The Alpha King’s Possession

TWO MONTHS LATER

MORGANA

The harsh cold was biting into me, even though I didn’t feel the cold easily. My chiffon knee length dress did nothing to help, but I wasn’t really bothered.

I looked down at the grand black marble tombstone of my father. The late King Araton.

That night, I wished I had been at the palace; I was one of our finest warriors, but I hadn’t been. Instead, I had been frolicking in the lake with a mysterious man that I didn’t even see… I felt bitter, broken and empty.

The wind whipped around me as I crouched down, placing my slender hand on the cold marble.

I’m sorry, father. I should have been there.

Two months had passed, but the ache in my chest at his loss was still present. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply to control the hurricane of emotions that devoured me.

“Lady Morgana, the king has called for you!” A breathless male servant spoke.

I stood up gracefully, turning around and looking at the man who was bowing down to me. Not uttering a word, I made my way back to the palace to see why my brother, who usually didn’t even want to see my face, was summoning me.

When my father was murdered, the king’s champion, his closest confidant, died trying to protect him. With the champion’s death, the spell cast upon me by him to disguise my eyes had vanished. Eyes that had made my brother hate me even more, simply because they were darker than his. In our kind, the deeper and darker the eye colour, the stronger we were.

I didn’t bother knocking on the door to his office; after all, he had summoned me. Pushing it open, I stepped into the large room that was lavishly decorated in rich forest greens and gold shades.

The room smelt of sex and sweat. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

I scoffed when I saw him on the sofa. One woman dressed in barely anything was massaging his shoulders as she kissed his neck and another, who was completely naked, was on her knees before him as she gave him a blow job. I looked away in revulsion and snapped my fingers loudly.

“Out.” I said coldly.

I heard my brother’s irritated groan as the women scurried to scatter.

Morgana? You could have waited outside.” My brother’s drawling

I heard him zip his pants up

have no patience with letting

6 feet 7. His long, straight hair that fell below his shoulders contained two small braids,

I am your king,

child on the way, and a wife.” I replied

women, but those were women of the court who were classed as his mistresses, but messing around with the servants and any random woman was

called you here because I have heard rumours that you

disbelief. Was he really going to question me after he had his cock

that only you’re allowed to be the whore around

grabbed my neck tightly. “Remember who you are talking to! You need to learn your place, dear sister! Father is no longer around to

irritation

you are a king, Azrael, not a god! As for what or who

but

shows you are your mother’s daughter. A

cut me like a dangerous knife. I glared back, clenching my jaw as I looked at

a whore.” I whispered, my voice

whilst my mother was one of the women from court that my father had taken as his mistress. She had been the only one besides the queen who had borne a

really? I highly doubt you were even my

my rage overtaking me. I grabbed him by his neck, only for him to grab me by mine and slap me hard across the face with his other

at the bruising pain that jarred through

high time I made use of you and married

with hatred, and I

my life, Azrael!” My heart was beating fast, I knew he would stay true to his

about anything but to listening to me, dear sister. I have thought of a solution to the age-old argument between us and the werewolves as

I frowned,

“What do you mean?”

friendship; I have already written to the Alpha king. Father had