Alpha's Healer

10

Alpha King Dimitrio.

“Your maj—”

“Your majesty.”

The blonde-haired wolf utters as she bounces on my c**k. She is the daughter of the minister of advocates. I was introduced to her a while back during my crowning ceremony where I was announced to be the monarch of Gethmorn and its adjoining lands. While I was getting to know the members of the court, her father brought her to me. She was dressed like someone whose agenda of coming to the castle was to seduce me. For a council meeting, there is no reason why outpouring bosoms should be in the face of the king.

I could tell from the manner in which her father introduced her that he was advertising his daughter to the new monarch as a tribute of loyalty. There are several reasons these ministers bring their daughters to the king. To attract, spy and hold connections. And for their daughters, well, if they are able to charm a king to the point where he is obsessed—they will become queen.

With each bounce, I try to focus on releasing. She seems to be the only one enjoying this. She uses both of her hands to hold her breast, rubbing against my pelvis and arching her back. My mind keeps drifting to the wolfen, and how she held the face of Mureok. Yes, it was my command to check him and report if he showed any signs of sickness. Yet, I cannot help but think about the way her hands held his face. She stared at him directly in a way I wish she would do to me.

I want that. I want that.

“Your—your majesty, are you displeased?” Sofia asks, and I am reminded that she is still on top of me.

“Continue.” I utter and she smiles, placing her hands on my chest and resuming her move. I stare at her, trying to envisage the face of someone else, trying to imagine someone else on top of me. I grab her Sofia hips, propelling her to move faster and she screams in pleasure. At this rate, my imagination is not working as I continue to look at her in the eyes. So, I close my eyes, I don’t want to see Sofia…I will work with my imagination alone. After picturing the wolfen, I find my release but I push Sofia off before I can leak my seed into her.

Exhaling, I rise from the bed, walking off into the privy chamber to wash myself. After washing up, I change into my clothes and Sofia is waiting for me in the outer room. I had Elizabeth prepare a room that wasn’t my personal chambers for this intimate meeting. I am not a believer of bonds or marriages. However, I uphold the opinion that the only person who has the right to be in my personal chambers is the future queen of Gethmorn. It does not matter whether I love the future queen of Gethmorn or not, it is her right to be the only woman who shared the royal matrimonial chambers with me.

“Why didn’t you...” Sofia is about to ask but I intercept, ready to answer her question because I know what it is.

“Leave my seed in you? I don’t need bastards.” I say, referring to the consequences that leaving my seed will bring about. I am a bastard myself. So, no.

“When can I see you again, your majesty?” She asks, her bright eyes leaving the latter conversation behind.

“I will call for you if I need you. You don’t have to go home immediately, take a look around the castle. Elizabeth has prepared a gift for you, and the royal carriage will take you home.” I say.

“Your majesty…you are most gracious.” Sofia says, falling on her knees and bowing. I walk out of the room after. Despite having relations with her, desire is still in me as if nothing ever happened. I am angry, annoyed and intimately frustrated. First, I have to deal with Mureok and his supporters in my f*****g court. Secondly, I am mesmerized by a wolfen, me—a damn Gevaudan. In the end, I cannot even find release. With so much to think and a lot to worry about, I decide that going horse riding would be the best thing to do before my next meeting in the council room.

“Your majesty.” Elizabeth says to me, running after me like I owe her something. My brows furrow ready to tell her to stand back and leave me to myself.

“Sire, please give me the authority to punish the wolfen.” She says and I look back at her.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“She got into a fight with the head of kitchen. She poured hot, steaming water on Angelo’s body like a conniving witch. The servants saw it happen; the chefs are all witnesses too. That wolfen is unruly!”

I look at Elizabeth, completely stunned. This is not what I expected to hear from anyone and definitely not the wolfen.

“Where is she currently?” I ask.

“I have locked her up to wait for her judgment and punishment.” Elizabeth says.

“And what punishment do you reckon?” I ask.

“If you gave me the right to punish her, I would suggest that she would be whipped in front of the rest of the servants to show the rest the consequences of bad behavior.” Elizabeth seethes.

“Bring in Angelo, the wolfen, and witnesses…I want to hear what happened.” I say.

“Your majesty, you shouldn’t concern yourself with these matters. You have a busy schedule to attend. The council meeting will start in an hour. Afterward, you have to attend another meeting with the tax ministers.” She says and I inhale.

“For the moon goddess’s sake, can I ever get a break!?” I hiss.

“I apologize.” Elizabeth bows.

“Don’t do anything. I will take a look at the situation when I am cleared of all my meetings.” I say, before she can add another fact to the matter. The heavy doors swing open, and light from the courtyard spills out into the hallway. I descend upon the marble steps, each footfall echoes against the stone walls. The crisp morning air greets me where Shadowfang, my loyal steed, awaits me. As soon as he sees me, he neighs loudly.

As I approach, Shadowfang nuzzles me, seeking reassurance and connection. With a touch, I reciprocate, running my hand along the velvety muzzle and stroking its neck. In response, he leans onto me and I think about what I have just heard. Why is the wolfen trying to force my hand? Is it because I have been lenient on her? Well, that leniency ends today because her offense is great. Hot water on the head of kitchen, an important staff in the castle? When I’m done listening to the witnesses, I will not be underestimated.

I hoist myself and settled into the saddle. With a gentle nudge of my boots on Shadowfang, I urge him forward. The situation rests in my mind and I don’t know why. Lashing is the most common punishment given to servants and offenders of minor circumstances. The greater the offense, the mightier the lashes and for the wolfen’s crime, we are talking about a hundred.

She is just a healer. Why does it matter to me the degree of her punishment?