Married To The Prince and then Mated To The King

Chapter 3|| Wrong Moment

3. ALINA~

My head suddenly became lightheaded and I thought I would pass out as everything became too much for me to bear.

How could fate be so cruel to me? Of all the people I could have slept with why did it have to be Darryl's father?

My wolf was losing it and it didn't help that King Malcom— my handsome stranger— kept his eyes on me like I was a snack on the menu. He shamelessly stared at me with those same lustful eyes that drove me back to those sheets.

I could almost see his strong arms flex under his thin shirt, teasing me with promises of an extra pleasure.

Everywhere became hot and I feared everyone would find out about my dirty little secret. I would embarrass my mother and—

As if on cue, her voice suddenly tore through the madness in my head and I breathed a sigh of relief at her request. "King Malcolm, we should probably leave the children to enjoy their party while we go over the contract again..."

"No," King Malcolm stated, causing my eyes to meet his in shock— and the moment they met, my stomach flipped as I sensed he had a different plan.

"Pardon me?" My mother replied.

"Luna Celia, we can discuss that later. Right now, I need to speak to Princess Alina... Alone," he said and my insides exploded.

My eyes quickly moved to my mother, silently begging her to help me... To refuse this agreement. I couldn't face him alone.

But my mother betrayed me. She pulled up her official smile and pointed to the corridor; "Oh sure... Alina, please take the king to the study."

"Mother, I—" I tried to protest but she didn't even let me finish.

"Prince Darryl, please come with me." Without sparing me a glance, she pulled him away from me and they began to walk away. "Have I showed you our wine collection..."

It was then it occurred to me that I was on my own now. There was no escaping from this, I had to face my mistake.

My wolf started dancing in excitement, happy that we were going to be alone with a man— our mate. No our forbidden mistake of a mate!

Irritated, I pushed the thoughts aside and summoned all the courage I could find before forcing a smile on my face.

"This way please," I mumbled as I led the way to my father's old study.

Through out the walk, I could hear the deep echoes of his boots on the tiled floor and the burning gazes he sent into my back. They were like magical shards that kept the image of our dirty pleasures alive in my mind, refusing to be tuned out.

Butterflies shot through me and my hands grew clammy from the rollercoaster of emotions. Yet I knew I had to be strong.

As we finally got to the study, I made sure to leave the door wide open as I stepped in, hoping he got the message. But as soon as he entered, he kicked the door closed with his right foot and he leaned against it, watching my reaction.

My cheeks started to burn as the butterflies in my stomach grew even bigger. And my wolf, completely lost her grip.

'Mate.' she sang and I wished I could rip her out of me because her singing wasn't helping. It was only confirming how much shitty our situation was.

Unable to stand the silence and the intensity of his presence, I hissed and headed for the door.

"If you brought me here for a staring contest, I am sorry I cannot engage you in it. Excuse me!" Hoping my voice gave off the message I aimed for, I tried to push past him and grab the door but he grabbed me instead.

I collided into his chest and our eyes met as the sizzling effect of our bond rippled through our bodies.

"You have to break off this marriage," he whispered, his voice husky and dangerous.

I was so lost in the beauty of his eyes that it took me a few seconds for the words to grow meaning in my head and when it did, my jaw dropped to the ground.

"What— I can't..." I mumbled, trying to get away but he pulled me even closer.

"You are my mate. You can't be married to my son."

My heart jolted at his open confession stirring our eyes to meet in a melting gaze. I could feel the need burning inside of him begin to transfer into my already throbbing body...

My knees trembled as his eyes slowly lowered to my lips... A part of me urged him to take me while another reminded me of the consequences...

"Alina, do you know how hard it is to hold you like this... Without kissing you? Do you realize how much I want to f**k you right now?"

My stomach tightened and I felt the electric waves of our bond flow through me, driving my senses to the brim of an inundation... But somehow I managed to remain in control.

"We— we shouldn't be doing this..." I whispered trying to push him away.

His face lowered to my neck, and his lips didn't make contact, but they were close enough to make my eyes close with pleasure.

"Do you know how badly I itched to claim you right in front of your mother the moment I realized that it was you?" He whispered and as much as I wanted to give in— one last time— my mother's warning echoed in my head.

I quickly moved away from him and pushed my hair away from my face. "I am already married to Darryl, your son." I explained. "Whatever happened between us... Was a mistake. We should forget it. Okay."

"You are my mate, little Alina. How can I forget that?" He replied in a voice so calm it tickled my storm of rage.

"Stop saying that! I am not your mate!" I yelled, my fists folding.

Yet he chuckled and started coming closer. "You deny it, but your body says otherwise, little Alina..."

Like his aura had me under chains, I stood there, planted to the ground till his arms wrapped around me once again, pulling me into his perfectly sculpted chest.

His fingers traced a line on my cheek, melting my resolve even further.

"I can feel your wolf... She wants me just as much as mine wants her... We can't ignore the bond, little Alina... It's beyond us..."

My wolf purred, shamefully selling me out at the most delicate moment of my life.

"You are right," I whispered, shocking both of us. "We may not be able to forget it, but we can sever it!"

For the first time his eyes narrowed and his calm demeanor vanished.

"You wouldn't dare..."

A crazy smile formed on my face and despite my wolf's scream of despair, I said the next words: "I do not accept you as my mate. I, Alina Belliard rejects you, King Malcom Black!"

Time froze and I braced myself for the pain that would inevitably come from the severed bond...

Yet, seconds passed and it didn't come.

My confidence began to waver and my heart rammed hard in my chest as Malcom's face twisted into a dark smile.

"I refuse your rejection and in return you are going to break off your marriage as I earlier stated!" His voice reverberated in the room, sending excited yet painful twinkles within me.

It was like my body was torn between rejoicing and crying.

"Are you crazy? How can you do this?" I cried out, my voice on the verge of screaming.

His face remained calm as if the entire situation was minor... Maybe in another time and space, I could have admired him but right now I was freaking out.

I took a deep breath and tried again. "My people need this marriage to work. If I break up with your son, what will happen to my people?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said; "Nothing."

My brows raised as I waited for him to come up with more explanation but he didn't.

"Nothing what?" I snapped in disbelief. "W—we need your army. We need your damned security or everything my parents have built here would be destroyed! Don't you get it? This isn't nothing!"

"I never said I wasn't going to offer my protection anymore," he said in that same calm tone that was starting to get under my nerve.

His fingers found my cheeks again and as he slowly caressed me, my silly body resumed its betrayal.

"You will get everything you need and desire, my little Alina. But in the condition that you give in to me... Accept our bond..."

My eyes closed as tingles formed on every part of me he touched. My toes began to coil and my teeth sank into my bottom lip as I fought for control.

I was almost giving in when a sharp ruffle on the door, broke us both out of the madness.

"Wifey?" Darryl's presence filled the room and I thought this was the moment I died. "What's going on?”