The Alpha’s Bastard Daughter

Suite

Under the dim amber light of the Alpha King's private suite, he sat in a single leather sofa, long powerful legs crossed with effortless authority.

Silence wrapped around the room like a living thing, his gaze rested on me, steady, unreadable, and dangerous.

I stood frozen at the center of the suite, fingers twisting nervously together, painfully aware of how small I looked under his scrutiny.

He was relaxed and did not rush as he simply watched me, in the next moment his deep voice cut through the silence.

“How do you think you should be punished?” The question struck harder than a slap and in an instant my throat went dry.

I swallowed hard, ‘punished?’ My mind raced, afraid that if he discovered the truth about my lowly identity, the Pearl Pack would discard me and the Alpha King might finish what they started.

The whole room fell silent, the atmosphere cold and intimidating, so that I instantly thought I was going to die.

Especially the moment he stood up, hands in his pants pocket, broad, his shadow looming over mine.

The alpha king stared at me like he was dissecting me, pacing the room, and finally he stopped in front of me, the wind became denser as I took a step back panic surging but I was trying to be in control.

Meanwhile, as I took a step back a frown suddenly appeared on his face, with a dissatisfied groan he moved back to his and sat down, his expression colder than ice.

“Spare me your majesty, I don’t mean to…I…” I stuttered, falling to my knees.

His voice resonated in the suite more heavily than mine.

“Out!” Just a single word, at first I didn’t understand what he was saying, my mind went blank.

“Thirty seconds and I’ll change my mind.”

Saying that, I instantly understood what he meant, in a flash, I sprang up to my feet and bolted to the door, however, just as I turned the doorknob, I felt my head heavy, my vision blurry, and all my body hot as I staggered back feeling struck by dizziness.

I shook my head and aimed for the door, this time I felt so dizzy that I almost fell, but was caught by his strong hands.

“You’re not the bed warmer, but you can’t wait to throw yourself at me?” His tone was cold and shrewd.

My mind was fuzzy to think straight, ‘what’s wrong with me? Am I sick and going to die?’ I quivered, feeling cold as chills appeared on my body.

I looked at him, still in his arms, his looks alluring and majestic. I caressed his face and pulled on his collar, “I’m so hot, help me.”

His eyes darkened, upon hearing that, he yanked my hands and took a step back, at the same time I collided with the marble floor, which shot up pain to my whole body reviving my thoughts for a moment.

I was embarrassed and scared, ‘What is wrong with me?’ It was the last question I asked again before the sensation came back again and this time it was double the first.

With the bitter taste in my mouth, the hotness that felt unquenchable, and the alpha king becoming suddenly attractive, I froze.

“They drugged me!” I mumbled as I could recognize these symptoms anywhere, some of the servants had been fed this in the Pearl pack.

In the next moment, a memory of a cup of herbs given to me by the queen's servant flashed in my head but it didn’t linger as the heat surged through me again, fiercer than before, stealing the air from my lungs.

I crawled towards him, my fingers trembled as they curled into his shirt, clutching him like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice breaking, ashamed and desperate at once. “It hurts…” His jaw tightened and for a long moment, the Alpha King didn’t move.

He stared down at me as if fighting a war no one else could see as this was control against instinct, reason against something far more dangerous.

“You were drugged,” he muttered casually almost to himself, his face calm with no emotion.

I barely heard him as the world spun, my body burning, senses drowning in his scent, his warmth, and his presence.

When I swayed again, collapsing against his chest, his arms came around me in pure reflex.

That was the mistake. Instantly, his breath hitched and the air changed.

Slowly and deliberately he lifted his gaze toward the locked doors of the suite, his eyes dimming with desires, raw and primal.

His grip tightened around my wrists the moment my hands wandered again, pulling them firmly above my head.

At the same time, his breathing changed and was slower, heavier, and controlled, but no longer untouched

“You’re under the influence of a drug,” he said slowly again, this time his voice was rough, as if restraint was costing him something. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Saying that I shook my head weakly, eyes glazed, body trembling against him.

“I know…” I whispered, broken and breathless. “It hurts…I just…I need it to stop.” I uttered and those words did something dangerous.

His gaze darkened instantly in a second, he looked away, his jaw clenched, fighting himself like a man standing at the edge of control.

“I don’t touch women who can’t think straight or are drugged, leave!” He muttered.

Yet, I wasn’t having it as the drug had penetrated through me and was now acting freely.

I shifted again, pressing closer, my forehead resting against his chest instinct alone was guiding me.

His hand moved to my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice low and dangerous now. “If I do this there is no going back, you’re not allowed to regret it.“ My lips parted slightly, but I didn’t pull away.

Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt again, softer this time, almost pleading.

“I don’t care, just stop the pain,” I whispered, a long silence fell between us.

Outside the suite, the world disappeared, only the tension remained thick, and suffocating,

Slowly, the Alpha King exhaled, something in his eyes shifted from restraint to surrender.

His voice dropped to something almost unreadable.

“Good.”

Upon saying that, he pulled me closer and carried me to bed.

In the next moment, the whole suite was laced with passion and desires, bodies entangled and moving in the same rhythm, sheets ruffled and fingers entwined tightening against another.

Only the sound of our heartbeats drumming like it was about to explode and the slight muffled deep groan as the moonlight outside the glass windows spilled into the room, casting long shadows over the suite as the last thread of control finally snapped.