The Alpha King

15. Her Heat Begins

I haven't seen Killian since he told me my dad killed his. I guess he's giving me space to accept it. I understand why my dad felt the need to get rid of Killian's dad, He shouldn't have done it with Killian there. He was just a little kid. How could my dad do that to them? I wish he were still around to give me answers, but I see why Killian needed revenge.

Getting nowhere with these thoughts, I decided to take a shower before going to find some food. Everything's been so hectic, I don't remember the last time I bathed or ate. I grabbed the first t-shirt I found. Since I had no clothes of my own here, he's going to have to deal with me wearing his. Walking into the bathroom, I was very pleasantly surprised by the sheer size of it. It was the size of the bedroom, maybe even a little bigger!

There was a huge quartz counter with two sinks to my right, to my left was a beautiful shower with so many shower heads it was confusing, but I bet I'll never want to leave it as soon as I figure out how to use it. Walking past the shower, about three feet away sat the luxurious jacuzzi bath tub that I'm dying to try out. Across from the tub a bit, there was this weird toilet thing that sat beside a normal toilet that I'm used to seeing. I should probably ask him why he needs two different ones. Ignoring the weird toliet I set my towel on the towel rack and headed back to the tub that I'm already addicted to.

After looking around for a few seconds, trying to turn this dang thing on. I found a touch screen pad on the wall beside the tub. It had so many different options, I had no clue which one to use. I touched one that said fill and one that said warm. Praying, it's as simple as that.

To my relief, the tub started filling up with the perfect temperature water. I got undressed and set up these amazing-smelling oils and salts they already had in here. When the tub was finally full, I dipped myself in. Instantly, my body melted into the tub, relaxing muscles I didn't even know I had. When I finally get away from here, this tub is coming with me!

"We aren't leaving." Lyra whines.

"Wow.. I forgot you existed." I mumbled as I enjoyed my heavenly bath.

"Oh, hush, you knew I was here. I just don't want to talk to you until you stop fighting our mate."

"Lyra, it's not as simple as that. At least let me figure out what my dad's been hiding from me. I need to know why all this had to happen. Everyone keeps saying it had to happen, but won't tell me why! So the least you can do is let me find out for myself, then I'll decide if I even want a mate!" I snapped at her harshly.

She backed off without saying anything. I knew I messed up. I probably won't hear from her ever again, unless I accept him. It's easier for her because she's made to search for her mate, to seek him out. She needs him. But, I'm not. I don't have that need, I don't even want this bond.

Having my mood ruined, I grudgingly got out of the bath. I couldn't find any shorts that would stay on me, so I settled for a very large shirt. Throwing it on, I brushed my hair with my fingers, ripping knots out with every swipe, earning a painful wince from me. Ive always hated brushing knots out of my hair. After a long, excruciating five minutes of brushing my hair, I finally felt ready enough to leave the room. The whole house was very quiet. The only noises were my footsteps.

I tried to sneak my best down the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone to my presence. But, not hearing anything else makes everything you do seem so much louder. Every step seemed painfully loud as I slowly made my way toward where I thought a kitchen would be. Thank goddess I was right, I walked right into the kitchen after a few minutes. There wasn't much to it. It had a giant counter that reached along the whole wall on my left. It had a sink, and two dishwashers attached to it. The wall next to it had three refrigerators, and in the middle of the kitchen was a table fit for a large family.

I made my way to one of the three fridges. It was packed to the brim of everything you could imagine. I couldn't decide what to try first; my family never bought crazy exotic stuff like this. As I searched for something I could attempt to cook, the hairs on the back of my neck stood, chills shot through my spine, and goosebumps enveloped me. I froze, realizing someone was standing right behind me. I slowly turned to see a man whom I've only seen once before in the dungeon. He was standing right behind me, almost too close for comfort. How he got that close, without me noticing, I'll never know. It would've raised a red flag for me on a normal day. But, given my circumstances, I haven't been the sharpest.

"Like what you see?" He laughed.

Hearing his comment snapped me out of my thoughts, and I immediately realized I'd been staring at him. Ive never been caught staring at someone, even if it wasn't intentional. I could feel my cheeks heat up out of embarrassment.

"N-n-no, I was just thinking, and you were in my line of sight." I stuttered as I tried to hide my embarrassing red cheeks while looking in the fridge again.

"HAHA its okay, you don't have to hide. I know I'm handsome," he smirks, seemingly finding my shame funny.

"Ugh I wasn't staring at you. Can someone help me cook something? I've never seen most of what y'all have." I stated. feeling annoyed with his overconfidence.

"Yes, my Luna, I'll help you." He spoke with full conviction.

"Don't call me that, I'm not your Luna. My name is Mya." I snapped.

After seeing his hurt look, I immediately felt bad.

"Look — I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just.. y'all destroyed my pack and took me prisoner. So.. why? Why do any of y'all think I'm your Luna?" I softly asked, hoping to get some kind of answer. He just stood there for a while staring at me. I wasnt sure if he was going to answer or not. So, I took this as an opportunity to observe him.

He had hypnotizing dark blue eyes with ocean blue streaks throughout them, short, black hair, but still long enough to run your fingers through, olive tan skin, a straight nose, and very kissable, plump lips formed into a smirk that knocked me out of my shameful ogling.

"My apologies, Mya. I guess I was misinformed." His strong, rough voice spoke.

"No worries." Grabbing my chips that I found in a cabinet so I could get out of this awkward situation sooner rather than later. I went to side step him and rush back to my prison; at least I don't have very attractive weirdos staring at me in there. Before I could bypass him, his hand stretched out, stopping my escape.

"Wait, Mya, why don't you let me cook you an appropriate meal?"

Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes, I knew he was up to something I just couldn't tell what.

"My name is Layton. I swear, I just wanna cook a hungry pack member some food. Who knows, maybe you'll pick up a new skill or two watching me?" It seemed he could read me like an open book.

He had the biggest smile on his face; something about it put me at ease.

"Sure, why not?"

I think I'm going to like this guy.

"What are you going to make?" My interest piqued as I watched him toss random ingredients on the countertop.

"That... Mya is a surprise." He winked, then went back to grabbing more random ingredients.

Hearing him say my name sent a shiver down my spine, and butterflies swarmed my stomach. The fact that another man is affecting me didn't surprise me much, I mean me, and my so-called mate are as close as two beta fish. We may be able to be in each other's vicinity for a while, but eventually, only one of us will leave here without a beating heart.

An intense nausea feeling had me doubling over, becoming extremely uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, I rushed to a chair, hoping it would help settle my nerves, as an uncomfortable heat spread through me. We sat in silence until this mouth-watering aroma filled the space around us. Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath, causing a small moan to escape my lips, raising my excitement for the edible gold that's yet to come.

I opened my eyes to see Layton, stilled in his spot, smelling the sir. Looking at his arms, his muscles were tensing over and over again like he was trying to control himself.

"Layton, are you okay?"

Silence.

Wanting to make sure he was okay. I got out of my seat and walked up beside him. I wasn't sure if this was okay, seeing how I have no clue what's going on with him all of a sudden. But I couldn't walk away. I had this feeling deep inside me that pushed me to figure out what ailed him.

"Are you okay?" I whispered as I softly touched his arm, hoping it would help get his attention. Well, it worked. His head instantly snapped in my direction. His eyes were boring into mine. They were filled with confusion... and Lust?

"L-layton?...a-are..you...o"

Completely taking me by surprise, he wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me in for a strong and warm embrace as he snuggled his nose in the nape of my neck and inhaled.

"What are you doing?" I was exhausted as I tried to keep myself under control. I could feel a heat building up in the bottom of my belly. I've never been embraced so softly by a man like this before, and it's affecting me greatly. He responded by lightly kissing my neck. Feeling his unnaturally soft lips against my skin broke whatever string that held on to my last bit of sanity. My arousal skyrocketed like nothing I've ever felt before. Scared of where this may lead, I tried to pull away.

"You smell so good." he mumbled more to himself as he tightened his hold on me. He continued his assault up my neck, into my jaw, and worked his way to my lips. Feeling his warm lips, hot breath fanning against my skin, convincing me to give in.

"Mya! No! We can't do this to our mate!" Lyra screamed.

Not wanting her banter to ruin my mood, I snapped a bit harshly, "He's no mate of mine!" blocking her out.

I wish my wolf and I were closer. We've been at odds since she finally came to me, and I don't see it fixing anytime soon.

I felt a grip on my hair, knocking me out of my pity party. Opening my eyes, Layton stared at me. Eyes filled with want, lust, and a bit of concern.

Seeing him actually worried about me filled my heart; it's been so long since someone cared about me. Not wanting him to worry any longer, I smiled and wrapped my arms around him.

This action brightened his mood. As he claimed my lips with his. The feeling was magical, and I never wanted it to end. Sensing my dilemma, he laid his large hands on my ass and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He guided me to his room.

When we entered his room, he gently laid me on his bed and detached himself from me. He stood tall and looked at me with so much lust I couldn't breath staring into his eyes. I guess he knew I couldn't wait any longer as he rested his waist in between my thighs, and claimed my lips once more. His fingers found the hem of my shirt and gently pushed his hand in between my warm skin and the fabric. Finding my mounds, and erect n*****s he pinched them each, earning a gasp from me. He used it as an opportunity to push pass and deepen our kiss.

Feeling as tho hes paid enough attention to my breast, he decides to venture down to the hem of my panties, sliding his fingers across it a few times, allowing me to reject him if I choose to. Sensing no fight from me, he happily continued, he rubbed my p***y over my panties, causing heat to pool in my panties for him to feel. He smiled against my lips, happy that I was so ready for him already.

"Mmm... your body wants me so bad.. Mya. You respond to my every touch." He whispers as he slides my panties to the side, giving him full access to my dripping p***y. As he was about to dip his fingers into my pot of gold, the bedroom door was thrown off the hinges, and Layton was ripped off me like he was never there from the start. Startled and confused, I stood up to Killian, holding Layton by the neck, glaring at him. If looks could torture and kill. With how much hate and betrayal was in Killian's eyes, I wouldn't be surprised if it did happen.

Layton's gargled voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Killian! Stop! You're going to kill him!!" I commanded, hoping it would get him to drop Layton. To my horror, he only tightened his grip on the poor man's neck as he looked me in my eyes.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" He spoke every word with so much anger that I could tell if I tried to voice my fear for Layton. Killian will definitely kill him. Just to spite me. Looking over at Layton. Seeing the fear in his eyes. I knew I had to try.

I gathered the last bit of courage left in me, stood, and stared Killian in his eyes. Challenging him.

His eyes widen at the thought that his mate would actually fight him to the death. He dropped Layron.

"If, ever catch you near your Luna again. I'll snap your neck where you stand." He spoke, his voice filled with malice.

Finally being able to breathe, he ran out, leaving me behind with his tail tucked between his legs.

Is this truly the life the moon goddess wanted me to have? Lonely and forced to be a Luna of the pack that destroyed me? I don't understand what I did to deserve her wrath.

Killian, wrapping his callous hand around my neck, snapped me out of my depressed thoughts. With a smirk plastered on his face.

"I hope you know what you just did. Our battle will be as soon as your heat is over. You'd better hope you kill me." A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face as he stared at my shocked expression, closing the distance between us. "If you don't, I'm marking you as soon as the fight's over." Pulling back from me a bit. "You never should've let another man touch you. I would've been fine waiting until you accepted me to mark you. No more. You will be marked that day." He slammed his lips against mine, wrapping his arms around me, as he attempted to get Layton's scent off my body. lifting my legs, he wrapped them around his waist. making his way to his room.

"You are not allowed out of my room, for the time being." His gruff voice spoke in between kissing me from my lips down to the nape of my neck.

"No, I'm going to my room!" I tried to fight his grasp, but the heat coursing through my body forced me to stay close to him for relief.

"Fine. You're being locked in your room. If you leave that room while you're still in heat, I will mark you. I'm already holding back as it is." He threw the door open, tossing me onto the bed, as he claimed my lips again.

"Alpha, Come on. Let's go." Brax came out of nowhere, forcing Killian off me and out of the room. The door locking behind them.