Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 13

As we make our way to the dining hall, I relish in the affectionate warmth of being beside Asher. His presence fills me with a deep sense of love and security. However, as he informs me of his plans to continue his research in his study, a wave of unease washes over me. With a tender kiss, he bids me farewell, leaving me to wrestle with the newfound revelations about my identity.

Feeling restless and overwhelmed by the weight of my newfound knowledge, I rise from my seat and wander into the gardens, seeking comfort amidst the serenity of nature. Lost in contemplation, I pace back and forth, grappling with the implications of being a royal Lycan and the need to master my latent powers.

As I mutter to myself, the atmosphere around me seems to respond to my inner turmoil. The clouds churn ominously, and the wind whips around me with increasing intensity. It's then that Luke's voice breaks through my reverie, pointing out the correlation between my emotions and the erratic weather. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I attempt to regain control over my emotions, willing the tempestuous weather to cease. Miraculously, as I calm my thoughts, the storm subsides, and the sun breaks through the clouds once more. Realizing the extent of my newfound abilities, I am overcome with a sense of urgency. Without hesitation, I sprint towards Asher’s office, with Luke trailing closely behind me.

I knock on Asher's door, and he invites me in. Upon entering, I notice the room cluttered with books, with Carter also present. "Asher, you know how I have magic," I begin, seeking his assistance. He nods, acknowledging my concern. "I need to learn how to control this power. Every time I have the slightest emotion, the weather reacts. I need to figure this out," I explain urgently. "Airabella, it's not smart for you to train your magic. It might raise suspicions that something is going on. Plus, we know nothing about your magic," Asher responds, his tone cautious. "But Asher, I need to," I plead, feeling the urgency of my situation. "We need to know more about your magic first, then we can address it at that time. Please be reasonable," he counters, his expression firm..

I feel my blood boiling. "Asher, I am being f*****g reasonable. I am going to practice my magic!" I assert, my frustration mounting. He responds by sending his commanding aura at me. "No, Airabella, that's final," he declares firmly.

"I swear, Asher, you just want to control me. First, you won't let me leave the area, then you take away my birth control, and now I have to have a guard follow me at all times. I can't get freedom. I can't see my friends without someone following me and listening to my every word. I get it, Asher, you don't f*****g trust me," I vent, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

As my emotions intensify, the house starts to shake. I take a deep breath, exerting control over my magic to cease the trembling. Asher rises from his chair and approaches me, but I turn and walk out. Before leaving, I yell, "Asher, you can f**k off."

Feeling a mixture of anger and hurt, I storm out of Asher's study, my footsteps echoing down the hallway. As I walk, I can feel my emotions swirling inside me, fueling the magic I've been struggling to control. The air around me crackles with energy, and I realize that my powers are reacting to my emotional state. Outside, I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. But as I do, I notice the clouds above me begin to darken, swirling ominously. Before I can react, rain starts to pour down heavily, drenching me within seconds.Feeling defeated and overwhelmed, I sink to the ground, letting the rain wash over me. It feels like the storm raging inside me has manifested in the skies above.

After crying for 30 minutes, I gather my composure and make my way back into the pack house. I'm drenched from the rain, and as I pass through the doorway, I notice Luke standing there, silently watching me the entire time. A surge of frustration hits me as I realize that even on Asher's property, I'm still being watched like a child.

Taking deep breaths to calm myself, I continue to my room, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on me. It's the only place where I can truly be alone. Luke follows me to the door of my room and offers, "I'll be here if you need me." I don't respond, simply entering my room and closing the door behind me. Stripping off my wet clothes, I change into something dry, grateful that the rain has finally stopped. Crawling into bed, I lie there, trying to quiet the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

As I lay in bed, thoughts whirl through my mind like a tempest. The feeling of betrayal by Asher weighs heavily on my heart, mixing with the frustration of constantly being monitored. I can't shake the sense of suffocation that comes with the lack of trust. Feeling restless, I reach for a book on my bedside table and attempt to distract myself with its pages. But my mind keeps drifting back to the confrontation with Asher and the persistent feeling of being confined.

Feeling restless and stifled by the confines of my room, I come to the realization that I can't remain secluded forever. However, the prospect of venturing out with Luke as a constant companion doesn't appeal to me either.

Stepping out onto the balcony, I'm greeted by a familiar sight: the roof, reminiscent of my previous room. An idea sparks in my mind, offering a chance to escape the watchful eyes and find a place to be alone. With a sense of determination, I make my way onto the roof, leaving behind the confines of the pack house and its constant surveillance. As I settle into this newfound sanctuary, a wave of relief washes over me. This elevated vantage point grants me a reprieve from the chaos below, allowing me to bask in the tranquility of the open sky.

From this perch, I can watch the world below with a sense of detachment, observing the comings and goings of the pack members without feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. Here, amidst the gentle caress of the breeze and the warmth of the sun, I find a moment of respite, a chance to recalibrate and center myself amidst the turmoil of pack life.

After being up here for a while I hear Asher panicked voice in mind link. Where are you? Airabella! I then mind link him, I am on the roof. He then jumps on the roof as if it was nothing. As Asher joins me on the roof, his panicked expression softens slightly, replaced by a mixture of concern and frustration. "Airabella, I do not like you on the roof. It's not safe," he insists, his voice tinged with urgency.

Feeling a surge of defiance, I push back against his admonishment. "Really, Asher? You come up here to control me?" I retort, my tone laced with frustration. "I feel like a prisoner. I'm not going to leave you, so why do you insist on constantly watching over me? Do you not trust me? I'm mated to you, I'm not going anywhere!"

Sitting together in the quiet, the tension between us slowly begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of understanding and mutual respect. Asher's words penetrate the stillness, his tone a blend of sincerity and resolve. "Airabella, it's not about control," he explains gently. "I want to keep you safe, but I also recognize your need for independence. I trust you, but I'm also aware of the dangers that surround us."

He pauses for a moment, "How about this for a compromise," he suggests, his voice steady. "You can spend time with Rikki and Joan without Luke. He'll give you space, allowing you to feel a sense of normalcy." His proposal offers a glimmer of hope, a compromise that acknowledges my desire for freedom while prioritizing our safety

Feeling a mix of relief and gratitude at Asher's willingness to compromise, I nod slowly, taking in his words. "Thank you, Asher," I reply, sincerity evident in my voice. "I appreciate your understanding and effort to give me some space." Asher smiles, a flicker of warmth crossing his features. "I just want you to be happy, Airabella," he says softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "And if spending time with your friends brings you joy, then I'll do whatever I can to make that happen." With a sense of resolution settling between us, I lean into his touch, a silent acknowledgment of our mutual commitment to each other's happiness.

The next, Asher informs me that he wants to go on a run with me. I am confused but follow. We make our way to the forest, and as we walk, anticipation builds within me. Once we reach a secluded spot, Asher turns to me and explains, "I'm going to transform into a werewolf. You need to get on my back."

Excitement courses through me as I prepare to witness Asher's wolf form for the first time. However, confusion sets in when he starts stripping down. "What are you doing? Why are you getting naked?" I inquire, perplexed. He chuckles, his voice laced with amusement. "I have to strip down; otherwise, my clothes will tear when I shift." As he undresses, a wave of desire washes over me, and he catches on immediately. "Airabella, I can smell your desire," he remarks, his gaze intense. He then throws me a pair of athletic shorts. “Here hold these for me.” I can't help but smile in response, my cheeks flushing slightly. With a shimmering transformation, Asher morphs into a massive silver werewolf with piercing red eyes. His appearance is both awe-inspiring and slightly intimidating, resembling a creature from the darkest of nightmares.

Approaching him cautiously, I sense his reassurance through our mind link. "Airabella, I will not hurt you," he communicates silently. Gaining confidence, I extend my hand and begin to pet his fur gently. His response is gentle, as he leans in to lick my face. "Asher, you're beautiful," I murmur softly, a sense of wonder filling me. Through our mind link, he echoes the sentiment, "You are beautiful, my Luna." With a gesture, he lowers himself, allowing me to climb onto his back. Gripping onto his fur, I brace myself as he begins to run swiftly through the forest, the wind whipping past us as we embark on our journey.

We arrive at an abandoned cabin in the woods, and Asher transforms back into his human form. With a sense of urgency, he lifts me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. Pressing me against the cabin, he kisses me with such fervor that I can't help but moan in response. With swift movements, he tears off my panties and lifts my dress, his desire noticeable. As he enters me, the intensity of the moment overwhelms me, and I find myself pleading for more. "Yes, Asher, yes! f**k me harder, Alpha!" I cry out as he moves with unrestrained passion, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

With each thrust, my pleasure builds, and I feel myself on the brink of release. When it finally comes, I'm overcome with ecstasy, my body trembling with the force of my climax. Asher follows suit, releasing inside me, his warmth flooding my senses. As we catch our breath, he sets me down gently, his gaze filled with affection. "You riding me and smelling your desire was too much," he confesses, his voice husky with desire. Unable to resist, I lean in to kiss him, the connection between us stronger than ever.

As we catch our breath, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter, Asher wraps his arms around me protectively. With a tender smile, he murmurs, "You always leave me breathless, Airabella." Feeling a rush of affection for him, I caress his cheek and reply, "And you always know how to make me feel alive, Asher." After a moment of comfortable silence, Asher suggests, "Lets keep going.” He transformed back into his wolf and I got on his back. We took me around showing me his pack lands. It was amazing having the freedom of his movement.