The Alpha King’s Possession

46. A Confession

MORGANA

My heart was thundering as I stared at him, ready for him to unleash all his anger upon me. His eyes were blazing, but within them, it was as if a hurricane had been unleashed. The calibre of the emotions in those golden orbs devoured me completely, so strong I couldn’t make them all out, the conflict, the anguish, the pain, the anger, and so much more than I

couldn’t even comprehend.

Although the urge to read his mind consumed me, I was too terrified of what I may hear that I refused to, instead, I waited for him to crush my neck in his grip and do his worst.

“I acted impulsively… I don’t know why I did it… I know it’s a little late, but I’m sorry for trying t o kill you… or hurt you… I didn’t really know how much damage it would do…” I mumbled lamely

“So, you decided to stupidly just eat it yourself?” He asked coldly, his voice trembling with unbridled rage.

“It was a spur of the moment decision… I didn’t think it out.” I shot back, despite knowing how dangerous that was. “But at least I didn’t let you take it.”

Hurt and anguish were the emotions that I could sense the strongest through the bond.

“And you thought you’d risk your own fucking life?” He now cupped the back of my neck with his thumbs on my cheeks.

“It was that or you…” I said, having no idea where this was going.

His eyes returned to hazel and the sheer level of emotions in them tugged at my own heart. It was painful, so fucking painful, that I couldn’t breathe…

wa

“Then I would fucking rather it have been me.” His husky, hoarse reply came.

My eyes widened as I stared at him in shock, trying to figure out what he had just said. Our bodies were moulded together as one, our hearts pounding.

“What?” I asked hoarsely.

“You heard me, my fucking crazy she-devil, I rather you had poisoned me than yourself. You are the craziest, most reckless, dangerous, insane, psychotic, woman, I have ever fucking met, and I’m probably as fucking crazy to have fallen in love with you.” He said, making me gasp. 1

His words rang in my ears, my heart skipping a few beats.

He loves me.

not trust you from the start… disclaimer included, and I’ll still take it. So, try to kill me as many times as you fucking want.

mine, but it was different than anything

was fluttering, and I felt lightheaded at the intense emotions that poured into that kiss. The taste of his minty mouth, the feel of his body against mine, his scent, everything was beyond perfect. At that moment I realise

know when I began to kiss him back, my eyes fluttered shut and my mind was blank, apart from how this felt. His hands leave my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other all over me, feeling every inch of my back and ass

him before. The hunger, desire, and love that was filling me so intensely were from him. His emotions. His tongue slipped into my mouth as if he didn’t want even a

more into him, moaning as he throbbed against my stomach. I hooked my leg around his, and his hand cupped my ass, squeezing it as our kiss became hungrier and rougher, changing from something slow and sensual to something illicit, awakening those indecent desires within m

I had to pull away, gasping for much-needed air. But even then, Kian wasn’t done, placing kisses down

whispered, breathing heavily, still trying to recover from

out at the setting sun, through hooded eyes, my heart pounding rapidly, I knew that I would never forget this moment, and as much

“Kian…” I whispered.

inhaled deeply, and I knew he could smell

you want to know where I got the poison from…

he killed my father…

at me, now frowning as he took my chin in his

really, a little fun to distress would have been

if we’re still up for it.” I said, leaning up and brushing my lips

darkened, and I knew he would hold me

said, glancing down towards the

and followed him, still feeling

be

blinked, not

might be.” I

me, and something told me

stepped back, allowing me inside first. I walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling

question first, Kian, and I want an honest answer.” I said, leaning forward. His

I was lethal, then he was deadly.

pleasure, depending on how I saw it, he began to remove his shirt

too small. His eyes snapped to mine, hearing my racing heart, and he didn’t look away, removing his shirt and tossing it aside so damn

his god-like body that was begging to be worshipped. I

Focus Morgana.

were saying?” His arrogant remark came, and I

asked quietly, opening my eyes. It was going to be his word against Cain’s and everyone in the Sanguine empire who assumed it was