The Alpha King’s Possession

MORGANA

The dagger was inches away from him, when suddenly he raised his hand, catching it between two fingers, his eyes blazing gold with anger rolling off of him in waves. Before anyone could react, he was before me, grabbing my body by the neck and slamming me against the marble pillar behind me.

A menacing growl ripped from his throat, and anyone who had been about to move stilled. I grabbed his wrist, trying to free myself. My heart was pounding, his seductive scent and his presence were messing with my senses. My eyes blazed as I tried to free myself, but he was stronger. I held his gaze, trying to compel him to let me go, but it wasn’t working.

“Let go of me!” I choked out.

Was no one going to intervene?

I glared at the Alpha before me, but he simply stayed silent. What the hell was going on in that mind of his? He let go of my throat, suddenly dropping me to the ground, swallowing hard as he looked away. I stood up, pulling out my second dagger, but before I could even do anything, he grabbed hold of my upper arm, knocking the dagger from my hand and turning towards Azrael, who was standing there glaring at me.

Wow, great brother…

“I will take this one, and you have my word that I will not attack your kind, I will sign in blood.” His words resonated off the walls, and I knew the high lords were wondering if the king would agree.

“I am not a prize or a possession.” I hissed, only for the Alpha king to clamp a hand over my mouth. For a second, I remembered the man at the lake and shuddered. This man was nothing like him.

“Very well, the woman in your hold is my sister, Morgana, the one and only princess of the kingdom. Our most prized possession… Let the deal be done.” Azrael said clearly.

“Your majesty…” Uncle Malachi whispered, his face pale as he looked at me with worry in his eyes.

I pulled my face free from the Alphas hold, glaring at Azrael.

“You can’t do this to me Azrael!”

“Please do reconsider your majesty, Morgana was dear to my late brother. Please choose any other woman but her.” Uncle pleaded, looking at the Alpha king.

held me tightly as if I was

will be her, or no one. Let’s not forget she tried to attack me; I could use that

they not realise that he was possibly the killer of the late king? If we all fought

His arm wrapped around my waist, his other hand once again covered

head as I stared at my brother, who simply motioned for someone to bring a file forward. It was presented to the Alpha King, who let

do

for your mistakes…

hall. No one moved; not my guards, not my father’s friends… none of the men who wished to claim me as their wife…

—–

curved hall that led downwards, and with it, the temperature got colder. The Alpha king was carrying me over his shoulder, and although I struggled, he only delivered a sharp slap to my behind, leaving a stinging pain in his wake and silently warning me to stay quiet. Dim lights on the wall lit the path. I didn’t understand why the king was handling me. Didn’t he want me as a slave? Why

manage your slaves yourself?” I spat, struggling to rip

of the row of metal cells. Some contained prisoners, others were

at the end and threw me inside, I stumbled,

before slamming

was beginning to think

You cannot leave me down

his footsteps faded away and my heart began

goddamn

two guards standing down the hall, but no one paid attention to my shouts and screams. I was beginning to agitate the other prisoners, but I didn’t care. I wanted out, no,

bend them, but they stood

cuffs on me, my bleeding, bruised wrists a mess as I slammed my hands against the

“Let me out!”

my voice was hoarse, and I felt

my senses. He walked towards my cell and I stood up, breathing heavily as I glared at him through the bars. He was shirtless and I could tell he had just done a workout; a thin layer of sweat coated his perfect body…