The Alpha King and His Human Queen

When I Look Like This

Alexandra



Anger is radiating from his entire being. His dark eyes instantly turn bright red and he looks even more intimidating when his irises change to the color of his wolf's. The royal garments are in dark red and black and the crimson colour doesn’t help much against the impression he is scary.

The Prince never takes bed slaves. I now know without doubt it’s true. And he is no longer a prince…

Nathaniel pauses mid-way and glances at the door behind him. For a split second, he looks like he is considering calling the guards and kicking me out. But then he turns to me. Something passes his face and it’s right then and there that he takes a different decision. I know that because he turns his back on the door determinedly and closes the distance between us fast. Nathaniel stands before me and I flinch, almost expecting him would grab me. Or hit me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for whatever comes. But when it doesn’t I slowly open my eyes. Nathaniel is still standing before me. His hair is dark, and his eyes are still bright red. From this close, I see the darker threads running all over his irises and my heart speeds up.

What’s wrong with me?

I clench my hands in fists, digging my nails in my palms as if to remind myself who he is and that I should not be looking at him this way. In any way.

His eyes search my face and he pauses to meet mine. His gaze is so intense I don’t know what to do with myself. Nathaniel’s expression doesn’t betray anything but I feel his discontent. I catch the scent of wine, but it’s mixed with the same scent I caught the first time I met him.

Rain and earth. Fire and smoke. My body reacts to the proximity. Despite everything, all the horrors from the day for some reason I want to lean towards him.

What am I thinking? Then Nathaniel's eyes travel from mine to my lips. He doesn’t move. I don’t know if I am moving too, that includes something as simple as breathing. The whole world has paused and there’s nothing besides us.

I must be going insane. Or it’s me who has drunk, I don't know…

Nathaniel lifts his hand very slowly and his fingertips almost touch my lips. I am like a small rabbit in the middle of the road and my heart is drumming like mad.

What am I doing and why am I not pushing him away?

I don’t want to push him away…

What is he doing? And for some reason I imagine him running his fingers over my lips slowly. I imagine opening my lips for him, letting him kiss me, or take me and…

The image in my head startles me and I gasp. Then Nathanile’s hand disappears and moves from my lips to my hair.

His fingers brush very lightly my strands, he removes a stray lock that has fallen before my eyes and I almost shiver. His breath is on my face, I feel the warmth coming from his body and I want to lean in, to close my eyes and inhale his scent, to carry it with me wherever I go.

When I meet his eyes again I discover he is frowning.

This is a bad sign. He is still mad. Whatever passed between us is gone.

“Who did this?”

His voice is low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. He turns dangerous in the blink of an eye. Like the unpredictable alpha that he is.

The question was short and simple and at the same time threatening. It contained the promise of punishment.

I open my mouth to speak and he takes a step away from me. Nathaniel regards me.

At first, I think he looks at the way I am dressed, at the clothes revealing most of me. Then he outreaches his hands again and slightly pushes the cloth to the side.

The silks open, sliding delicately and seductively from my body as they are supposed to and I feel embarrassed like never before. I am completely naked before him. I don’t dare look at him so I keep my eyes fixed on the floor and on the beautiful decorations of the carpet.

I have never done this before.

Eliot is my mate and we have held hands and kissed but we never really did much beyond that. He always said he would wait for me and in our final days together I was ready. But it never happened.

I should be sad, or even heartbroken. I’ve waited for so long to do this with the one I love. I thought it would be perfect.

But things rarely turn out the way we hoped they would. The moments we think of as special, the ones we prepare for years sometimes never come. Or when they happen they are nothing like what we had imagined.

I have always known that. And yet… for some reason, I am not sad. It's like part of me wants Nathaniel to take me. To lift me and carry me to the bed. Or take me right here, on the floor.

I have lost my mind. There is something wrong with me for thinking this. I stay where I am, preparing for… what? Then I finally gather my strength and look up at him.

But what I discover written on his face is not desire. Was I really that naive to think he was capable of looking at me with desire? Me? When I look like this?

No…His expression betrays something else. It’s not anger either, although his eyes burn brighter than before. His fangs are showing and I almost take a step back.

Nathaniel doesn’t want me. No. It’s anything but that. He is looking at the bruises marrying my body.

I am suddenly aware of my chopped hair, of my body - my breasts, my tights, how I look to him? And my heart picks up its pace again. My voice is shaking when I open my mouth to say … what?

I am sorry I am repulsive. My eyes fill with tears because of the embarrassment.

I lift my hands to cover myself as if that would change anything as if that would make me feel less exposed.

Less humiliated.

Nathaniel doesn’t say anything. He just turns his back on me and leaves, slamming the door shut.

I burst into tears and pulled the nearest cloth - it was the bedcover and wrapped myself in it. Then I curled myself into a bowl and cried. I thought things would never get worse - because what’s worse than being bitten?

But I was wrong.

His rejection and the way he looked at me is way worse. It's a humiliation like no other.