The Alpha King's Condemned Mate

Chapter Six

Silence desecended heavily on the weary murmuring elders as the giant golden entrance of the royal cabinet hall flung open. In came a tall well-built figure with dark silky robe, adorning his huge frame.

All eyes fell on him as he made his majestic motion to the throne. The alpha of all alphas, the most vicious wolf in all of Nerthez, the one who reigns supreme over all betas omegas and hybrid.

His arched brows knitted in a flawless frown that sits well with his calm but threatening looks. Alpha king Deryk is a god-face. No wonder the goddess fated him with no mate.

There would have been endless feud among young ladies for the alpha king's unaffordable attention and fights for who would be taken as his chosen mates would ravaged the palace. His looks not only drew hearts but broke them, unintentionally.

Unintentionally, because the alpha could barely even keep tags of women and young girls tripping secretly and openly for him. Although he did kept a handful of them as his concubine, working in the palace.

"Have I perhaps been deceived by the oracle about her revelation years ago? I have summoned you all here today, to hear her speak again. What is my fate Azalea!?" His voice rumbled as he gripped the throne armrest tightly in his fingers.

Silence ensued for seconds

"Speak!" He growled. His face turning ferocious as he arch his back and propelled his slightly slanted jaw forward. Veins popped up on his forehead, lining his brows.

Tension choked everyone. Then, someone cleared their throat softly. Everyone turned to look at Azalea. The oracle and and a witch's daughter. Soft and lofty with exotic looks. In her midst forty yet she remains a celibate.

"What about the fate does your majesty seek to know? If you wish, I would recount everything from the start, right here" her voice boomed across the hall.

"I ask you if the fate is true or not. Yes or No. That's all I want to hear. Think carefully because I would not ask you again"

"Preposterous!" A voice rang out loud, suddenly surprising everyone. Except for king Deryk of course. He knows how rashly and foolishly Dominica behaves. Ever since she was brought into the palace as his father's chosen mate and new queen, she had always tried to make everyone stand on pins around her, but never succeeded with her stepson, Deryk.

In fact the duo never saw eye-to-eye but somehow, she fears Deryk's authority. One word from him, she would be thrown out to the rogues where she would meet her waterloo.

"Who dares to interrupt a private meeting!" King Deryk snarled. Anger visible in his eyes but he still maintained his fine features.

"This isn't private as you are trying to challenge the goddess. You are trying to bring a curse upon us all. No one questions her decrees but you dare to do so? I won't sit back and watch you bring calamities upon us, your highness" she hesitated before using the honorifics, darting her eyes from left to right.

If not for the people present, Dominica never addresses Deryk with a even a slight bit of respect for his position and he on the other hand is very much not interested in getting any from her.

The mere thought of Dominica getting all coy and pretending to be loyal and respectful around him, disgusted him.

"Out now or seize to ever show your face before the cabinet" he threatened, low murmurs rose from the hall.

Just then, the entrance opened while a troop of eight palace servants walked briskly in their bright lilac and cream uniforms. A pair of mini flared skirts and short-sleeved checkered shirts, tugged neatly under the skirt waste line. They carried large jars of rose nectar each.

"But now that you are here, why don't you clear me on something very crucial?" He cleared his throat looking from one elder to another with icy glare.

"Well, why not? I mean if I could, I wouldn't hesitate to do so" Dominica said stiffly.

"Fifteen years ago, you and the oracle, brought forth a prohesy of the goddess that I would be Mateless. Is that true?"

"Yes, your highness" Azalea and Dominica exchanged looks.

"Perhaps there is possibility that the goddess might have been misunderstood. What do you think?" King Deryk said, raising a brow.

Among the maids with head deep-bowed, going quietly around to serve nectar, is Sonia. The moment King Deryk's eyes settled on her, all hell was let loose.

He heard no sound but the still-beating heart of his miraculous mate. His wolf shook with vigour shooting him off his feet at once.

The people present were taken aback by his sudden unease. They all thought Dominica's word had enraged the alpha king as they let out frightful gasps.

"What if I meet my mate, what would that say about your good for nothing message from the goddess!?" He growled, descending gingerly from the stairs leading to the throne sit, his eyes never broke from Sonia as if she would vanish the moment he look away.

Dominica who is now standing in the middle of the pathway slowly began to retrace her steps as Deryk approached her like a predator ready to devour a prey they have been chasing for long.

His lethal stare was enough to give everyone present there chilly shivers down the spine.

The more the days pass, the stronger he feels his connection to Sonia. She is his mate. He knows that very well. But unfortunately for him, she doesn't feel the same way.

The mere thought of living his life without his mate recognizing him always put him on edge. He thought of avoiding her but his yearning for her only got worse by the break of day.

There must be something Azalea and Dominica are hiding and he is determined to get to the bottom of it all.

Seeing his mate right then in the middle of such critical discussion threw him off his reins of control. Even worst, she is serving alongside the palace maids? Who dares order the king's woman to carry out such disrespectful chores? Dominica! He gritted his teeths in rage.

He had specifically warned the chief servant not to let Sonia do anything unless when he ordered. It is ony his step-mother, Dominica that could dare to go against his warnings like this.

His stares burnt right through Sonia, she quickly became more conscious when her eyes briefly met with the king's.

His most sacred desires are staring right at him yet he couldn't take a go at it. He had decided that, until she realizes she is his mate, he would not think of marking her. But deep down he knows Tigan's patience is rapidly wearing out.

Tigan, his dark and dangerous wolf, always probed him about their mate, Sonia, and always set to mark her but King Deryk never listened even though he badly wanted the same thing.

"Answer me!" His growl echoed scaringly, making the people's heart jump in their throat.

"The prophecy is true. And so it remains" It was Azalea now. Her voice is always very calm no matter the tension.

"Haha" he scoffed in between chuckles making the people squint their brows in confusion "What if i have a mate, regardless?" He turned his head to look at Dominica, who is now trembling before him, eyes fixed to the ground.

"What? That's impossible, I mean.." She was about to say but Deryk raised a finger, cutting her mid-sentence.

"What if.." He paused and slowly pointed a finger towards the servants' direction "..She is my mate?"

A loud gasp of shock and more confusion erupted among the people.

That moment, a loud crashing sound jolted the people out of their shock. Sonia's jar had slipped from her hand, hearing the alpha king. Several harsh eyes turned to settle on her. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up.

She quickly bent down and started to sweep the pieces of shattered glasses with her palms, hurriedly. She could feel a hundred sharp ends finding their way right under her flesh. She squeezed her eyes in pain, but never stopping for once.

The people thought they were shocked by the alpha King's words, little did they know that his next action would be the real shocker.

The almighty alpha king, Deryk, appeared before Sonia and stooped beside her. He grabbed Sonia's hand; pain and anger evident in his eyes.

Gently, he placed her hand in his, like small delicate petals, her blood soiling his palms.

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Meanwhile...

There was none who was more stunned than Dominica. Seeing Deryk's affectionate reactions towards his new concubine sparked more suspicion.

What's there to suspect anyways? Deryk has already made it obvious that he is attracted to that wench of a newbie but Dominica just wouldn't sit back and watch all that go on under her nose. She would show her, her perfect place soon.

All the courtesans brought in by Deryk were secretly cooked by Dominica to only perform their duties in bed and nothing more. She dole out strict warnings that none of them should let king Deryk develope feelings for them, neither should they grow attached to him.

That way, he may end up mateless as she so much desires. Then she would make good of the opportunity to rebel using her son. Deryk is the outright opposite of her son, Nathan.

Although she had him before Deryk's birth and before her arrival in the royal palace, right after the death of Queen Lissa, but Deryk had all the qualities of an alpha, most especially, he was born a true Alpha, and more than worthy of the throne. However, this is a fact Dominica would never come to terms with.

As she left the grand hall with Azalea, she dragged her by the arm, down to her own chambers, unmindful of the eyes that might see them together in that manner.

"He must not find out the truth, even if he finds his mate. The prophesy still stands and prepare another cripsy message from the goddess again, you know what I mean" she chuckled in nervous excitement while peering into Azalea's eyes as if she is trying to read her soul.

More than anything, Azalea's calm and stone cold expression pisses her off.

"How can you be so calm in a situation like this?" She drew nearer to Azalea, who remained unmoving "I hope you are not planning on ratting out on me now? Huh? I can turn my back against you anytime, because you are a nobody, remember? I made you who you are today. Do you understand that?" She eyed Azalea threateningly, but she remained unfazed by Dominica's deadly stare, her face expressionless.

She continued after Azalea nodded her head slightly in response "This time, we go harder" she shrieked lowly, a dirty grin plastered on her face, making her thin red-colored lips flatten in a wide horizontal line.