Primal Bond: The Psycho Alpha King And The Deranged Ghost Seer

Earn Me

Aira’s POV

I settled in their midst and soon got over it, full of anger and venom as I sunk in the fact that he really had me captured. I will kill Alpha Theron on sight.

I never knew I would become even more unfortunate. But honestly, I should have known.

The crazy beast, sorry I meant the Alpha King of the nightsbane pack, had been harassing me for the longest time. I had never been more terrified and rooted in fear in my life, not even when I realized I could see ghosts.

What good did it profit me to be well known if I would end up attracting psycho kings like him for my services?

Even I wasn't immune to fear, fear from hearing about him before even meeting him. His psychotic shenanigans were enough to steer clear, the tales I had heard about how he could not be controlled and tamed, how he finished off both enemies and friends in a tiny burst of anger.

He sought me out ruthlessly, mannerlessly, like he had the right.

How do you deny a beast? You run? Hide? Ignore?

I did all of it. Didn't work.

All of a sudden I wasn't in isolation anymore, but I didn't like this type of attention either.

It started with a letter I already knew Alpha king Theron of the nightsbane pack, could never have written himself.

It was beyond polite, and I guess that's what scared me initially, of course until I declined and he started showing me his true l colors without revealing himself to me in the flesh.

He continued to use his guards to stalk and harass me, all the way from another pack! Nobody wanted to help me here. I had more enemies than friends apparently, some enemies I didn't even know of their existence.

This king must be nothing but an empty vessel. Now I know I would rather die than ever help him. I was treated like a criminal when we arrived, tossed on the ground in his presence like a sack of potatoes, right at his feet.

I had no interest in seeing his face, I just let my face fall, directly opposite the hard floor, my body hardening.

The first whiff of his scent hit me, and words couldn't explain how all fears left me. This could not be the feared psycho beast.

Another thing lingered in my spirit, something unclear, immediately destabilizing me, changing my body's mechanism. I was really itching to find out what it was, so I raised my head and beheld his face.

Big mistake.

A soft broken gasp escaped my lips as my senses heightened and my skin became overly sensitive. Something…possessed me.

His features were well defined, like some god. He looked like a variant I couldn't describe with those wicked, soulless eyes, like something I wanted to devour and own.

Claws…claws…defined claws…monster claws.. was all my brain could think about.

I got a more layered feel of his scent as I stared at his face shamelessly, the most handsome face I had ever seen.

How could such a terrible man have such a face? I was instantly intoxicated, it consumed me, I almost forgot how upset I was. If this was how he operated, I'm afraid I couldn't even default him.

As I held his unrelenting gaze, all I could see was a broken man under all that nonsense. I could definitely handle him and break him even more. At least that's what I thought.

“I scorn at your methods.” I started off, rising from the ground. I stood tall to prove a point, that I was still unshaken, even after all the rough transportation.

“You're the girl that can see ghosts.” He said, almost in a whisper, clearly assessing me, intrigued by me.

I, on the other hand, was beginning to flat out struggle from nowhere. It happened within seconds, the urge, the sensations, it confused me.

My wolf was pacing, clawing at the surface, itching to come out and rush this man in front of me. I felt a warm, dangerous pool, low in my stomach. My body chose to betray me at the most unfortunate time, and it was only because I hadn't gotten laid in the longest.

Still, I made an attempt to fight. Crossing my arms and locking eyes with him, I said the words I had been dying to say since his scent first hit me.

“And you're the weakest man I've ever met.”

Lies. He wasn't weak at all. He was overpowering, he was weakening me. It didn't matter, I had successfully pissed him off anyway.

His beta immediately stepped in to question me, like I cared.

“How dare you speak to our alpha king in such a manner? Do you wish to die?” His voice was broken, like he was actually worried for me, like he feared for me.

“What is he going to do? Kill me? He should hurry up and do it then.”

Living a life like mine made death seem like such a luxury.

“No one talks to me like that.” He cut in, his voice hung in a clear, sharp warning.

I rolled my eyes, unbothered.

“I have what you so desperately seek, so I will assume that I'm the only exception. That means that I'm the only one that can speak to you like you're below my feet, isn't that right?”

His jaw ticked. I heard horrid gasps from the distance and crowd.

I continued, despite the fact that my control was slipping, my body so in need to be touched and desired.

“Kill me like I've heard you do upon slightest provocations, and whatever is driving you insane enough to request for me will consume you and kill you in return, I promise you.”

A low rumble escaped his throat as he opened his beautiful mouth and I watched his lips move like a woman starved.

“You have some nerves. I've heard about you for sure, and what they say, all true.” He nodded his head.

“Tell me king, what do they say?” I tried to taunt him, but it seemed he had had enough.

“That you're begging for death desperately, and that you want someone like me to put an end to your misery.”

My lips curled upwards. I hate myself for that. The audacity of this empty man.

That's when I saw her hovering around him, his problem, and my vision blurred a little. His very little sister. A great stab wound to her chest, bruises all over her body, and she seemed like she ran for a long distance, covered in dirt. I tried not to react.

What could have happened to this little girl?

His voice made me snap my head back to him, and she disappeared. I don't know, I would haunt him too.

“My wolf growls at night in deep distress for reasons I can't explain, and I haven't gotten proper sleep in weeks. Tell me why this is happening to me. Is it associated with a ghost?”

Under all his control, I noticed a lot. His hands were shaky, and he kept tapping his fingers in a pattern on top of the handle of his throne. His movements were basically uncoordinated.

He was heavily frustrated and uneasy, and he revealed it to me just like that. Stupid, stupid man.

When I didn't say a word, he lost patience.

“Tell me!” His hands were now in a fist, hitting the handle of his throne seat aggressively.

I saw his claws make an appearance, his eyes colour change into a deeper shade, his growl scarier than normal as he showed his frustration that I almost shook, but my needs only got worse at this point.

The claws. My throat bubbled in raw hunger upon seeing them briefly before he subdued his anger.

I needed him. I needed him so bad I would go to crazy lengths to have him above me. I just needed this disorganization happening within me to be over, to feel relief.

“I won't! This isn't how to treat a woman. You can't coerce me!” I yelled in return. It startled him. I bet he had never had anyone do it to him.

“Speak.” His voice was lower, calmer, signs he didn't do it often. A grin stretched my lips.

The desperation in his tone and me maintaining the upper hand was thrilling. Oh poor king. I wanted to make friends with that little girl so fast. She's an ally.

I proceeded to take huge advantage of this moment, of his vulnerability to get what I wanted.

“It doesn't work that way. Ease me into it softly, and I'll tell you all you need to know.”

“What must I do, woman?” He had such a stimulating calm voice. I imagined him talking me through it already. Oh the things I could do with this new enemy of mine.

“Earn me. I want a handsome payment…in kind.” I dropped the bomb on him, shamelessly in front of everyone.