The Alpha King's Third Wife

Chapter Six- They get more savage with the night

Chapter Six- They get more savage with the night- They are animals and we are just humans

And nature did not build humans to mate with beasts.

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"No, I will show her to her room, you may leave." Amylase dismissed Blyvy with a spuriously polite smile that flattened and switched to a sneer as soon as the tall woman turned her back to her. "I swear Blyvy is just-" she cussed under her breath glared at the direction the woman took.

Blyvy. Becca noted. So Blyvy is her name. A suitable name for a witch of her calibre.

After eating, Nase was the first to take her leave to tend to some responsibilities which nature she didn't specify even though Amylase asked.

It had gotten dark so quickly. The encroaching nightfall that had keenly tormented her was soon to rear its hideous head and tow in even more hideous consequences. Nase's words kept iterating in her mind over and over again, especially these lines: "you might be meeting him tomorrow or maybe even tonight-"

Maybe- Even- Tonight.

She was dying tonight.

She never thought she would die young, her grandmother lived to be a hundred and nine years old and was not brittle bones and frail flesh when she died, in fact most did use to say she couldn't possibly be a day over sixty. Her parents had great genes as well, by far, no one had ever correctly guessed their age. With her good genes and lack of illness in her ancestry, she had grown convinced she would outlive her grandmother. She had so many ambitions and thought time supported her, was on her side, but then fate decided to get brutal and squash all her plans and sentenced her to a form of death she did not deserve.

There was no way her parents knew about this. No, she wasn't special, just unfortunate and cursed with beauty even creatures of the night found to be alluring and riveting.

She just had to be born to find herself liable for such condemnation. Life was cruel that way.

A slender arm hooking into hers snapped Becca out of her reverie and she exchanged Amylase a wry smile. "Come on, let's go." She gestured to the open door rhapsodically and led them down the hall. Becca beheld a different scenery as they ascended a long flight of stairs and made it to a different floor. Amylase hummed a gentle, strumming tune that kept Becca attentive.

Becca kept giving her brief side glances as they walked, her incredulity was overwhelming. Amylase had been confined to these maddening walls for seven f*****g years, yet she still had such a blithe spirit to her and never allowed her determination to not let her circumstances bludgeon her mind and deflate and drain her spirit to slip away from her. She honestly could not guess what kept her going, what gave her motivation to still smile even when she doesn't have to.

"You really remind me of her, you know. She had brownish- red hair just like you." Amylase articulated with a tinge of sadness glazed over her soft eyes. The glimmer in them was almost gone and Becca felt compelled to bring it back.

"Nase shares a name with my mother and you think I look like your sister, fate brought us together and will keep us together." Becca declared, though it might have been discernible in her tone and body language that she really did not have faith in the last part.

"You are so right," Amylase smiled sadly and they reached the bottom of another flight of stairs to climb, "I only have this picture of her, it is all I have left." She retrieved an old, yet clear passport sized photo from the gown pocket Becca had not noticed before and she handed it to her.

Becca only had the picture secured between her fingertips for three seconds and the resemblance struck her. The impact was worse than Aconi's b***h slap. Sucrase reminded her of her own younger sister, the resemblance was too uncanny to be within the realms of reality. Fate really worked in strange ways, somehow it had placed her here before she was even here.

"Oh I can definitely see what you are talking about. She looks like my younger sister so much, it's weird, you could swear we are sisters." Becca tittered pensively and returned the photo to her. As they took another turn, she found herself daunted by the size of the residence and far away her room was.

"Here we are." Amylase apprised just as they faced a hefty looking, dark double door made from material she could not name but it had an apparent quality of impenetrability and resilience.

"At least it is not some cell in a dark dungeon." Becca thought to herself. At least her door was not some tenuous sheet of paper that anyone and anything can just barge into as they please. Amalyse tapped on the door and it opened. The room that came to view was much unexpected, nothing close to what Becca had imagined it to be.

The room was the standard size for a queen's satisfaction and it sheltered the most strangely magnificent pieces of furniture, art, sculptures and the largest bed she had ever seen dressed elegantly in covers in a harmonic colour scheme that complimented the rest of the room. The only questionable element was the inaccessibility of its large wall- sized windows. The entire glass was fortified with steel bars so closely lined that even a toddler's hand would not be able to slip in between them. They reminded her of prison windows, so someone or some-ones must have already tried to jump out of the window to escape their gut-wrenching fate.

Well, so much for that resort...

"It is not as horrible as I thought it would be, I thought it would be the size of a convenient store toilet stall." Becca remarked musingly as she tried to figure out what the catch was. There had to be a catch, the room was too extravagant to be reserved for someone of her status. She was just a "pathetic human", these creatures did not care for her comfort.

"Huh!" Amylase scoffed and launched herself on the bed, her usual blaisè shining through, Becca could not even touch anything without being harried by chariness. "It is only of royal standard because it is his bedroom as well, mine and Nase's are similar…. Otherwise you would be sleeping on a smelly bed of hide and fur in a small, dark, musty cell."

There it was. Of course the mighty king needed a bed that won't collapse during his nocturnal s****l indulgences.

"I honestly don't know how I'm going to do it!" Becca sighed deeply and climbed onto the bed, drawing her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "My stomach is in knots just thinking about it."

She rested her head on her knees, endeavoring not to succumb to the apprehension whirling violently in her stomach. She felt sick and she was not one to get bouts of anxiety even under the most taxing of circumstances, but her fortitude had diminished. She was already enervated, yet her nightmare had only just began, and was yet to reach the c****x.

"Thinking about what?" Amylase run her fingers down the length of her arm in meandering strokes. Being a "newcomer" was not easy, she only wished she could convince her that it gets better with time.

Becca hemmed and hawed, failing to align her words correctly. She really didn't want to know, but she needed to know what she was up against. "So… you know how in movies sometimes werewolves mate in their…." She exhaled deeply, taking a moment to calm herself down. "So does he want to have s*x in his human form or his wolf form? I need to know because I am not going to have s*x with a f*****g animal." He would have to eat her, she was not going to participate in something so appallingly unnatural.

Amylase went quiet, her silence prompting her to raise her head from her knees and take a read at her. She stared at her pensively, like she was unsure of how to answer her, which chilled Becca to the bone.

"I have only seen him in human form, he has never shifted in front of me, but that's only because I have always been obedient and tried to stay on his good side always, so I don't know… Aconi has proudly claimed that she has once seen him f**k a girl to death in his beast form, so if he wants to be savage he can shift and f**k…"

Amylase suddenly smacked her lips together and shook her head in objection. "No, that is not going to happen to you, Becca! You are already here, he must like you. The other girls don't have it as good, I'm sure they are cold, starving and huddled up in a corner somewhere in the underground chambers, but you have this room. I think he sees potential in you, maybe he thinks you can be his third 'wife'- you have to use that to your advantage. He is not as terrible if you are obedient, so please obey his instructions, bend over backwards for him, treat him like a god, kiss his feet if you have to, just make sure that you don't set him off.. please Becca! Oh! And don't look him in the eyes because that really pisses him off for whatever reason. When he comes in, recite him some words of praise to soften him up a bit, do not challenge his masculinity and do not call him by his first name, that would be an enormous, unforgivable insult, he might be coming tonight so do not take-"

An alarming wham! Resultant of what sounded like a furious combustion in a tight space, blared out of nowhere and frightened them so terribly, they both squalled in shock and sprang from the bed. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Becca's eyes made a jarring landing on a sinister looking Strych leaning into the doorframe, arms folded. He was just standing there, watching them like a creep and his minacious presence drained the air from the room. Becca felt her chest tightening as the feral brute bored his dark eyes into her like he had the most abominable, sordid thoughts crossing his mind.

Strych diverted his menacing stare to Amylase and beckoned her with his hand. "Luna Amylase, come with me."

Amylase gave Becca a disquieting stare, her azure blue eyes glazed over with dread before she left with Strych.

Becca was left with worry gnawing on her. She feared for Amylase, but she feared for herself even more. Her eyes kept being drawn to the open door, until she decided to close it. Languidly, she plopped down to the floor and hugged her legs. She had never been so on edge, every second she spent breathing, anticipating the wolf king's arrival was torture. At first she was acquiver and consumed by her trepidations, then as minutes ticked by and the night edged in, she became jaded and that did away with her agonizing fears. She had been dealt with more than enough mental anguish, she just wanted to get this done and over with already. She must have been sitting on the floor for hours, she was extraordinarily exhausted and had reached a level of fatigue mighty enough to dishevel her thoughts. She wanted to bolt out of the room and search for the infamous king Atrax, but she had not lost her sanity entirely. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and yell for him show himself already, but she resisted the urge to. Her eyes became heavier and teary and her yawns more frequent. She was so tired, but she couldn't let herself fall asleep, she would be too vulnerable in a state of repose. She had to remain alert and prepared, prepared for death-

"Ahhhh!" Becca croaked harshly as a rough, forceful pull of her arm rudely roused her from sleep.

Shit! She had fallen asleep! How did this happen?! Her eyes snapped up and she locked eyes with her worst nightmare. Strych was looking down at her, his stern features unforgiving and worsened by his stringent expression. Becca instinctively receded and backed herself into the base of the bed, before she struggled to get on her feet. Even at her full length, the "Horror Beta" still towered over her by at least a foot and a half and his much larger frame and sinewy physique made him even more intimidating. He could overpower her without wasting a breath, he looked to already be imagining it.

What was he doing here?

That question was answered when he lifted his arm and brought the horrifying item in his grip to her attention. Her eyes widened in horror as he pointed the injection at her. She was not exactly scared of needles, but this one in particular made her stomach clench and her heart thump wildly. It was frightening and usual in design: A very long, black needle connected to a gold and black metal syringe that looked more like the hilt of a dagger than a syringe. She could not see what it contained but she knew that whatever it was, was going to have a deleterious effect on her body. Strych smirked maliciously, quite pleased with the look of terror etched on her face, and with unnatural swiftness, his calloused hand caught her neck and she expelled a strident scream.