Alpha, King, Mate

Big Scary Alpha

He opened the door faster than I had anticipated. He looked different than before. For one he wasn't dressed in fancy clothes, just a white t-shirt and jeans, but he also looked less laid back. He was angry, I couldn't feel it like he described it but his face spoke louder than words. 

"What?" He asked harshly. I took a doubting step back. Maybe I should have listened to the man. 

"I wanted to see if you were alright." I said, my voice revealing the tension I felt in my chest. He looked me up and down and then over my shoulder, before grabbing my arm and ushering me into his room. 

His room was more like his own house. He had a bedroom, a large table to eat at and by the looks of it also a private bathroom. Though at the moment none of that mattered. I was more concerned by him. 

"Tell me what to do." He said to me, dangerously calm and taking a step towards me. "I have never felt like this. All I want to do is throw you on that bed and r****h you, but you are terrified of me. No matter what I say, you will hate me for saying it." 

"I don't hate you." I blurted out, deciding to temporarily forget about his ‘r****h’ comment. "I don't get you."

"You don't have to get me." He said, taking the final step towards me and pushing me against the door. He held my face in his hands and looked at my lips. "Let me protect you." 

"I can protect myself."  I answered. I wasn’t a damsel in distress, I never wanted to become that either. His life would have been much easier if he was mated to an actual werewolf girl. She could thrive in their misogynistic society. I wasn’t the same. Stepping down and accepting my fate was not in my blood.

Before I realized it, his lips touched mine. There was simply no way to describe the feeling when we kissed. I felt happy, sad, loved and forgotten at the same time. His lips moved with mine, his hands softly holding me in place. It felt right, he felt right. As though his lips were made for me and only me. Like these lips didn't speak the words that killed dozens of my friends. 

I pushed him back and looked down at my feet. I know that I didn't push him back. I was defenceless should he try something. But he leaned back without struggling. 

"I don't know if my parents are alive." I whispered. "I have spent the last ten years watching my friends being murdered and mutilated by werewolves." I dared to look back into his eyes. "I feel like I am betraying them." 

"I cannot bring them back." He answered. "Though I feel that they would want you to be happy." His warm thumb stroked my cheek. "I can make you happy. I can keep you safe. You'll never have to hide again. You will be a queen." 

* * *

The day was spent preparing for battle. A little before dinner a few scouts came back, reporting that King Byron was a lot closer than they had initially thought. Our human expertise was needed all throughout the night. Before the sun had risen fully, we had come up with a plan.

With the help of the humans in our group who were from this area, King Aris’ strongest warriors would be led through the treacherous forest so they could do a stealth attack when King Byron had his back to them.

Aris was busy preparing while I was busy calming down our group. No one felt truly comfortable with the wolves. Only Nickolas seemed to be in excellent spirits. The entire time I was with my group I felt a horrible feeling of guilt. They all looked at me like I am the one who hated werewolves as much as they do. I really wish that was still true. But hating Aris seemed to be nearly impossible when it is against all my instincts.

"Nick! Hold up." I finally managed to at least be somewhat near him for the first time since the meeting. We had both been talking to our group, so he was forced to stop, otherwise people might think there was a problem.

"I wanted to apologise for what I said." I immediately told him. I walked next to him as we headed back to the house. "I was exhausted and annoyed by everything and I blamed it on you. It wasn't fair and I'm sorry."

He waved it off with his hand "I forgive you, it was all in the heat of the moment." He said and stopped right before we entered the house. "Listen, you don't have to like the guy but at least try to be courteous towards the king. I saw you looking at him like you were about to smack him across the face." It took everything in me not to burst out in laughter.

"Nick." I said, pulling him away from the door and around a corner where no one would see us. "Something happened. Just... try to see it from my perspective okay?" 

"Oh god, what the hell did you do?" Nick sighed and rolled his eyes at me. I guess I had that one coming.

"I found my mate." I told him straight on. I needed to do it like that, to rip the bandaid off immediately, or I will never be able to tell him. He blinked a few times and opened his mouth, only to shut it seconds later. He then rubbed his forehead with his hands.

"A f*****g werewolf?" Nickolas finally managed to whisper. I nodded. He walked away for a few steps only to turn back around and stand very close to me. He was too close, I wanted to take a step back. My normal human instincts quickly pushed away the idea. Standing close to someone is not betraying your mate. 

"You can run." He stated and shushed me as he saw me coming up with a reply. "I know you hate them as much as I do. You are not bound to whoever he is just because he feels bonded to you. I can sneak you out. No one will know." I opened my mouth to speak again but he just continued talking. "You'd have to be on the run for a while but that's what you do best right? After a while he'll get the memo and give up."

"Nickolas." Though I was thinking about cutting him off as well it did not come from me. Aris had apparently been eavesdropping on our conversation. 

"Victoria will stay here." He was incredibly intimidating. He looked angry, his golden eyes solely focused on Nickolas. I noted how his fists clenched up as he walked out in front of me, forcing Nickolas to take a few stumbling steps back. 

It took Nickolas longer than expected to understand the situation. At first he just looked shocked that it was the king who was this angry. Then his eyes shifted between me and him, before taking another step back.

"He... him? He's your..." No audible words came out of Nickolas after that. He just looked confused and scared before finally regaining some of his posture and quickly hurrying off without saying another word. I felt bad for him, I truly did.  

Aris turned around and faced me. He still looked like King Aris, the guy that scares people off with just a glance. He was conflicted, like he wanted to kiss me but something was holding him back. I glanced over at the field and saw that no one was looking in our direction, one of the pillars of the mansion covered us, and everything that had just happened, completely. 

"Calm down." I said. His hands were still clenched and he was shaking. Would he turn? I didn't know what to do. He looked everywhere but at me. I realized that he was trying to shield me from himself. It made sense, don’t show the girl who is scared of werewolves that you are one. 

Fuck it, I thought. I placed both my hands on his cheeks and pulled him close to me. I pressed my lips onto his, this time making sure he was not holding back. He pushed me against the wall and put his arms around my waist. The feeling of kissing him was indescribable. I felt like no one was around us, like there were no problems in the world. 

But the kiss had to end. Even my human ears could detect the sound of people coming our way. I reluctantly pulled back, making sure that I was far enough away from him so that no one would be suspicious that there was anything going on between the big scary Alpha and the human leader.