The Alpha King's Breeder

He's Claiming Me!

Maddox

Sitting across the small table on the balcony near the dining room from Zabrina, I try to be polite, but it’s difficult. She will not stop talking, and I couldn’t care less about what she has to say.

“So then, I told Daddy that I really wanted the shoes in silver and gold. Because you never know what color will look best, you know?”

I nod. No, I don’t know. And I don’t care. I really, really don’t give a flying f*ck.

“So he bought them, even though they cost ten thousand dollars for each pair. But then… it’s just money.” She giggles and takes a drink of her champagne. “You know what I mean, of course?”

I smile. I do know what she means, but then, I also try not to waste money. I have an entire kingdom to think of, not just myself.

Picking up my knife, I slice through my steak, watching the pink juice spill all over my plate. For a moment, I contemplate what it would look like to run the knife across her jugular, watching a different kind of juice, a dark crimson juice, pour out.

I set the knife aside and remind myself I’m not on a battlefield. Sometimes, when you’ve seen everything I have, it’s difficult to remember….

My mind flickers to Rebecca, and I have to push the memory away. She certainly knew the secret darkness that haunted me since I returned from the war in the east….

“You should drink some more of your champagne,” Zabrina says, her eyes on my half-finished glass. “You know, it’s a special bottle I brought with me from our pack lands. You’ll love it.”

I smile at her and raise my glass to my lips. I usually like champagne, and she’s right to say that her pack is known for their wonderful champagnes and wines. But something about this particular glass tastes off. I can’t quite put my finger on it. When her lady-in-waiting brought it to me, I was anxious to taste it and finished my wine to have a sip, but now… I wish I hadn’t. It’s bitter, and I don’t know why….

But I don’t want to be rude, so I take another drink. Maybe I should just finish it off so I can have some more wine. But knowing Zabrina, she’ll insist on a refill.

I set my glass down, nearly empty, and Zabrina’s eyes twinkle. “Do you like it?”

“Sure,” I tell her, and she looks pleased.

Eventually, the staff brings out dessert, and I am overjoyed to know that this is the last course. As soon as it is finished, I will dismiss myself and get out of here. I’ve done my duty as a host.

“So…” Zabrina says, “I was thinking, after dinner, we could go for a stroll in the garden.”

“The garden?” I repeat. “Tonight?”

“Yes, I was there earlier today, and it’s so beautiful. I’d love to have you join me for a moonlit stroll.”

In my mind’s eye, I see Isla’s face. If she was the one asking, I’d be tempted to take her up on the offer. I imagine her smiling face as she looks up at me, the silvery moon playing off her golden curls. I feel a twitch in my pants just imagining it.

“Not tonight,” I tell Zabrina. Suddenly, all I can think about is Isla. Did she have a good day? Is she beginning to relax now that she’s been here a night and day? Or is she still terrified? I could tell when I met her the day before she was frightened. She shouldn’t be. I will take very good care of her….

“You really should finish your champagne,” Zabrina says, slicing into her pie.

Reluctantly, I lift the glass and finish off the drink. Setting it down, I am tempted to sarcastically ask her if she’s satisfied. I don’t, though. I only smile at her.

She smiles back, and I swear I see something wicked in her grin.

I take another bite of my chocolate cake, but I hardly taste it. My mind is still on Isla. I imagine she is lying in her bed now, naked, touching herself… running her hands along those curves, up the side of her breasts, along her round bottom, to her wet, aching core. She plunges three fingers in and cries out, whispering my name.

Under the table, my d**k springs to life. I feel like a man about to peel his skin off.

“Are you all right?” Zabrina asks, still smiling at me.

“Actually, no,” I tell her, setting my napkin on the table. “I’m not feeling well. I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me.”

Her face falls. “What? But… our stroll….”

“Not tonight,” I tell her. “I’m sorry, Zabrina, I truly am, but I must go.”

“But—”

I don’t wait to listen to her protest anymore. I have never felt this way before in my entire life. Though I’ve certainly been turned on before, the urgency I feel inside of me is all-encompassing. I fly up from the table and shoot out the door and down the hall as fast as my three legs can carry me.

As I speed down the hall toward Isla’s room, I am reminded that occasionally Rebecca would get me in such a frenzy, I’d have trouble controlling myself in public. She was so beautiful, such a graceful dancer, and her intoxicating floral perfume would drive me mad. I’d want to take her into a hallway bathroom and ravage her on the sink during a dinner party. I never did.

Even in all of those times with my wife that I had trouble controlling myself, never once did I feel the earnestness I feel right now. My c**k is so hard, I feel like my suit pants are about to be torn to shreds much like they are when we don’t strip before we shift.

I am almost to her door now, and I can’t contain myself. I know that I’m liable to scare her, and with my heart pounding in my chest and my d**k ready to spring out of my pants, I’ll likely hurt her if I can’t find a way to control myself, but in my mind, she’s lying in there, spread wide open, waiting for me, her hand stroking her pulsing p***y.

No, I need her. I need her now.

I won’t be able to control myself.

The door is no barrier to me, even if it’s locked, and I don’t even bother to knock.

***

Isla

Lying on the bed for the second night in a row, I look up at the ceiling and try to wrap my mind around where I am, why I’m here, and how I’m going to manage this new assignment I’ve been given.

It’s not easy. I’ve never been with a man before, and I’m terrified of what it will be like to spend my first night with the king.

I would like to think that all of those rumors about him being cruel have more to do with the battlefield than the bedroom, but I have no way of knowing.

Poppy mentioned earlier that there’s an herbal medicine I can take to help me get over the struggle of following my instincts and giving in to the king in the bedroom. She told me that it will help me with my inhibitions.

She also said it tastes bitter so it’s best to swallow it in a capsule, which I am also leery of. I often choke on pills. So she suggested we dissolve in a drink. She said it would still be bitter, but not too bad.

I will think on it. I would hate to have my first experience tainted by any sort of drug, even if it’s herbal.

She called it red wolf’s blood, but she said it comes from a plant, and it’s just called that because of the plant it comes from, some form of ginger.

I don’t know much about plants; I’ll have to take her word for it.

Still staring up at the ceiling, my mind goes back to the woman I met in the garden, the one that said she will be the next Luna.

Who is she? Why is she here? And why in the world can’t she be the one to have the king’s baby, then, if she’s truly set to marry him?

Poppy said she’s just blowing hot air, that the king isn’t engaged to marry anyone, and she must just be wishfully thinking aloud.

I’m not so sure.

The woman was beautiful, likely an Alpha’s daughter.

I am no one. Why would anyone want me to carry their child?

If the king decides he doesn’t want me after all, I won’t be surprised. He may come in to bed me, take one look at my thin little body, and turn around and leave the room.

Thinking about King Maddox coming into my room to bed me has my mind going to all different sorts of places, though. Once again, I find my heart racing as my hands slide over my body. I want to imagine that he is touching me. Inhaling deeply, I think I smell his cologne.

Then… I realize I do smell his cologne.

That is just before my bedroom door opens.

I sit up, my eyes piercing through the darkness of my room. A sliver of moonlight leaks in through the curtains, and I can see him.

King Maddox is in my room. He’s wearing a pair of suit pants and dropping his tie on the floor as he unbuttons his white shirt, his shoes and socks left somewhere along the way.

His eyes are practically glowing in the near darkness as he stares at me, and I can tell by the way his nostrils are flaring and the bulge in his pants exactly what he wants.

My dreams of a moment ago are about to become a reality.

But he seems too aroused, I am afraid.

What if he hurts me?

“Your Majesty?” I ask quietly, but he doesn’t respond, not verbally. He rips his shirt off and tosses it on the floor, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest muscles, which ripple in the moonlight as he climbs onto the bed.

Inhaling deeply, I hold my breath, the scent of his woodsy cologne coating my lungs, my eyes focused on his face. The look in his eyes makes me think he’s not thinking clearly. His pupils are wide, and his eyes are moving slightly, shifting back and forth.

He pulls the blankets down off of my body, revealing the thin light pink nightgown I am wearing. That and a pair of silk panties is all I have on, and I feel my n*****s harden as the cold air of the room hits them.

Or maybe it’s because of the way he is looking at me….

His mouth crashes down on mine, drawing all of the air out of my lungs, and as he lifts a hand to my breast, I don’t know if I should rip myself away, scream, and try to run, or if I should simply lay back and enjoy it.

After all, I do belong to him, don’t I? And his hand feels so good as his thumb rubs against my erect n****e through my nightgown.

But… I’m also terrified. I don’t know what to do—I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

He tastes of wine and something else… something bitter… and as he releases my mouth, his eyes shine down on me, and I know it doesn’t matter whether I’m ready or not.

He’s claiming me.