Alpha King's Witch Princess

Chapter 5

Maddox's POV

I go through the files in the pack office while Monica walks into the room. I nod at her with a smile. She is a witch ally of Edgar, but she has also helped us werewolves a great deal during the war between werewolves and werewolf hunters.

"Thank you for letting me stay, Alpha King. I hope I can help Zelda in any way I can" she smiles as she bows a little.

"That's what I hope so too. She says she doesn't feel any magic flowing through her. And let us not forget what happened when we tried knowing her identity" I say and she nods with a stern face (Alpha's Imprinted, chapter - 75)

"I'll do anything I can in my capability" she says.

"Please do," I tell her with a smile and she walks away.

Also Zelda told me that Blair is going to live in this pack. Sure that would be a good thing but I don't know if my people are going to take it well. She is a witch and not just a witch but a representative of the entire race.

I should really come up with something for this. They really love Zelda but I should just find a way where they can understand that she is still the same Zelda but her identity is now known.

There is a knock on the door again and I groan. No one is letting me work in peace. But the scent of citrus makes it evident to me that it's Ophelia. I yell for her to come in and she walks in with her head hung low, watching the floor as she walks.

"Good evening, Alpha King" she says and these days, she developed this habit of addressing me like that. I don't have a problem anyway.

"Good evening. Is everything okay?" I ask her.

And she is here, under my protection only because of the respect I still have for her father Steve. He was a great man and it is unfortunate that he lost his life because of a stupid move by his own daughter. Zelda said it is going to take her an eternity to forgive Ophelia for what she did. But I know that deep down, she still loves Ophelia the same.

"Everything is ok, Alpha. But I want to leave this pack and go back to human land" she says and finally looks at me.

I just raise my eyebrow asking her to tell me what it is, in a more elaborate way.

"I cannot stay here forever. I am not a werewolf and I don't have a mate here either. I feel so out of place" she says and I nod.

"But you don't have your parents now, Ophelia. You only have your sister Zelda and she is here. You are under my protection and I don't know if I can protect you at all costs if you are far away" I shrug.

"I will just enroll myself for another academic year in the university. I can stay in the college dorm. There will be several others like me over there" she says and now I don't know what to say.

"Well then, I'll talk to your sister about this and then let you know" I say and she bows once again, walking out.

She's been spending a lot of time with Jordan these days. They both are getting so close and I don't mind. She could use a friend during times like these.

Sometimes, I feel like I am responsible for whatever happened too. If I made my point clear to Ophelia, that the one I loved was Zelda.. there would've been no confusion about it. Ophelia thought it was her and she fell in love with me. I couldn't help but I partially took the blame.

Moreover, for all the help her father gave me, it is really on me to ensure she gets the life she wants and deserves. I should talk to Zelda about it.

I get back to my paperwork and I read a report that there are few outrages in a few packs. The pack members are demanding a combat to choose their Alpha instead of the hierarchy tree.

They should understand that Alpha and Beta positions are often hierarchical because of the blood flowing through them. The Alpha blood matches with no other blood and the same goes with Beta blood. I just write them back giving them permission for combats. Once they see for themselves that Alphas are called that, for a reason. It should shut their mouths for now.

The scent of cinnamon makes me smile and drop the pen on the table. I look at the door and Zelda walks in at the same time.

"Hello love" I smile, extending my arm and she takes my hand. I pull her into my lap and she sits with a chuckle.

I place my lips on hers and she kisses me back instantly with the same intensity. I hold her face with both my hands. My thumbs on her cheeks and the remaining fingers in her hair. She bites my lip making me make a sound that I'm not sure what it is called.

My left hand then leaves her face and makes itself comfortable on her ass. I s***k her and she gasps with a moan. I shove my tongue into her mouth, while my hand s******g her again to hear her moan.

I hear someone clear their throat and we both stop our makeout session to see Blair just standing at the door, staring at the floor. Since she is fair skinned, the pink on her cheeks clearly shows that she is blushing.

Zelda awkwardly stands up and sits on the chair before me. She asks Blair to sit as well and I say the same too.

"Blair and your dad, both agreed for the painting. So do you have anyone who can do that?" Zelda asks me and I nod.

There are very few artists in the werewolf world. And the best one I have heard about is in another pack. The Black Haw pack in Russia.

"I'll call the artist and it might take her two days to arrive. She is also the Beta over there" I say and Zelda nods.

"Blair, you can go and chat with Monica. Your Princess is safe with me" I say and she thankfully gets the point. She doesn't bow to me but walks away staring at the floor. Of course she wouldn't bow. I am her rival and not her royal.

Just as Blair left the place, I mindlink the guards to lock the door from outside until my further notice and also told them to walk away and come back later.

Once I don't catch any other scents except cinnamon, I smirk at her and she is already standing up again.

"Office s*x, is my by far my favourite kind" I say, sweeping off all the paperwork I had on the table earlier.

Zelda is quick to jump on the table and pull me closer. And as far as I know, we are going to be busy for the next few hours probably until it's time for dinner.