Kiss An Alpha

Chapter 3

The middle-aged woman, who was standing a few feet away, came closer. Her bright blue eyes were clear and extremely focused as she eyed Abigail with keen interest. She wore a dark green dress and her pleated raven black hair fell past her waist. If the man beside Abigail was the most handsome person she had ever seen, surely this woman was absolutely the most beautiful.

Abigail shifted all her weight to her good leg as she felt extremely uncomfortable with all the people in the room who continued to stare directly at her. They all wore the same shocked expression. No one smiled or offered her a comforting gaze. Abigail swallowed down the hard lump that had formed in her throat. No one, not a single person, in this room cared whether she lived or died. She would have to save herself—again. Annoyed and in pain, she gritted her teeth as she straightened. Quelling her rising anxiety, Abigail raised her eyes to meet with the ethereal woman’s gaze and stared straight back at her.

“Excuse me, but I was illegally locked in the–”

“Alexis, she touched you,”

The woman avoided Abigail entirely and walked over to the sour faced man. He looked unbothered as he continued dusting off his shirt.

“She actually touched you,” she repeated.

What’s so hard to believe about that? Abigail looked back over at the man. It was only natural for him to touch her since he had broken her fall. She scrunched her brows as she surveyed the scene, feeling slightly defensive. Actually, he is the one that touched her! Not that anyone seems to care…

“So what?” the man retorted.

"Don't act stupid with me! You understand the situation, don’t you?” She furrowed her eyebrows and gazed at him with a confused expression. “In fact, you looked almost comfortable. I saw no traces of distress and you didn’t even throw a hissy fit.”

At these words, the man froze. He looked somewhat uneasy. “It was so sudden, mother. I didn't even realize–”

“That doesn't change anything, Alexis.”

Without warning, the woman grabbed Abigail’s hand and pressed it firmly against the man’s chest. He immediately jerked back from the encounter. His face twisted into a painful expression as if she had hurt him. Abigail looked up at him with her eyebrows raised in sarcastic disbelief. Seriously, what the hell are you doing? You need to seriously brush up on your acting sucks.

Smirking, she said, “You have been caught, my son. Being a king, you haven’t had time to practice your acting skills.”

Abigail smirked. Busted! Wait, the king?!

Her mind raced back to the conversation she had with Louis. So this grumpy man was his older brother and the woman, who looked like a Greek goddess, was their mother?! How was that possible? She looked way too young to have two full grown sons.

“What's your name, miss?” she asked, finally turning towards Abigail.

“It's Abigail. Abigail Celeste.”

All of a sudden, the hall doors burst open as loud footsteps echoed throughout the room. The two men who entered gave the king a deep bow. The older of the two glanced towards Abigail and cleared his throat.

“Your Majesty, this is the human psychiatrist who escaped from the dungeon.”

With evident displeasure, Abigail glowered at the old man and silently cursed him for being a blithering old fool. He was the one who brought her here.

“The dungeon?” The queen’s jaw ticked with apparent annoyance. She looked down at the old man. “So, she is the psychiatrist from the human world?”

He nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Abigail gaped at the woman. So even the queen mother doesn’t identify herself as a human? Christ, these people needed a reality check.

“Why was she in the dungeon? You were supposed to bring her to me directly.” The woman said.

Growing tired of being ignored, Abigail glared at the hateful old man and emphatically stated, “That old man illegally locked me in that hell hole.”

The old man flinched at her words. “She disgraced His Highness. She depicted him as a lion, Your Majesty! Surely, such an insult could not have been overlooked.”

“A lion!?” the king yelled.

He looked genuinely shocked. Abigail never thought that such a menacing look was possible to appear on such a gorgeous face. The old man nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, Your Majesty. She compared you to a lion.”

“What's wrong with comparing him with a lion?” replied the queen. Her shoulders began to shake with suppressed laughter.

Abigail couldn't help but giggle at the lofty lady’s reaction. Maybe she could like this queen. Abigail covered her mouth to hide a smile. However, as she glanced over at the king, it was obvious that he didn’t share their sentiments.

“Are you serious, mother?” he scoffed.

She shrugged. “I think it makes perfect sense. Lions are powerful and very majestic and so are you, my son. The only major difference is that they live in forests and you live in a castle. You share some similarities with the beautiful creatures, Alexis. Why not take it as a compliment?”

Abigail stared at the woman in complete awe. What a smooth talker. No matter who this man was; the one that thoroughly impressed her was this woman!

Her son deliberately sighed and swirled his gaze back to the old stupid man. “Mr. Carlton, explain how did she escape from the dungeon.”

Abigail snorted. Carlton? "Stupidity" should be his name - certainly it would have been the best one for him. How dare he lock her in there! And this King. He must be the mastermind of stupidity. He even locked his brother there.

Lowering his head, Mr. Carlton said. “I apologize but I wasn't there and don't know what happened.”

Of course, he won't know. As far as she understood, he wasn't any guard.

“You can leave.” It was the woman who ordered and Mr. Carlton immediately left, following her words. She was as respected as the king in this Castle.

Meeting Abigail's gaze, she smiled sweetly and walked closer. “Hi, Abigail. My name is Eliza Anders. I am really sorry on the behalf of my son's Secretary. Please, don't mind him.” She paused as she took her one hand between her two hands and squeezed them gently. “Abigail, I invited you here... to our world. Well, actually, this wasn't how we were supposed to meet. But seems like Mr. Carlton has ruined my plan.”

Although she was so sweet, nothing felt right again. Why did she invite her? And how were they supposed to meet?

When her son snorted alone behind her, Abigail pushed some words out of my mouth. “Miss, I am so con...”

“I know. I know you are confused. I will make everything clear to you as you are the one I am looking for. But first, you need rest. Let me take you to your room.” She said and turned back slightly, looking at her three young maids around twenty. They were wearing neat maiden clothes.

Before Abigail could realize anything, they approached her and without giving her any chance to protest, they grabbed her hands and started dragging her out of the room.

“Wait. Where are you taking me to?” she shouted but it didn't stop them. The woman named Eliza was still standing there, was not even moving a bit.

Okay! What the actual hell!