MY BETA AND THE UNTAMED ALPHA PRINCE

#5

ANGELA

When Saturday morning arrived, I had to wake up an extra early so that I can rush to Logan’s place. I am very nervous about this day, especially since I will be serving the Royal Table. The King has been giving me weird vibes, not sure if that is the right word for it, but that is how I feel. He is intimidating, and I already cannot wait for this day to end. I am yet to meet the newly wedded Prince and the Princess, which is the only thing I am looking forward to today.

Wow, it feels so surreal and hard to fathom, but I am excited, just nervous about the media that is going to be there, and of course our community too. Not like I have a problem with all of that, but my biggest problem now is my family. I am so scared that they are going to find out that I have been going to the Royal Palace behind their backs. And unlike the guards who swap shifts and get a chance to go home and rest, it is a different circumstance for maids because they have to stay in the palace, and only go home on certain given days of leave. I had to convince the Queen that I am reliable even though living at the palace is out of the question.

I stepped out of my bedroom with empty hands, and I walked down the corridor, to the dining room.

“Good morning,” I greeted, audible enough for everyone to hear.

“Morning,” But only my grandmother responds.

“Where are you going so early in the morning?” Getty asks, annoyingly.

“I am going to babysit for Logan: his siblings are left alone, and they need help with homework,” I lie under my breath.

“Oh, since when? Are they not old enough to be baby seated, or to do their homework on their own?”

“It is only for today, Getty,” She rolls her eyes at me.

“And what about the other days? Who is babysitting them?” I sigh and shake my head.

“Ma, may you please bless my way?” I ignore Getty and turn to my grandmother.

“Go well, my child,” Grams says, making my mother cluck her tongue.

***

LOGAN MOON

I had been expecting Angela to come to my place, o that we can leave together to the palace. I do know how messy it could get if her family, especially if Getty knew that Angela had been setting her foot at the palace without her concern. Angela is now here to wear her traditional attire, but for us guards, it is just a normal day, doing what we do every day in our black tuxedos and white shirts.

“Hey, I am glad you made it. Come in; would you like something to drink while I finish up in here and then we can go to my room?” I ask, walking her into the house.

“Hey, baby. I will help myself out, it’s fine. Where are the twins?” I watch her fill the kettle with water before switching it on.

“They are still sleeping. Let me go and feed my father so long,” She nods. I walk away going to my father’s bedroom with a dish of porridge in my hands.

“That was Angela, baba. She has arrived,” I sit on the bed, next to him. Although he can’t do much for himself, at least he can talk and eat. I really hope to find him the best herbs to heal him one day.

I do not really know what happened to my father, but I remember him coming back home with blood all over him like he was attacked by an animal.

Breaths.

The truth is, we are shapeshifters. We belong in the wolf pack called the Moon Valley Pack, but the challenge is, Angela does not know that. She does not even know who she is, but I want to tell her all of that when she turns twenty-one. I love Angela so much, but I am so scared that it might scare her if I tell her the truth. I knew since I was sixteen when I started having dreams about her that she is my mate, but I did not know her then. It was so stressful, because the reams were constant and I did not know where to look for her at first until I was twenty-one when I had a version of where I would meet her, and that was a year ago at the river. I am not an alpha, neither is she but we are Betas, and unlike alpha males who do not have to wait longer than eighteen years to mate with their Lunas, we have to wait until our mates turn twenty-one before we mark them as our own.

“She is a lovely girl. Take care of her,” Although my father can talk, you have to carefully observe to put what he is saying together.

I smile in pride.

“I will, baba,” I feed him a spoonful of porridge.

After feeding him, I went out of the room and found Angela done even washing the dishes of last night and today.

“You didn’t have to, you know?”

She glared and smiled at me.

“I wanted to; you know I don’t mind,” I throw the dish in the empty washbasin and give her a peck on her cheek. “Let me go and fill the bucket with water outside. I will be right back” She takes the bucket on the table, but I hold her hand, stopping her.

“You have done enough for now. The twins will do that later when they wake up; save your energy to the palace,”

I excuse myself for a minute, heading back to my father’s room and help him off the bed, onto the wheelchair before wheeling him to the dining room. I switch the TV on for him and cover his knees and legs with a mini blanket.

“Good morning, baba. How are you doing today?” Angela walks in, sounding bubbly.

“I am well, my child,” My father says.

“That’s good to know, baba. Is there anything that we can do for you before we leave?” I don’t understand why Angela is excited to see my father, but if that makes both their days, who am I to stop that.

“Just…” My father closes his eyes for a moment before he takes a deep long breath. He looks and sounds a little worried.

“No-thing. Go and enjoy yourselves,” He ended his sentence.

“We will. Do not let the twins play over your head, okay. See you later,” Angela left for Logan’s room.

Logan could not help but why his father is suddenly tensed up. So he asked.

“What is going on, baba?” He sternly asked. “Did you sense something on her?” My father is what we call a Myth who sees the future.

“It is nothing, I said, Logan. Now, go,”

When I got to my bedroom, Angela was half-naked as she was putting on her traditional attire. I pushed her and pin Angela against the bed with my body and kissed her lips, passionately. I have been meaning to do this since she arrived.

She puts her hands on my chest but I hold them in a pinion position.

“What do you think you are doing, madam?”

“We are going to be late,” She says between the kisses.

“We are not; there is still a lot of time,” There is.

I gently pull her lower lip in my teeth and run my hand between her thighs; she holds my hand to stop me.

“We can’t, Logan. I am not ready,”

“I know, babe, but we don’t have to have s*x to get the pleasure. Do you trust me?” I ask, parting her legs with my legs. To my experience of sleeping with girls in this village before I met Angela, they wore thongs, G-strings, and lingerie all that lingerie, but my girl here is wearing her full panty with a Hello Kitty doll without stress.

“I do.” Her whisper sent shivers down my spine.

I pull down her panties and look at her cute p***y, clean and fresh. She shyly puts her hands on it to hide it. I remove them, looking right into her eyes.

“It’s just me. I am giving you a little taste of a fantasy world,”

I slide down on her and plant a kiss on the cake for the first time ever. She is quite stiff but, nothing I can’t handle. It smells so good, like a virgin p***y of course.

“Stop! What are you doing?” I swear I almost laughed at her reaction but, I understand. She is still a virgin. At least let me prepare her for what is yet to happen after she has turned twenty-one years old.

“Relax, my Angel,”

I lick my thumb before rubbing it against her c******s. She flinches but as I go on and on, her body starts relaxing. She closes her eyes and moans, sending waves in my body, straight to my twitching d**k. It is too excited it is fighting to get out. I pull down my track pants, exposing myself in front of Angela. She gasps, eyes popping out of their sockets.

“Like what you see?” I stroke my d**k with my hand, smirking at her. “Touch it,”

She shakes her, I chuckle.

I kneel on the bed in front of her face. I can see how clueless she is. I should watch porn with her someday and show her what goes down when a man makes this move. I guide her hand on my d**k and help her stroke it. Her hand is shaky but, she is doing well.

“Why is it hard? Is this whole thing supposed to go in my v****a?” I laugh so hard, throwing my head to the back as I enjoy the little feeling in my p***s. My pre-c*m drops off on her cheek. I stretch out my hand down on her p***y and fondle with it, she opens her legs wide.

My girl! She has relaxed.

Her strokes on my d**k increase, I also increase my pace on her clit.

“Aaawww…” She moans. I am close. I move my finger faster in circles. Her screams go out loud and her body starts shaking. “Logan, stop… I feel weird,” She cries.

“You’ll be fine…” I hiss, gritting my teeth.

Her legs tremble as she squirts. I don’t stop rubbing her clit as I also shoot out my seeds on her face, we both moan out loud in pleasure.

“f**k!” I want her so bad but, I respect her too much to just destroy her like that. I collapse next to her, facing up. “How was it?” I take off my t-shirt and use it to wipe her face. She looks away feeling shy.

So cute.

“I felt something in my body; I was also pressed I peed on your bed, I’m sorry,” She sadly says. I let out a little laugh.

“It is normal, my love. It is called c*m. It is going to happen a lot when we have s*x,”

“c*m? What does it mean to c*m?”

“Let’s get ready, Angela,”

***

ANGELA

We are at the Royal house right now and the Prince should be arriving at any minute now. The VIP guests have arrived already, and also the people from the village to come and witness the arrival of the Prince and the Princess. Everyone is looking very beautiful in their traditional attires. Every attire should represent you, and because I am a virgin, I am wearing a colorful beaded skirt, a black bra with beads all over, and a white head wrap with beads. My breast is a little too exposed, and even though I am not wearing this attire alone, I feel like everyone is looking at me. It’s scary to be walking around like this, especially after what I did with Logan earlier, but, looking at how everyone doesn’t care, makes me feel better.

It felt good though.

“Angela, The Prince has arrived. Please quickly take this out there so that he can wash his hands. You know what to do,” Naomi, another helper hands me a small washbasin with aloe in it and then hangs a dry cloth on my arm. “The queen has requested it,”

“Huh, what? Can’t anyone else do it?” Oh, God. I thought I was only responsible to serve the Royal table; now why am I being directed to the Prince?

“Angela, there is no time. Just do it,”

“Okay.”

I walk out of the house, going to the gate where everyone is gathered and singing

The Prince is standing between her beautiful women; his mother, and wife, with the prince’s sister next to the prince’s wife. He is wearing casually nice, and you cannot miss the fact that he takes care of his body by working out. He looks not so old but hey, the prince is super handsome, damn. I steal glances at Logan behind the prince and his family, smiling inwardly as I bow before the royals so that they can wash their hands. It is the ritual they do when they are celebrating something.

I start with the prince.

“His Royal Highness, Prince of Moon Valley,” I bring forward the basin of water in front of him. Gosh, am I just short or is the Prince very tall? Probably 6'1?

He looks more handsome in person. My heart is beating for him right now, and I want to get out of here as soon as possible. He is what I would like to call Sun Kissed—Chocolate brown skin like Marvin from Too Hot To Handle Season 2 on Netflix. He has a nicely shaved black beard and a German kind of haircut on his short curly hair.

“Princess,” His raspy voice sent chills down my spine. He takes the cloth and wipes his hands after washing them.

Wait, did he just call me a princess? Did anyone else hear him, or is it all in my head?

I can feel his eyes piercing on me. I raise my head up to find that indeed he is really looking at me. I quickly look back down.

After that everyone washed their hands, I went back to the house as fast as I could, balancing the basin with my hand on my waist. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t trust my legs enough to carry me up until the main door, so I went through the first door on my left, leading to the bathroom. I get in the bathroom and close the door behind me. I need a breather. This is a dream come true, working at the Royal house.

Angela, relax!

Let me get back out there and do what I am called here to do.

***

EDWARD WILLIAMS

Being back home feels good but, nothing much has changed here. I am not much into tradition. I have been away, traveling the world trying to run away from family values but hey, nothing beats home. I miss my family so much. Now that I am here with my wife, Shaina for the ceremony that my family always makes every year, I really want to stay here.

“Ma, I am tired, I am going to take a nap,”

The ceremony has been going on for hours now, and it honestly isn’t my vibe. I need to get away from here.

“Do you want me to come with you, Edward?” Shaina asks, ready to get up.

“No need,” I answered, nonchalantly.

My relationship with Shaina is not as how people expect it to be. We are only doing it for publicity. Our marriage was arranged, and I am just not feeling her. She is from Royalty and she is supposed to be my Luna, but it is just so hard to make a connection with her or to mate with her.

I almost forgot how the royal house can get so busy. Everyone is doing something and whenever I walk past the maids, they all stop to greet me, but there is just one person I can’t see. The girl that was serving our table, where is she?

I walk up the staircase and reach the hallway. Just before I could get to my bedroom, I see her, standing in the middle of the corridor, looking at our family photos on the wall. I walked closer and cleared my throat. She was a little startled before she turned to me and realized that it was me.

“His Royal Highness,” She bows a little in respect.

“Young Lady,”

“Uhm, I will go and uh… yes… food… dishes,” She stammers, I chuckle.

“It is well, young lady,” I watch her lead to the direction of where I was heading to. ”Uhm, young lady, this way,” I point her in the opposite direction because she seemed lost.

“Oh… yes!” She exclaimed, nervously. I laughed.

The weird thing happens as she passes right next to me. I grab her hand and hold her very close to me, smelling her sensually. She was so scared I could feel her shaking. I quickly let go of her, only to realize that she was crying.

Shit, I felt something in me that I could not control. I did not mean to scare her.

“Uhm, you need to leave,” I order. She nodded so fast as if I was going to change my mind. She scurried away and before I knew it, I could not see her anymore.

What just happened? I had never felt anything like that before.

***