The Alpha King's Third Wife

Chapter Three: In Need Of Answers- Someone Tell me Why

Chapter Three- In Need Of Answers, Someone Tell Me Why

Becca's wrists ached and throbbed from the rope burn that was sending sharp pain up her entire arm, urging her to scratch the area to give it a bit of relief, but she remained still and alert, fearing any move she made would be perceived as wrong.

Strych was moving fast in front of her, with the two beasts trailing behind her as she tried hard to keep her pace hurried to avoid giving the wolves a need to push her.

Her eyes were quickly scanning her surroundings as they walked fast through the large palace. The vintage interior design that gave life to the entire house was nothing like she was used to. Most of the chandeliers were already shimmery on their own and had to cost a fortune.

With the girls being left behind and Strych only speaking to get to make threats, she did not even know where that was headed, they kept her afraid and unaware.

All she could do was place all concentration on the house and its beauty while being sure to keep up with Strych's hurried steps.

Building a masterpiece of its kind could have been only possible with the most assiduous kind of workers. It was nothing like she had seen. The high roofing that depicted the artistic taste of the designer did not go missed. As much as she hated to admit, the house was a stunner, if she was to ignore the horrendous room she had just emerged from. It was becoming more evident that it was designed specifically to torture. Beauty was not a necessity when the main goal was to enforce misery.

Before Becca could even grasp the beauty of the empty portion of the house, an abrupt turn to the left led her to a long flight of stairs that she had to descend before she reached a large wooden door that was wide enough to accommodate two overweight people going through it at once. The intricate details carved on it cemented the idea that there was a lot of effort that went into getting the house to perfection even more.

Definitely, if this was a prank hosted by her best friend or whoever she had rubbed the wrong way at the party, they would not afford to rent out such a place or pay top notch actors and costume designers to make the experience so real. The reality of things was dawning on her and she did not like it.

Strych dragged the heavy looking door with ease and beckoned for her to follow him inside with his hand.

"Is this where they kill me?" She was desperately asking herself, but with the scowl of the large built man in front of her, even pondering whether or not she had to enter the room was not accounted for in time.

With her inner voice warning her and anxiety almost suffocating, she walked slowly through the large frame left open and her eyes caught sight of a feminine looking figure that was only a silhouette in the dim light. Relief washed over quickly when she noticed the lack of murder weapons in the room.

"So this is her? I will take it from here, gentlemen!" Her voice broke out and Strych took his men, leaving Becca in the room with her.

Aconi could already pick up on her uncomfortable eyes that were squinted to try and look around the room.

She quickly shook her head at the pathetic behavior, holding back an exaggerated, angry growl before flicking the light switch to turn the lights on.

She had almost forgotten about the weaknesses of humans like Becca, their lack of any physical strength and versatility kept her viewing them as below her and her species.

Which is why she dreaded this time of the year each time it neared.Aconi could not believe this was happening again, yet again she was having to deal with another mortal. No matter how frequently it happened, she just could not wrap her head around the necessity behind King Atrax's behavior or even get used to the fact that every single year she had this duty.

Nothing repulsed her more than humans, all the disgusting bugs and creatures that walked their earth could be excused.

She only had one hope in her mind- that whichever floozy the king had chosen this time around would not last, like the majority already failed to.

After Nase, the first bride was brought in, she could not have been more appalled. After years of serving the king, being by his side and satiating his s****l needs when he needed, she was adamant she would be the first in line when he finally chose a bride.

Much to her shock, a mere mortal beat her to her goal and not only took the throne she had always envisaged herself occupying, but also set her up for a low rank status in the palace.

Aconi's eyes moved slowly up Becca's body, carefully assessing her outfit. Her facial expression was much more different than those the two lasting brides possessed when they first met her. As opposed to looking confused and in fear, Becca was seemingly challenging her with her nonchalance.

"Little girl!" Aconi's voice came out a little too harsh, startling Becca till her focus was no longer on the room's weird items but on the face of the woman in front of her.

"Did your mother not teach you to look people in the eyes when they speak to you?" She added, and Becca was taken aback. Her eyebrows furrowed as she assessed her demeanor. Her soft features and slim body failed to match her surly mannerism. Becca was not very fond of her immediate rudeness despite not knowing her. Worse still, she was already using lies as an excuse to try and bully her because as far as she was concerned, Aconi's mouth never opened to speak to her even once.

"No. Actually, she taught me how rude it actually is...exactly like you are!"

Becca shot back and Aconi was not sure if her ears wished to deceive her or a mortal was being smart with her.

Holding back her temper, Aconi brushed off the remark and smiled to herself. How she was already behaving meant she would not last a day in the palace, she would remain obligated to only the two brides that she already disliked.

"You can call me Aconi. I will be your lady in waiting. Do not forget or abuse that!" She explained and Becca nodded whilst in deep thought.

Giving her a proper reply felt like a chore seeing as she already reminded her a bit too much of her teachers. Those teachers were always on her nerves with their strict rules.

Becca finally gave herself time to assess the woman in front of her and apart from her obvious height and slim figure that barely showed through her clothes, Aconi's facial features looked foreign to her. Her light hazel eyes almost easing blended with her whites and her cheekbones that were anything but hidden coupled with her well defined jawline made her look all the more from a strange land.

Her eyes went down to her outfit and she had to stop herself from gagging when she caught sight of the brown pencil skirt that appeared to be made from a material that looked like the hide of a wild animal without its fur this time around.

Becca's folded arms and demeanor bothered Aconi beyond what she thought was possible. Why was she not intimidated? Was she not aware of the danger she would be in once she failed to impress king Atrax?

She even considered the idea that the girl in front of her could be in disguise and not an actual mortal but she had huge faith in her senses. The repulsing scent of a mortal could be mistaken by anyone but her. She had Nase and Amylase to deal with and serve each day.

"Change your posture and be more humble when you are in front of me!" Aconi yelled and something inside Becca snapped.

Images of herself during the party flashed in her mind and the worry on her parents' face chewed on her guilt. Did they even know that she was abducted? Were they organising a search party in this moment? What did her demented, aggressive, frightening abductors even want? What were they expecting from her? Why her of all people? The injustice of her fate inflicted her with the worst case of mental anguish. Nothing made sense, why was she here facing this woman, what was the point? She should have been at home, wrapped in the comfort of her sheets, pampering herself to deal with a hangover. Her mother would have probably treated her with a session at the spa, there was a lot she could have been doing; but instead she was here, wherever the Hell she was, enduring such rebarbative characters she had not seen a day in her life until now. The biggest question was why and that question no one was willing to answer. The need for answers was agonizing, it galled her beyond reason and she quickly found herself overwhelmed with vexation. For the sake of her sanity, she needed to to let out the simmering, pent up frustration and Aconi was the only available victim for her to lash out on.

"Oh I will do that alright. After you tell me where the f**k i am and when you are taking me home, I will gladly change my posture for you!" She retorted, a sneer to accentuate her grouchy, snide attitude dressing her face.

Of all the affronts that have been thrown at her, this was one of the worst and she was not going to receive the audacious disrespect with a mild temper. In that instance, Aconi's already frail patience ran out and her tolerance dissipated. There were not many slang words that were used on Earth that she understood because even inuring herself to the ridiculous culture of the most useless creatures to ever be blessed with existence, was something her pride and intelligence would never allow her to do. Yes, she only knew little about the inferior creatures, but "f**k" was an obscenity she had heard way too many times in bitter, retaliative spirit and in her own understanding, the flare of sadornic temper in her voice as she uttered the word could only mean the young girl was being very disrespectful towards her and nothing else.

With her authority challenged, Aconi failed to stop herself and acted on her rage. She stormed over to Becca before striking a hot palm across her face and the impact of the blow swiped her face to the side and she stumbled back, losing balance and meeting the ground gracelessly with her stupid behind. Typical of humans, her instincts and reflexes were so blunt, averting a swift strike of danger was almost impossible for them.

Everything happened so quickly, only the stinging sensation rippling through her cheek reminded her of the transient moment. Bringing her cold fingers to her throbbing cheek, Becca's mouth was wide open as she stared at the angry woman with much disbelief. No one, absolutely no one had ever dared to slap her, there was no action more disparaging. If threats and physical injury are the order of the day in this captivity, she was definitely not going to survive. Aconi dusted her hands off above her body, seemingly clearing dirt off her hands and onto her body. It was obvious she was proud of herself for laying hands on her.

"I am in control over here young girl! Use foul language with me again, I dare you!" She threatened and Becca remained on the floor, her hand still on her cheek as she allowed the pain to complete its course through her skin and she wondered who the hell the woman thought she was.

"If nobody has informed you yet, you, my dear, are the one the king has chosen for himself and you must prepare yourself for his arrival soon." Aconi's aim was to taunt her, to torment her mind with the endless possible consequences surrounding the impending meeting with 'the king', the wicked glint in her eyes and the despicable nature of her smirk told her that at least. And the contemptible woman succeeded. Becca would not be surprised if she turned out to be a witch that has grown her powers by making stews out of children.

If the king was anything like that beastly, sinister looking brute who brought her here, then she did not want to find herself within two feet of him. But nobody cared what she wanted or did not want here. Her impending doom was so mighty, it weighed down on her, grounding her to the cold floor even as the coldness began nipping at her skin. A hefty load of disquieting questions flooded her mind and the two that rose above them all was: What did the witch mean she is the one the king has chosen? What had he chosen H- E - R for that other girls cannot fulfill? Whatever it was, her gut feeling told her it was something that was going to scar her, something she had to strive to keep herself from finding out.