04; the king's weakness
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04; the king's weakness
The door of Alpha Valius's office cracked open slightly as his beta slipped in quietly. At the unannounced arrival, Alpha Valius abruptly looked up from his paperwork, tearing his mind away from
his thoughts with the action.
Alpha Valius might have seemed to be busied with the analysis of all his paperwork that was spread across his work desk, but the truth was his mind was nowhere near work-related worries. Instead, all he had ever been able to think about lately was that little rogue with those bright red eyes.
She was not exactly petite despite
the fact that he kept calling her little in his head. He had seen. smaller females, and his mate was not at all small. It was evident that she was fitter than most females, which was not a surprise for a rogue. Male rogues were usually fit enough to take on pack warriors, and female rogues would naturally become fitter than those in a pack due to their living environment.
The way her eyes had flashed into
their bright shade of red when they met his eyes replayed in his head. The moment they recognized each other as mates, he recalled.
He remembered feeling a wave of emotions before anger completely washed over him and took control. He knew why he was angry, and he was unapologetic about it. He didn't need a mate. All this time he has been King of Alpha, he has been without a mate, and he has been strong enough.
A mate would only slow him down,
weaken him,
A king did not need a weakness. To be king, he had learnt, was a lonely and selfless route. A king should place his kingdom before himself. He served his people. In order to protect, he had to be stronger, the strongest wolf. He had to rise to his title if he wanted to be able to proudly claim
his title as King of Alphas.
He hated how much his wolf desired the little rogue within the few
seconds they have met. He hated how a part of him was almost fine with having a weakness if it meant he could have a queen by him.
He wanted to scream. Love was weak. Love ruined life. Love ruined his family. He came to the world because
there was love. And love was the reason he was left behind, alone. Love destroyed his parents and made him a child king at fifteen. He was too young to be sitting on the throne, too young to have to punish the ones who have wronged. Too young to see the ugliness of his world-the one he has to rule immediately after
his parents' death, He didn't need that. A weakness. He had a kingdom to rule, he must stay
strong. All the thinking was making his head hurt, so he was happy for a distraction even if it was just his beta. Alpha Valius leaned back in his
chair as his beta stepped closer to
his desk.
"surely knocking couldn't be that
hard, could it, Beta Ryan?" Alpha
Valius's right eyebrow raised in
question.
Beta Ryan simply chuckled at his
Alpha before returning to his
seriousness again. "the rogue has
been put in the dungeon for five days
already. Under the regulations of the pack, we do not feed prisoners whose cases were not confirmed. What are we charging the rogue for, Alpha?" It has been five days already?
Clearly, Alpha Valius has been too
preoccupied to be taking note of his
days lately. Alpha Valius remained silent. What are we charging the rogue for? He questioned himself too. He didn't know why he had commanded to put her
into their dungeon himself. For being
his mate? For setting foot on his
land as a rogue? What did he want to do to her? Kill her? Beta Ryan eyed his Alpha. He was trying to read him like he always would as they had been friends since
he was young. "Alpha..." he tried
again.
"this rogue, are you planning to have
her killed? We usually kill rogues
the moment we find them. Why is she
sitting in the dungeon instead?"
The wolf within Alpha Valius was
snapping his jaws at the mention of
killing his little rogue. It was
pounding his paws against his human
cage, ready to pounce. Alpha Valius
turned his head away slightly to
control his animal.
Alpha Valius's eyes almost shone gold
again, but he quickly calmed down for
his eyes to return to their usual
ash-grey shade.
Beta Ryan did not say anything, but he saw what had just happened. The flash of gold was hard to hide, even if it was only for a split second. When Alpha Valius finally had himself
under control, he looked up at beta
Ryan. "1'11 have to speak to the
rogue.
It's been five days without food in
the dungeon for Chelsea. The dungeon
keepers would occasionally pop by her
gate to offer her a bowl of water.
The dungeon keepers were gangly men
who patrolled around every hour. They
weren't all that intimidating to
Chelsea, but she decided it was best
that she did not try to speak at all.
For these past few days she's been
in the dungeon; aside from inhaling
the stinky air, she had observed the
dungeon keepers' movements.
They had shifts every few hours, and
whenever a new group of men would
come down to take over, they would
make loud noises as they came. It was
not intentional, but they were just
loud in their movements. From her
position in her cell, she shamelessly
stared at every passing dungeon
keeper.
She did not have a plan to escape
or anything of the sort. She was
just waiting to see what happens to
her. And in the meantime, she would
just observe everything around her,
quietly.
When she first arrived, every shift
of dungeon keepers was surprised to
see her in one of the cells. Their
eyes would widen for a second before
they dismissed it after. They seemed
surprised to find a female rogue in
their dungeon for some reason.
Chelsea was in a daze, as usual,
staring at the floor beside her feet
when the heavy metal gates creaked
open. The chains were released from
around the thick bars. Chelsea didn't
scramble towards the opening in
hopes of a chance to escape as other
prisoners would; she merely turned
her head towards the sound.
A distinct scent filled her nose at
that very instant. Musky peppermint.
It's that Alpha again.
Chelsea dragged her eyes across his
figure to look at his face. His face
was lacking emotions. His eyes were
relaxed, they were staring in her
direction, but he did not seem to
be looking at her at the same time.
He just seemed like he was staring
ahead, which happened to be at her.
As he moved closer, Chelsea noticed
his attire. He was in an all-black
dress shirt and vest with a pair of
black trousers. The all-black outfit
on him made the golden crown on his
head stand out more than ever.
Wearing a crown to meet a prisoner
in a smelly dungeon seemed a little
excessive to Chelsea if she was
being honest. It was unnecessary,
but it had confirmed her suspicions
when they first met-he was in fact
the King of Alphas and not just any
Alpha.
The gates started creaking again the
moment he fully entered Chelsea's
cell. They were locking the gates
again, Chelsea realised. They were
locking the two of them in.
Her head was starting to spin, be it
the lack of food in her system or her
wolf trying to overpower her after
she had put her wolf to sleep for
the last few days. At the closeness
of her mate, her wolf had awakened
suddenly to her dismay.
Alpha Valius stopped at her feet,
looking down at her who was on the
ground, still leaning against the
wall. Her head lowered from before,
and she was staring at the floor
again.
He sighed, trying to calm his crazy
animal down within him, before
speaking.
"Now, I believe we both have similar
feelings about-"
A fierce growl echoed through the
cell, and suddenly, the King was
tackled to the ground.
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