquility it offered. A gentle breeze blew by him and he caught a whiff of the same scent he had been following earlier in the hallways. He faced his bodyguards and commanded them to stop following him.

"I need time alone, I'm going for a walk! No need to follow me." He ordered them.

He could clearly see the hesitation registered on both their faces. But, he has full authority over them. They can't refuse, they have to obey his commands.

He started walking along the zigzag bridges that ran along the man-made lake. He can see the ripples on the surface of the water as koi fishes swim freely under the bridge.

There it is again. The captivating scent of cotton candy and vanilla permitted the air. He followed the scent. Eventually, leading him to a part of the garden where rows of trees with pinkish white flowers lined the place.

The Sakura tree blossoms at this time of the year, right?

"Do Sakura flowers smell this good? Or am I just imagining things?" He thought to himself.

He could sense he was not alone. He felt the presence of a young female wolf.

Hah! A chuckle stuck in his throat. Is this what happens when one doesn't have s*x for two months? His mind desired to see a f*cking woman. He laughed at his thoughts.

He walked further into the garden until he reached a small clearing. What he saw wasn't a young she-wolf but a little girl pup under one of the trees. She must be a child of one of the guests at the banquet.

Is this captivating sweet scent coming from her or the Sakura trees?

He cannot decide.

He watched in amusement as she leaned on the ground and picked up a dead butterfly in her hands. She clasped her palms and uttered a somewhat short prayer.

"She must be praying for the butterfly's soul!" He chuckled to himself.

His gaze fixed on her little ceremony while slowly taking his time in walking towards her. He muttered a curse, as the sound of rubbing stones crunched underneath his shoes on the pebbled ground path.

The noise caught her attention. She flinched and alerted her eyes, looking around the garden for the intruder. She whipped her head in his direction when she heard the sound he made. Eyes wide in bewilderment, then her brows furrowed, creating a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows.

Her lips slightly pouting.

He sucked in a quick breath when their eyes locked.

Right then, and there, he was face to face with a pair of exquisite radiant eyes, the pools shining like diamonds. He shuddered in fascination. Is this even possible? Over arched eyebrows and sweeping velvety eyelashes, a beautiful girl with enticing golden eyes is staring back at him.

He didn't want to break eye contact. But, there is too much intensity in her stare. He blinked as he watched her still looking at him.

Her velvety eyelashes fanned the most exquisite set of eyes he had ever laid eyes on. Her enticing golden eyes speak volumes, making them more beautiful as they are. She has a pair of slender eyebrows. Her puffy strawberry-heart shaped lips slightly pouting . It was a pleasure to see her tumbling shadow-black hair with white streaks pass below her back reaching her hips. Her face was small and her cheeks pink and flushed. She was twine-thin, a young child who was blossoming. She has creamy white skin glowing from within. She has a young innocent beauty...

She looks Asian but not totally pure... He could see a bit of Caucasian in her.

She is very beautiful for her age... She looks like a small goddess. She is wrapped in what seems to be traditional clothing. What do they call this thing again? Yeah... Kimono! The bunch of fabrics covering her petite statue. She reminded me of a doll. A small beautiful porcelain doll.

"She is going to be a great beauty when she grows up! How many men are not going to but want you little girl... They will ogle their eyes at you when the time comes!" He chuckled inwardly talking to himself.

Then he paused as a pang of jealousy overruled his thoughts. Just thinking of those men with lust-filled eyes makes him want to kill them one by one.

Wait! what? He's over thinking things, isn't he? Hell! What has gotten into him? She isn't even his mate. How could she stir such strong emotions within him? He doesn't even know her, much more to stake his claim on the poor young girl. These thoughts are the same as saying he's claiming her as his.

He's becoming a predator!

Now his mind is confused. Maybe this has something to do with his s****l frustration over the last two months. It's eating away all of his rational thinking! Damn... How can a mere observation of a young girl turn out to be like this? It's clouding his very judgement.

"I'm turning into a mother f*****g pedophile." He muttered to himself.

She is, but what? Eleven? Thirteen? Hell! He takes girls as young as they come, but never has he lusted for a girl as young as her.

Yet, here he is thinking of something he shouldn't have. There is just something about those innocent eyes that reels him in. A strong pull that makes him want to reach for her, hold her, protect her from the world. But, at the same time, disappointed because she is young and isn't his mate. If she could read his mind right now, he might scare the living daylights out of her.

"Go to her..." His wolf Cassis motions him... He seemed amused at his thorough observation of the little girl.

"No... we might scare her!" He hesitated.

"There is something about her, but, I can't seem to put a paw into it!" He informs him.

"Is she our mate? She's too young! " He frowned to himself.

"I'm confused, I can't really tell... Maybe we're attracted to her spiritual energy... she's gifted!" He says.

"I know..." He whispered back.

"Talk to her!" He commands.

"Should I?"

"I would. Or we can just stare at her all day!" Cassis smirks in his head.

He hesitated for a while. But, the pull on her is quite strong. He thinks this is just pure fascination and curiosity, as he hasn't seen a beauty like hers. It's like I love something about her, but I do not understand.

"Yes! that is just it!" He thought, convincing himself.

He slowly inched his way towards her, while staring straight into her eyes. He watched as her eyes squinted and brows furrowed as he thought she was making her own mental observation of him. Damn... He hopes she doesn't run away from him.

"Ahem..!" He cleared and swallowed an invisible lump in his throat.

"Hi! Konnichiwa." He blurted. s**t! He hoped that did not sound as gruff as he thought it was.

She eyed him with suspicion, her bowed lips slightly frowned and pouted.

"Cute." Both him and Cassis thought. They both chuckled inwardly amused as both of their observations matched.

She just starred at him for a second and started looking around. Then, she looked down at both her hands as she clasped the dead butterfly in them. She looked worried as she mumbled something to herself, seeing how her tiny lips moved but, too foreign for him to understand.

"Damn... I'll really going to pay more attention to those f*****g language classes from now on." He muttered in annoyance while Cassis laughed at his frustration.

He looked at her again. How can a child be this beautiful? An urge in him, keeps telling him to touch her. Without a second thought, he suddenly reached out for her silky hair and grabbed a section of her black and white locks. Twisting and playing his finger on it.

"You're beautiful..." He whispered. Surprised as he voiced his thoughts out loud.

She flinched and stared straight at him with a hint of annoyance flashing before her eyes.

Did she understand what he was saying? Did that come out right? He hope she isn't misunderstanding. Why isn't she saying anything? Can she speak English? Is she mute? Too many questions circling his mind.

"She's cute and I think we got her mad!" Cassis remarked.

"Yeah...But, it's good she isn't scared of us. It makes me want to tease her more." He informed him, chuckling.

The mere presence of her right in front of him gave a somewhat feeling of warmth and contentment, something he hadn't experienced before. Her strong aura exudes in her tiny frame, she is cautious of him. But, something inside tells him that she might also be interested in him, seeing her eyeing him with curiosity and fighting the urge to run away from him. He can sense her aura.

She feels different, special even.

He watched her gaze shift back and forth from him to her hands, and around the garden. Over and over again. She must be struggling in her mind about what to do.

She let out a sigh and stopped as she bent her head slowly peeking inside her closed palms. Dropping a few strands of hair on her face in the process. He instinctively moved his hand to catch her pretty locks, then he felt his fingers brush her warm flushed cheeks.

She gasped and a sudden burst of energy radiated from her as she jumped a step backward, startled by the faint touch of their skin...