Alpha King's Weakness

Chapter Three - Rejection Again

Aria

Werewolves? I've only ever read them in books. Or maybe this is one of those dreams that feel like reality. I should pinch myself. Because there's just no way I'm really in the werewolf kingdom and we're now being ruled by them.

People who shift into wolves? That's not even scientifically or genetically possible! It has been hours since we got here, it's morning now and I'm still in a daze.

“Move out of my way, human!" Before I could even respond or do anything, I was pushed out of the way roughly by very strong hands. That was more than enough to erase all the doubts I was having.

So werewolves do exist and we're currently in their land and under them. What sort of sorcery is this? My head started picturing how tough life would be now, as I had read in some books of how bad werewolves treated humans. Not that my life was any better when I wasn't under them anyway.

"Listen up humans! The king will be here now, he'll address you all. Compose yourself, he kills without mercy.” A guard's voice roared round the room.

I've been given a responsibility within the time I got here, I'm to start working in the kitchen immediately. This really feels like a dream, I'm just meant to work as a maid just like that? These people are so strong that they've taken down all our human government. Literally every one of them.

Suddenly, the air in the room changed and I took in the most delicious scent ever. This one was way more intoxicating and sweeter than that of the other man that night. What's his name again, Asher?

My eyes were fixated on the person who just stepped in. He's so tall, really handsome. His aura itself screamed ‘respect me’ like it was written off him. I felt so drawn to him in ways more I couldn't describe. What's this weird feeling?

Suddenly, he looked up and our eyes clashed. I almost fell down with how weak my knees were. His eyes were glowing! A glow that screamed danger.

Then it clicked in my head that I was looking into the eyes of the werewolf king.

“All hail the king!" The announcer said, making me look down immediately, bowing alongside everybody else in the room. He must be staring at me because I was the only one with my head up, some people were even on the ground fully, his aura was that strong.

"I welcome you all to the werewolf kingdom. I'm King Lysander, and I officially initiate you all into the kingdom. Let it be known that anyone who's involved or heads a rebel will be killed painfully. Your rights are almost equal to the wolves here, you're just inferior to us."

That last sentence made me clench my jaw. He said ‘inferior’ as though we created ourselves. He must be one proud king. To think that I was so lost in his deep voice as he was talking, but he just had to ruin that.

Lysander is a well known and popular person. He's stinkingly rich and a very good looking person too. I think that's why I'm so drawn to him, it has to be his looks. Yes.

“You can all leave now." His voice roared, penetrating through my loud thoughts.

I immediately rushed towards the door alongside other people, feeling the urge to just get out of here even though one stupid part of me wants to remain here. What's even that?

Just as I was about to get to the door, I was dragged back by strong arms. I turned around with shock to come face to face with a guard.

“Come with me, human." He sneered, holding my wrist tightly even though he had a look of disgust on his face.

My body went into shock immediately. Oh my goodness! I'm going to be killed for looking into the king's eyes. Is this really how I'll die? What did I come to this world for then? I've not even achieved anything and I'm going to just get beheaded like that.

The guard opened a door and pushed me inside while he stayed outside and closed the door. I looked at the closed door with a confused expression then I looked up to be met with the biggest shock of my life.

Standing before me was the werewolf king, his eyes directly on me. How did I not even perceive him? His intoxicating scent got stronger? That could be because I never really left his sight.

“What's your name?" He asked me, his voice laced with so much authority and command. How can someone emanate so much power without even trying?

I went to my knees immediately, bowing my head at the same time.

“I'm very sorry, your majesty. I didn't mean to look into your eyes I swear. I meant no disrespect at all, I was just not in my right state of mind. Please don't kill me, it will never happen again, I won't even come around you again." I rushed out the words, fear radiating off my voice and entire body.

“Stop spewing nonsense and tell me your name, mutt.” The king snapped angrily, making me look up a bit.

Why does he need my name? Is it so he could put it down in records after I'm dead?

‘Aria, you're really cooked.’ I told myself mentally.

“Aria. My name is Aria." I said.

“Aria what?" He asked again.

“Aria Wilder." I answered slowly. I started picturing what my life after death would look like. Would I go to hell or heaven? I really don't even know.

“I, Lysander Blackwood of the werewolf kingdom, reject you, Aria Wilder, as my mate and Queen. I cut ties with you from this instant." He said.

What?- just as expected, the pain came. But this one is triple that one. Yes, this is the death I was thinking about earlier. I knew he was going to kill me. There's no way I'll survive this pain.

I held my head as it felt like it'd split into two, anticipating death already. My body fell to the ground long ago. Just as I closed my eyes, ready to embrace death, someone's hand was pushed into my mouth.

Blood exploded on my tongue, I found myself sucking on the hand and swallowing the blood. It tastes really sweet. But that didn't take away the weakness, it only took away the pain.

Before my eyes closed fully, they made contact with the glowing ones of the werewolf king whose hand is currently in my mouth. Then I succumbed to darkness.

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I didn't die, I really didn't die. I woke up the next morning in the maid's quarter. I have a very huge inkling that I'd have really died from that pain if he didn't give me his blood.

But what really happened? What's with all the rejecting stuff happening to me? Not in my wildest dreams did I think I'd enjoy drinking someone else's blood.

But then again, only the weirdest things have been happening. Because how am I in the werewolf kingdom to begin with.

“Mutt, are you done with that? You're awfully slow."

I'm starting to get used to being called a mutt which I don't like. I even feel like I'm the only one who works in the kitchen who's looked down on the most. Oh, to hell with my small stature!

Before I could reply to her, the other kitchen workers started whispering within themselves. A very strong feminine perfume had me looking outside the window. They were talking about the lady passing.

“She's so lucky, she'll be the Queen soon."

“And she's so beautiful. The king is lucky to have her too. I heard that she's really powerful too."

“Yes, and also rich. She's just snobby and proud."

“Wouldn't you be proud if the king chose you out of every lady in this kingdom?"

From what I just gathered, she's king Lysander's betrothed. And she's so beautiful that she'd easily pass for a model if she was human.

I don't envy her one bit, I pity her instead. Because who in their right mind should have to spend the rest of their life with that king?