The Alpha's Expectations

Full House

Ace appraised the King’s appearance. His eyes were still fixated on her. She was suddenly conscious of her own appearance, a feeling she had never quite had before and reached for the robe that she realized was barely closed at this point. His eyes moved to her hand that clutched at the fabric at her breast. And then suddenly, the King straightened himself, cleared his throat and turned to John. Ace furrowed her brow. He was acting like nothing just happened. How could he be so unaffected?

“This must be your daughter?”

Alpha John also cleared his throat. Could he sense the tension between them? Did her father know what had just happened? Did he know that the man standing before her was her mate? It didn’t seem possible that the whole world didn’t know. What had just happened to her felt palpable. It felt like she could reach out and touch it. Mate. The word felt foreign in her mind and she couldn’t decide if she was okay with this or not.

“Yes,” John agreed sheepishly “but I am very sorry that this is the manor in which you must meet her.”

For a moment Ace thought he was referring to their instant connection. And her heart fluttered. She instantly scoffed at the felling. But she realized he simply meant her attire and quickly rolled her eyes. She suddenly remembered the frustratingly fancy dress he and her step mother had picked out and wanted to wretch. Although, she did have this strange desire to please the man in front of her, and she could tell he was not pleased with her current state, she hated to admit it but perhaps the dress would have been more appropriate. What the heck was happening to her? She wondered internally.

“It’s not a problem at all” Talon answered waving his hand and finally redirecting his eyes to Ace. She had never been one to swoon, but feared she might just be doing that now and let out a frustrated sigh as Solange was doing summersaults inside of her causing her knees to weaken. Mine. “Miss Turner, you must allow me to escort you to your room, you look freezing in that get up. It’ll give us a moment to get acquainted and I am sure you can’t wait to get out of that and into something more appropriate.” He practically growled the last part.

Is he mad at me? Ace wondered. His demeanor was awfully cold. The King gripped her elbow in a manor that appeared to be polite but was actually much harder than was probably necessary and began walking her down the hallway. No one said a word. And had she not been so caught up in thought she is sure she would have objected more firmly. As they wondered through the palace Ace wondered how he could know where her room was. She was about to ask when his grip got a little more firm as they approached her bedroom door.

“Outch!” She screeched as she pulled away from him, finally coming to her senses. But he was faster, before she knew it she was up against the wall in the second floor hallway. She stared up at him incredulously. Her wolf ripping and tearing from within to be near him. Her mind wanting nothing of the sort. But the mating call was strong. She took in a deep breath, he smelled of citrus and bergamot and her body responded. Without thinking she angled her head to the side and clenched her thighs together. He had one wrist pinned above her head and the other clutched at the robe covering her breast. His mouth found the crutch of her neck that she subconsciously had exposed to him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He growled into her neck. The sensitive skin responded with goosebumps. His lips were inches from the exact spot he would mark her.

“No more than your doing to me,” she responded closing her eyes and pressing into him.

“Do you have any idea the insult you’ve afforded me?” He pulled away just enough to look her in the eye.

Ace’s mind was clouded with lust. Had she heard him right? How in the world would she have offended him.

“Wait? What?” She finally stated, He smiled, reached for her door knob and in one motion opened the door pushed her though and ripped the robe off of her body.

“You should probably shower before dinner, and don’t worry I’ll make sure your lover gets his robe back.” He growled and he slammed the door and stalked away.

Ace stood dumbfounded staring at the back of her closed door, stark naked, and complete frustrated with herself. No one had ever scratched the surface of her nerve or her desire in such a way. She felt completely unhinged. And what exactly did he mean. “Her lover??” She sure as hell didn’t have a lover. No one consistent anyway. The robe. Bruno’s robe, Solange reminded her. She quickly donned a t shirt and a pair of shorts that had been tossed on the floor and ripped the door opened. She stared down the hall at her mate’s back. He was waking swiftly away. She sighed realizing she didn’t even know his name. His distance made her head a little clearer. The more she thought about their exchange the angrier she got and resigned herself back to her room.

“Who the f**k does he think he is?! Ugh! Who even was that?” She asked herself.

The king was coming today. Solange reminded her again. Ace’s breath caught in her throat.

“Fuck.”

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Talon seethed as he walked away from her room gripping at the offending fabric belonging to another man- the image of her naked body still fresh within his mind, but tainted by the forign smell that clung to her. When she had exposed her neck to him he had almost lost it. He could have marked her, threw her into her room, taken her on her own bed and no one would have questioned him. Not only was she his by right, but he was the King.

Right now all Talon wanted to do was track down the owner of this robe. He remembered the exchange he’d whitenesses on the field. The one that made her light up and laugh. She certainly did not illuminate in such a way upon meeting her one true mate. Talon stopped in the middle of the hall and looked down at the robe in his hand. What was he doing? As King his job was often to put aside emotion. He had gotten quite good at that. Magnus, his wolf, was in a state of exaggerated arousal, flamed by extreme anger that was making it difficult to keep his head about him. What exactly did he think he was going to do? Parade downstairs with this robe and explain to Alpha John that he’d just ripped it of his daughter’s body? The image imprinted in his mind did not help his thought clarity. Magnus whimpered internally, begging him to turn around and claim what was rightfully his. No, he couldn’t do that either, it would be highly inappropriate. Was he going to saunter through town and find the owner of this robe and confront him about his relationship with his mate? More like rip his head off! No. He’d deal with this more appropriately. He was a King, he reminded himself.

And we’ve found our queen. Magnus taunted.

As luck would have it an omega was passing by. “Excuse me,” Talon stated.

The young female omega shyly looked up at him and blushed. “Yes sir?” She questioned without meeting his gaze.

“Would you mind taking care of this?” He said handing her the robe. She nodded, pulled a stray hair behind her ear and took the robe before continuing her treck down the hall way.

Talon sighed and pinched the bridge if his nose. This was getting to be too much. Talon couldn’t remember the last time he’d lost control and yet here he was seething over a piece of fabric.

“It smells of him.”Magnus reminded him. Talon signed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Within seconds Carter’s voice was bellowing through. “What’s up?” His Beta questioned. “‘My room. Now.” Was all he could say.

……

“No way!” Carter exclaimed pulling the glass of burbon to his lips and taking a long draw. “She’s your mate? Dude, of course she is.” He couldn’t help the full bellied laugh that escaped his lips. “How long have I known you?” Carter asked as he took another sip. Talon knodded in agreement. “No, seriously man, how long have we been friends?”

Talon signed. The burbon was clearly getting to his Beta. “Forever.” He responded finishing off his own glass.

“Exactly! Forever. And for that long you’ve always been the luckiest son of a b***h I’ve ever met. Fuckin’ King of the alphas, only female apha in God-knows-how long… and she’s your f*****g mate dude!”

Talon grabbed the bottle of burbon. It wasn’t a great pour, but it was the best bourbon Alpha John had in his collection. It would simply have to do. He poured himself another glass and splashed just a shot more in his friends. “You’ve had about enough” Talon said with a smile.

“Seriously man? Yeah, I guess you’re right. We have that party thing later, and I need to get my senses back” Carter stated simply while downing the contents of his glass. “Oh s**t! I’m going to get to meet her?” Carter said with a smile. He quickly sprung to his feet and headed towards the door. “Bet she’s f*****g hot too.” He laughed without turning around.

Talon had been swirling the contents of his glass and staring at the amber liquid. He shot Carter a fierce and knowing glance, but he did not meet his gaze. Talon emptied what was probably his 3 or 4th glass down his throat.

“Fuck.” He stated simply.