My Mate is The Demon King

The Omega

The sound of the sirens blaring in the distance fills my ears as I step out of the castle. Just like I do every night, I head to the club where I frequent at. It was a bar made for both humans and non-humans. Humans can get drunk easily off of normal alcohol, whereas the supernatural need a stronger dose since our body just kind of absorbs that crap. As I step foot in the club, loud, blaring music filled my senses, and everyone showed their respects by exposing the back of their necks to me. Just as they should. I scoffed at them and headed straight to the bartender.

“The usual, your Highness?” he asked.

I nod at him and waved him off. Within seconds he came back with my usual drink, he offered me a smile and I returned it with a scowl. He returned to his job and I sat in silence as I drank. I scanned the room finding a lot of women dancing on the dance floor with their t**s almost coming out of their shirts. I smirked and winked at one of them who looked my way. She immediately blushed and shook her friend who was dancing beside her. Humans are painfully easy to get. I was not in the mood to be laying around tonight, which was a miracle considering I take one back to the castle to f**k. If she pleases me, she can go. If she doesn’t, I take her life. Easy as that.

A couple of drinks in and I could finally feel it kicking in. It was tiring to kill people every now and then, this was my time to relax. A young woman who was in her mid-20s approached the bar and asked for a couple of drinks. That was a lot of drinks for her. She was small yet you could see she had a nice build under that baggy shirt. She heavily reeked of werewolf as well. She glanced at me and looked away, and then she looked at me again this time with her eyes nearly popping off of their sockets. She immediately bowed.

“Your Highness…” she greeted.

“Here you go, Michaela. Serving drinks for your Alpha again?” the bartender asked.

Michaela.

“Yes, sir.” She stuttered.

She must be an Omega. The way she was nervous and fidgety around people gave it away. I scoffed at her stupidity, if she was a better wolf maybe then she could’ve been of higher ranking and not calling everyone sir.

“Another one.” I ordered.

“Yes, your Highness. Right away.” The bartender said as he made my drink.

I turned to look at Michaela who seemed to be sneaking glances at me. Does she honestly think that I wouldn't notice? I darkly chuckled at her stupidity. She slowly lifted her eyes at me and I have to admit, I was taken aback.

"Am I amusing to you, sire?" she quietly asked.

"Maybe." I muttered. "Are you an Omega?"

"Yes, your Highness." she slowly bowed.

"Figures. Go play fetch with your Alpha or something. You're killing the vibe with your stench." I spat.

"I'm still waiting for the drinks. The Alpha will punish me if I come back empty handed." she muttered as she averted her gaze and focused on the table in front of her.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the bartender as he laid her drink in front of me. Once he had finished making the Omega's drink, I turned to look at him as she walked away. I wonder what it would be like if she would scream my name and beg me to stop? I unconsciously smirked at the thought and quickly shook it off. How can I have such thoughts? I do not swing that way, nor will I ever. Besides, what good will come to me if I start f*****g that Omega? I watched her as she laid the drinks in front of her Alpha. The Alpha immediately raised a hand at her and smacked her hard causing the Omega to stumble back and hold her face. I clenched my jaw at the sight. I slowly stood up and made my way to their table.

"Why hit an Omega in public?" I spat.

"Who do you think you are questioning my actions- Oh. King Lucian. I didn't know it was you. My apologies, sire." he bowed lowly.

"I want this Omega for the night." I said.

"Surely, your Highness, you have better tastes than that. I can provide you with better servants than this scum, sire." he said.

"Are YOU questioning my decisions?" I growled.

"No, your Highness." he stuttered.

"Good. Now you come with me." I said jerking my head back to the bar.

The Omega scrambled to her feet and followed me back to the bar. I forced her to sit beside me and ordered more drinks. I looked at her and her eyes were swimming with questions.

"What?" I spat.

"Thank you, sire." she quietly said.

"Surely, that's not what you wanted to say." I smirked.

"I know better than to question you, sire." she bowed.

How many times must she bow to me tonight? I sighed heavily and focused my attention on my drinks. Soon, one drink came after the other. The Omega wanted to stay sober tonight, probably so she could drag her drunken Alpha back to their pack. Pitiful. I could slowly start feeling the effects of the alcohol. I grabbed the Omega's hand and dragged her to the dance floor.

"Dance with me." I said.

"I'm not a good dancer." she said shyly.

"I don't care. Dance." I ordered.

The Omega moved her body to the beat and I danced with her as I continued downing my drinks. Our sweaty bodies touched each other as we danced to the beat of the music. The bass pounding that I couldn't even tell which my heartbeat was.