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

waiting until I heard him zip his pants up before turning and shooting

patience to wait, then I have no patience with letting you entertain

straight hair that fell below his

that I am

remember that you have a child on the way, and a

but those were women of the court who were classed as his mistresses, but messing around with the servants

to interfere in my life!” He snapped. “I called you here because I have heard

question me after he had

forgive me, brother, I forgot that only you’re allowed to be

he grabbed my neck tightly. “Remember who you are talking to! You need to learn

free, irritation

hands! As for knowing my place, you are a king, Azrael, not a god! As for what or who I

been fucking any men as of late, but I was not going to

are your

like a dangerous knife. I glared back, clenching

was not a whore.” I

that my father had taken as his mistress. She had been the only one besides the queen

highly doubt you were even my father’s

rushed at him, my rage overtaking me. I grabbed him by his neck, only

bruising pain that jarred through my face

tangling his free hand into my hair painfully. “It’s high time I made use of you and married

and I was equally disgusted,

life, Azrael!” My heart was beating fast, I knew he would stay

listening to me, dear sister. I have thought of a solution to the age-old argument between us and the werewolves as well. I will accomplish something father was never able to.”

I frowned,

“What do you mean?”

extend the hand of friendship; I have already written to