Alpha King Mated

Chapter Three

Luna

I looked up and held the book I’d been reading to my chest, a content sigh leaving me. The story of a woman finding her Prince Charming was a tale older than time and one that would never get old.

I felt the silly grin on my face as I’d just ended the scene where the prince came racing in on his steed to save the damsel in distress, sealing their magical moment with a deep, thorough kiss.

Gods, it was so romantic—something a girl like me, so inexperienced with everything, would find wholly beautiful and wistful.

It was those thoughts moving through my mind that were broken up by the sound of horse hooves beating a steady rhythm.

The sun hadn’t yet risen, but I felt the prickling on the back of my neck that said it was coming soon and fast.

I set the book aside and shifted on the bed so I could lean forward and pull aside the cloth that concealed the window. Outside was still cloaked at night; the muddy road was deserted by anyone.

But then the sound of stomping hooves became closer and clearer. I shifted on the bed and blew out the candle that sat on the little scarred table close to me. I took my place back at the window, feeling this weird sensation course through me.

For some reason, my heart started racing, and my fingers were shaking a little. I didn’t know why I felt this weird. anticipation moving through me.

I kept concealed behind the fabric of the curtain, the room doused in darkness, the subtle scent of smoke from blowing out the candle making that the only thing I could smell.

I watched as three steeds slowly made their way through the center of the village, dirt, and muck being kicked up by their heavy hooves. Although I could see all three males obviously despite the lack of light, and thanks to my heightened senses, my focus was wholly transfixed on the powerful male that led the trio.

His horse was a massive stallion with a glossy black coat, the moon shining down and making it appear almost indigo.

I could tell right away these weren’t humans. All of them, especially the clear leader of the group, had a very ethereal aura around them. But because I wasn’t close enough to him and because of the smoke from the candle, I couldn’t smell what kind of Otherworld species they were.

My gaze stayed on the male at the head, his body massive, his shoulders broad and thickly muscled. His clothing was travel-worn and didn’t hide the sheer power beneath the material; the definition of his chest was evident, making my belly tighten.

His thighs were thick as tree trunks, with dark leather trews covering the powerful limbs. I could make out a sash tied around his waist, the material plaid, with a crest at the end of it. Southern, perhaps?

I let my gaze wander back up to his face, his features severe under the moonlight. His jaw was a hard-cut square, dark scruff covering his cheeks, his lips full, and his nose perfectly proportioned to his face. He was brutally savage in a beautiful way like a warlord coming in to cause havoc and chaos.

His dark hair was messy across his forehead, a little overgrown—another clear indication he’d been traveling for some time. And the longer I stared at him, the more I realized this male seemed to be plucked out of a different time. He had an old-world feel emanating from him.

I felt a strange tightening in my belly; this warm heat was moving through my body at such a fast rate that I grew dizzy even though I was sitting down. My fingers curled around the fabric, and I felt my breathing start to increase as I watched him steer his steed through the village.

The other two males with him could’ve been invisible for all I cared.

My heart was still racing and increasing with each passing second. So big. So masculine. I felt wetness spill from between my thighs and clench my legs together, the sensations moving through me, ones I’d never experienced before.

It was unnerving as much as it was exciting.

He was acting by my window when I saw his body visibly tense. His nostrils flared, his spine snapping consecutively as he lifted his head and started inspecting his surroundings.

He yanked his horse to a finish just hoofs past my window, and I clasped my breath. I could hear my heart beating in my ears and thumping in my throat.

But he does not know that he is just playing, that she is not serious, or that he likes her. I don't know what his agenda could be toward me.

But as I inhaled a profound breath again, letting reality fade back into me, I realized her scent had dissipated. She wasn’t inside; she hadn’t been for quite some time.

But still, I didn’t move, my eyes closed and my head now resting against the pane as I kept inhaling deeply, taking in as much of her scent as I could. I can't get enough.

My heart was thundering, and my c**k was stiff. I wanted my mate; I needed to get to her, claim her, spread her thighs, and rut between them like the wild beast I was.

For long instances, I just sat there, staring across the room. With emotion, my eyes went wide. I gradually slid my hand down the veneer of my shift, halting right before I got to the place between my thighs that ached.

I was wet. Oh, Gods. I was wet from just peeking at that male. Who was he, and why was I feeling arousal for the first time in my life?

I didn't want to think too much about the hows or whys of what was transpiring, because if I did, I’d know completely well what was happening. I want to know who my mate could be.

I’d just found my mate.