The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 56

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 56 by desirenovel

Serena

Once all the Alphas left, I took a sigh of relief. Honestly, my nerves were all over the place before the

meeting. After my nap and thank God, free of the headache, anxiety overtook me. I questioned myself

if I would be able to face these men with confidence. If I would stammer… If I would become a laughing

stock… I was second-guessing myself. But then, I thought of the family’s affected by the fire, their

suffering, and their pain. I didn’t want to be a queen who chose to do nothing just because of nerves. I

wanted to act and give these people a voice.

Rhea also helped me overcome my hesitation. She reminded me of my spunk back in Lord Hale’s lair

against the ever haughty Sofia. She also mentioned about my boldness in front of the many vampires

in that vampire auction. She had great belief in me. She was confident I could finish this meeting with

flying colors.

And I was happy I was able to do so.

At one point, I got a little distracted when I saw the king observing us. My wrist mark burned with need

when our eyes contacted. I had to control my neutral face from cracking else I’d embarrass myself in

front of the Alphas. I was glad he remained silent during the whole meeting. I would have wanted his

input too, but that could be reserved for later when we’re alone.

And speaking of alone…

I counted to ten whilst I gathered my writings on one folder.

One. Two…

And it didn’t even reach to three before the king materialized within my peripheral vision.

“It looks like you got my Alphas declaring their loyalty to you,” he commented, leaning against the

lowest balustrade of the audience area.

I paused from fixing the papers and glanced at him. Goodness, he was looking as dashing and

handsome as always, but this time, minus the scowl. As opposed to the many times we used to meet

before last night, his eyes now were filled with unfettered desire. Very strong and very clear. And it was

all directed to me.

“I was only doing my job as queen, Your Majesty,” I said, “but their loyalty would be a nice addition.”

“Hmm, keep that up and they’ll be declaring their love to you too.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before slowly sashaying towards his spot.

“Your Majesty…Aero, you can’t possibly be jealous over your subordinates, are you?” I couldn’t help

but ask.

His eyes turned to slits and his mouth formed into a darker line.

“With you, Serena?” he pulled my shoulders quickly when I was an arm’s reach away and pressed me

flush against his chest. “Always.”

My heart immediately quickened its pace.

I wasn’t able to reply for he captured my lips that moment. His kiss…oh they were the same as last

night—crushing, punishing, and passionate. He devoured me and I was happy to give in.

“Hmmm,” I moaned as I returned his kisses. My hands wandered to his back and felt all the tense

muscles there. It didn’t take long before I sensed the growing need in me.

I wanted to feel his body. I wanted him to taste all of me. I wanted him inside me again so much that my

body was burning in flames. But as strong as these feelings were, my body was also aching for

something…

“Hungry?” I muttered in between our kisses.

He pressed his groin closer to me and groaned out a heavy ‘yes.’

“I am hungry, Serena. For you,” he drawled, then started tracing kisses along my jaw.

I chuckled at his words.

“No,” I whispered, withdrawing from his caressing. “What I mean is dinner, Aero.”

Instantly, a scowl appeared on his face.

“Food can wait,” he said sternly before crashing his mouth on mine again.

I reciprocated it with the same zeal, but minutes later, I whispered again.

“I am…famished though.”

As embarrassing as it sounds, my stomach was growling. The last time I ate, it was at lunch. The

meeting with the Alphas was also draining so my body was looking for some nourishment too.

A cross between utter frustration and sadness colored the king’s face when he slowly pulled away. He

was so cute, acting like a little boy that I couldn’t help but bit my lip.

“Then, let’s get you some dinner,” he said after staring deeply into my eyes, “but after that, I’m not

stopping, Serena, you hear me?”

Giggling, I gave him the widest grin in response.

“Highly noted, my king.”

Together inside the main dining area of the castle, Aero and I ate. He was thoughtful enough to give me

some time with my food, but after the last of the dessert was offered, he opened up a topic that I didn’t

expect at all.

“Can you tell me what you saw in that forest, Serena?” he started, staring straight at me with enough

gravity. “I know remembering those dead witches again especially while we’re in the dining table would

be awful; however, I need to know—”

“It’s okay,” I cut in, giving him a reassuring smile. “My stomach is trained for such queasy moments. My

adoptive father used to work in the police department of our town. Sometimes, he tends to bring his

cases complete with gruesome pictures to dinner despite us opposing.”

Something in his eyes lit at my confession. Maybe he was surprised I was adopted? Or maybe

surprised I actually shared a personal story about my life?

“Okay,” he blinked a few times before continuing, “then tell me, Serena. Before I arrived, you said you

saw the murderer?”

“Yes, but due to the cloak, I couldn’t detail out the gender,” I answered. “My gut is telling me it is a man

though. He stood near one of the witches holding a bloody sword, but that wasn’t what surprised me. It

was the flames in his right hand. It was burning constantly but it appeared he wasn’t hurt at all.” I

paused and frowned at the memory. “Like he was immune to the fire.”

“Did you notice anything unusual other than that?” he asked, leaning towards me.

“No, but in the market fire yesterday, I saw that same cloaked person again.”

My eyes immediately widened when I remembered Alpha Aaron’s words.

“Was General Halcynos able to capture him? Alpha Aaron said they would organize a hunt.”

The king simply shook his head. “No, unfortunately, the murderer-turned-arsonist got away.”

“Alpha Aaron and I saw a rune in the spot where the culprit hid. He said the fire was the work of a

witch, but as much as I wanted to believe it, I couldn’t. I don’t see the connection at all.”

He appeared to digest my words; his attention rerouted to the glass of wine in front of him. I gave him

time. Plus, I was enjoying myself watching him display a serious expression. He looked sexy in a way.

“I understand now…” he murmured after a few minutes.

I stopped spooning my cheesecake-like dessert and looked up at him. “Hm?”

“Serena, that cloaked person stole the elemental magic of the dead witch and used it to start a fire in

the market,” he declared, so very sure of himself. Then, his mouth curved into a jeer. “Such a typical

act if one wants to cause destruction and confusion in Phanteon. With your account, I can now verify

that someone is really trying to frame us; make the Order of the Witches think we killed those three and

make the people of Phanteon think a witch started the fire.”

I frowned upon hearing this.

“That’s unacceptable.”

Who would want this to happen? Werewolves could be arrogant and boastful, yes, based on what I

know from mainstream media, but to actually cause disorder among two realms? That’s just downright

heartless.

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I thought of the possibility but quickly shook my head. No, I didn’t have enough evidence to back that

up. Plus, it didn’t feel right to stereotype someone just because of that basis.

“What I want to know is how that culprit stole the witch’s magic and what was his motive for doing this?”

Aero continued, creasing his forehead even more. Noticing how tight he clenched his hands on top of

the table made me realize just how much troubled he was with this.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of further help,” I stated, feeling a little letdown.

“No,” he quickly stated, returning his attention to me. “On the contrary, Serena, you helped me a great

deal.”

His words lightened my mood a little bit and a small smile resurfaced on my face.

“But like I said before, leave this problem to me,” he reached for his wine flute and took his last gulp of

the contents. “Don’t worry too much. I don’t want you involved and in the process, get hurt.”

Lowering my lids, I took a deep breath and urged myself to spill the words.

“Be…careful though. I…I don’t want you to get hurt too.”

With that, my cheeks heated up. Making love with him and voicing out my feelings were entirely

different things. Each has its own uniqueness. Each has its own sensitivity. To me though, the latter

was more difficult to express for it would mirror my heart.

I heard a low grumble first, then he stood up and reached for me.

“Come here,” he said.

I looked up at him as he lifted my elbow and pulled me out of my seat.

“Aero?!” I cried, feeling confused. What was he doing? The way he manhandled me wasn’t the kind

that would instill fear in me. Oh no. It was far from that. It was not rude. It wasn’t assaulting. It was…a

turn on and in his beautiful hazel-green eyes, there swirled desire again. The same one I saw before

we ate dinner.

“Let’s get some fresh air to lighten the mood,” he stated and marched out of the dining area with me in

tow.

I kept myself from grinning because I knew exactly what would come after this.

Outside, we strolled at the east side garden. This part of the castle had flowering bushes that also

served as guides to different parts of the landscape. As Aero said, the fresh air indeed lightened our

mood, but as expected, it also lit up a different kind of need in us and we soon answered its call.

“Aero…” I whimpered as his hands started roaming all over my body.

Under the cover of the gazebo, inside the garden still, he kissed me and that kiss soon turned heady.

Using his strength, he lifted me up the ground and arranged me to sit on one of the gazebo’s wide

balustrade. Consequently, we were at eye level and that proved to be useful as he began to unhook my

gown from behind. My neck got exposed first, followed by my chest.

Not waiting any second, he leaned forward and lapped my neck; his tongue moistening my skin and

creating nonstop sensations inside me. Yes, like small fireworks exploding and I was blessed to take it

all.

I made my own exploration too by slowly discovering the buttons of his shirt, opening them, and feeling

for his damn hard abdomen. To be honest, I was dying to do this since this morning and daydreamed of

it in my little sweet moments of peace.

His large hands skillfully found my breasts, but with the gown a problem still, he forcefully yanked it

once and down it fell, crumpling on my waist. His hands returned and cupped my breasts full.

I arched my back and released a moan at the contact. “Aero…”

“You’ve performed well today, Serena. I want to reward you,” he whispered against my neck. Cold air

blew past my skin, but I didn’t flinch. I was on heat inside. A heat that kept on climbing and climbing the

more he kneaded my breasts.

“You already have, last night,” I replied, closing my eyes and savoring the sensations he was bestowing

on me, “the hot spring was my reward.”

“Hmm, but I’m feeling generous,” he declared, then pressed his lower body more onto me.

“Well, it shows,” I chuckled as I felt his solidness in between my thighs. This man here was turning

bolder and bolder every night. Could it be because of the snow moon?

“Hold me tightly, Serena.” His attention on my breasts stopped only to smother me with his embrace. I

was confused about why he said those words, but I obliged anyway, embracing him too.

A swift second later, I felt some soft material behind me and I realized it was a duvet. Glancing to my

right, I saw that we were in a bed and glancing up past Aero’s broad shoulders, I saw that we had

changed location. From the gazebo, we were now in a semi-dark room. Glancing to my left, I saw the

source of the gentle light. It was the lighthouse outside this room’s floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

I gaped.

“Aero, where are we?”

He awarded me a grin before lowering his head to whisper on my ear:

“Welcome to my estate in Greece, my queen.”

The desire in his eyes was still the same and with no snow moon in my world to actually affect him, I

realized this desire was his alone. Pure and true towards me.

And my core moistened even more because of this.

Author’s Note: Feel free to swim in that moistness, my king.