Kiss An Alpha

Chapter 1

When it was clear that Louis was incapable of forming a response, Abigail looked over at Emma for an explanation. Emma was staring at her with pursed lips. When she saw Abigail’s confused expression she gave her a solemn nod.

“Yes, that’s right. Louis is the king’s brother and he is also our Alpha. Alpha Alexis.”

Abigail’s mind went blank. What did she mean? Alpha? This was far too surreal for her and she felt out of her depth. Maybe she was dreaming?

Yes, that’s probably it, she thought as she glanced around the cell for what seemed like the hundredth time. Hell, she was in a place that looked like a dungeon that was constructed during the Renaissance. This couldn’t be real. Louis continued cackling and Emma let out a tired sigh.

“Have you ever heard of werewolves?” she asked.

“As in like ‘Teen Wolf’?”

Abigail had thought it would be best to try and be careful around these people. She didn’t know what they would do once their delusions were shattered. Maybe it was a case of over obsession? Maybe she had found herself in the middle of a cult who were so enthralled with the fantastical that they actually believed that werewolves were real.

Louis finally was able to stifle his laughter at hearing her question and raised a brow.

“What's that?” he asked while wiping his eyes.

Abigail studied his face carefully. He wasn't pretending, he really didn't know! She whipped her head back towards Emma and she seemed just as confused as Louis.

“It’s… a famous worldwide TV series. How can you not have heard about it?”

Had these people lived under a rock their whole lives? She really couldn't understand what was going on and she rubbed her temples in an attempt to stave off the feelings of an impending headache. Louis scratched his face as he looked down at his dirty boots.

“It must be famous in the human world. But, not here.”

Biting her tongue to keep from yelling at him in exasperation, she stood up and stretched out her legs. She wasn’t going to shatter their fantasies. They could believe whatever they wanted… she just wanted to get out of here!

“So you are saying this is a different world?” Abigail asked, trying to keep her tone as natural as possible.

From her experience at work, she knew very well how to deal with people who possessed mental disorders—amongst other things. Actually, that was her field of expertise. Looking over at Emma and Louis, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. They must have suffered a lot.

“Yes,” Emma answered bring Abigail’s attention back to the conversation.

She sighed in frustration. “Then can you explain to me why I’m in this damned dungeon?”

“You disparaged the king, which is enough to sentence someone to death. Luckily for you, the old man put you in here, the dungeon of Meladus Castle, instead of taking you straight to the king,” informed Louis.

“And the king is… your brother.”

“I know what you’re thinking, Abigail.” He chuckled at her perplexed expression. “Yes, the king is my brother. Let me clear it up for you. Emma is my best friend. In her strenuous efforts to marry my brother, I had decided to help her. Unfortunately, we executed one too many different… proposals. So, we were sent here for annoying the king.”

She gaped at him. Yep… these people had issues.

“But, you are a prince and his brother!”

He shrugged. “That’s never mattered to him.”

“Wow, harsh…” she paused and an idea popped into her head. She shot him a desperate look. “But, you are the prince! Surely, you can get out of this place whenever you want?”

He viciously shook his head. “That is the last thing I will do; but… let me guess, you want my help to get out of here?”

Uh… duh! Abigail was almost at the point of screaming in frustration to get out of this Godforsaken place! She looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Louis observed her for a minute then shifted his gaze lazily to the guards. Suddenly, his face split into a wicked grin. “Well, I never said that I wouldn’t help you,” he mumbled.

“You will?”

As he stood up, he patted Emma's head and dusted himself off one last time.

“Sure.”

Emma shot him a warning glare. “i***t, you’ll put her in danger.”

Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Abigail immediately assured her with a smile. “I am not that stupid like you.”

Resolved to carry out his plan, Louis looked down at her and asked, “At this moment, what's the thing that you are craving for the most?”

“Cigarettes,” she replied without a second’s hesitation.

Abigail knew that it was an awful habit, but sometimes it was the only thing that would work to calm her nerves.

He smirked in amusement. “Cool.”

Louis sauntered over the guards who stood at attention on his arrival. “Do you have cigarettes?” he asked.

They shook their head politely. “No, your highness. We apologize.”

“Oh dear, I left my pack in my room. Could you bring me some,” Louis asked politely.

One of the guards immediately turned and rushed up the stairs to retrieve what the prince had requested. Louis looked pointedly at the remaining guard while shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, yeah… I am going to need a lighter too.”

“I am sorry, your highness. I’ll go fetch one for you one immediately.”

Without turning around, Louis held up the cell door key and Abigail gasped. Damn… this prince was impressive! How was he able to swipe that from the guard? Twisting the key in the lock, he pushed the cell door open. Abigail looked at the man with overwhelming amounts of admiration. Mental disorder or not, she liked how his mind worked. Turning around, Louis took a box out of his pocket and faced her. Seeing the cigarette box, her face lit up with sheer delight.

“Your cigarettes, my lady,” he said, tossing the pack to her with a lopsided grin. “You have at least two minutes to go find yourself fire. Good luck.”

Without another word, he walked past her to rejoin Emma.

“Thank you,” Abigail whispered.

Shoving the cigarettes into her pocket, she grabbed her backpack and ran out of the cell.