Chapter 2 WEDDING THE ALPHA KING

Keren's POV

I regret that I did not provoke as expected last night. That egocentric man had made me feel so low about myself, and I have to bear this brewing anger inside me, unable to let it out.

From this side of the kingdom, I could hear the sounds of different soft music playing. People are arriving. I could also hear the crunching sound of the carriages against the earth.

I may not have changed, but I am still a she-wolf, especially one whose senses aren't dull at all.

"You look alluring, my Luna," says one of the maids. Something tells me she compliments me more out of her job than from her heart. I smiled at her. She has sent the other maids away since they are done getting me ready.

I find the beads' purple color blending with my bosom, exposing my chest attractively, except the one I am trying to impress won't appreciate it. I do not care, though. The gown is elegant and showcases royalty. I haven't seen anything like it before. As punishing as it is to press my intestines together, I love it.

"I need a space." I tell the maid, and she, too, leaves.

Dustfang must be outside, so I think of another trick that resembles yesterday's. I open the door, saying this while making sure he won't see my body except my face. "Can you, please, get the maid for me? Hurry. I think I may have ripped this clothing when I tripped." I tell him, and he gives me a curious look.

"Hurry!" I shout at him.

"Can I trust that you are telling the truth?" I actually find his British accent attractive as well.

"Oh. In a few hours, I will be Luna. You will doubt my words?" I say, and he bows slowly.

"My apologies.

"Better."

Once he has left, I survey my surroundings and walk outside. After playing hide and seek for a few minutes, I get outside. I needed fresh air.

All of these, and I do not mean the fabric, choke me. It's all just too much for a lady to bear. I didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't my fault that I didn't change into my wolf yet, and come to think of it, why has the crown chosen me when there are a lot of eligible female royals out there? The fact that the high borns are too special is just so annoying, as not only can they shift into their wolf side but can also bend nature's elements. Very crazy.

Also, I hate that my stepfather is also the one who did this to me. Anyway, now that this is my current life, I shall make a deal with the Alpha King. I will give him the child that his crown wants, and he will not just dispose of me but allow me to go back to my pack.

I would have loved to go someplace else and exist there, but there's nowhere. I can't live among humans, nor would the Hunters take me in. That would be a deadly risk.

While in my thoughts, I feel someone's presence. It carries authority and power, but not enough to overwhelm. It's as though my soul blends with the person's.

Turning to face the person, I am caught between the fear of being caught alone in the middle of a side garden with a man, and the shock of a person being so handsome and cute. I find it impossible. Every fine word describes him.

His light silver hair is brushed to the front of his head, although it exposes the middle of his forehead; his skin is milky and blending with the morning sunlight; his scent releases a heavenly scent such that my tongue salivates; and his clothes of golden brown rhyme so well with his figure. His pecs show from underneath, and his arms look so strong, as does his legs.

My face shows how surprised I am.

"Hello." His thick voice sounds good to my ears. I don't think I'm thinking clearly. Something is off about him, and I pay no attention.

"Hey," I say back.

"What are you up to, Miss...?" He trails off, his hands suggesting I tell him who I am. No, I will not.

"I cannot tell a he who I am and I do not care to know his name either."

"Just say I am a stranger," he chuckles. His tone sounds familiar, but my head is caught between the clouds right now. I cannot think straightforwardly.

"You are." I say and add, "Well, as you can see, I want some space. Please go back to the hall. You'd find people like yourself there." He frowns, as though he does not understand me.

"I will, but forgive me, what are you... Well, you're here, so what is up with that?"

"I need space."

"But I am only concerned."

"I am about to marry the Alpha King. He is the most powerful and ruthless. I wish to enjoy some peace before the wedding begins." I tell the man, and he gasps.

"Such honesty. I guess you do not know who I am." He talks like he is astounded.

"Oh, so you're a spy who would go tell the Alpha King what I have said today? Congratulations to you! Now, excuse me." I roll my eyes.

"The Alpha King does not need a spy; he has chosen one." He says, and my eyes flare up as I hear his next words, "Hello, Miss Wildings, I am the Alpha King, Aarav Gerwulf."

I might just faint. I take one step back.

"I... I am-" I cough, "my apologies. I didn't..."

"Yes, understandable. There was no interview after all. You weren't lucky to even see me at all." He tells me, and I nod my head.

Why does he not seem like the man from last night? I should do my payback now.

"Well, now, if you will excuse me, Alpha, I shall like to return to my room and get ready to be your bride. After all, it is all a facade, and don't worry, I plan to give you the child that you want and will soon be out of your life." I tell him and am about to leave when he pulls me back.

"I'm sorry you heard what I said the previous night." Wait, is he owning up to his mistake? No. This is a lie. As it is, I'm having internal battle. I wish he was a troll; it would have been easier to hate him.

The sparkles that I feel inside me chitter to my core, sending my stomach a warm sensation. I feel excited.

He shares with me a smile: "I was not told you were this beautiful and special." He tells me, and I frown.

My brain comes back to life all of a sudden when Arley arrives in front of us.

"Keren?" He questions and outstretches his hand, saying, "I shall walk you down the aisle now, please."

I take his hand and fake a smile. It is time to get married to the Alpha King, whose personality I cannot make sense of now.

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My earth is walked by werewolves, hunters, and humans. We aren't allowed to visit one another because our leaders hate one another. Any chance they've got, it's to kill one another yet here I am now, being wed by the Alpha King, one of my own race, yet I feel like I'm being matted to my worst enemy.

I watch the expression on everyone's faces, and no one seems genuinely happy for me; neither do I know any of them. I could feel the powerful auras in the room, signifying the extra powers that come with being a royal werewolf or she-wolf.

The vows were exchanged. The rings were exchanged, and I kissed the Alpha King. Although I did not hate that he was my first kiss, it was uneasy sharing my blood with him under the moonlight at night to finish up the wedding ritual.

While drinking his, the deepest part of me felt peace, assured that I would be loved by him.

It is now late in the night, and I am standing in front of the huge double-handled door.

"My Luna," says Dustfang as he opens the door for me to walk inside.

My face remains expressionless. Inside the room, I see Alpha King Aarav by the window. He stands in front of the sill.

Sensing me, he walks over, passing too closely by me such that I felt his breath. "My Luna, do you care for a drink?"

My brain shuts down for a second. "Yes." And we begin drinking.

I am seated in an armchair, and he is on the bed. He watches me with an eye of curiosity, a small smile dancing on his lips.

My eyes seem blurry now, and I don't think I can walk. I feel brave as well as quite gabby.

"Why am I chosen to be your chosen?"

"Keren." His soft yet darkly dangerous voice soothes my pain, and I close my eyes. My imagination goes wild. "I wish I could hate you as I had planned." He speaks and sounds as though he is in pain, too.

I squint my eyes, clearly not understanding, but I do not care right now anyway. I shall let him know my mind. "You do not want me, as I do not. I have a deal to make."

"You want to make a deal with the deadly Alpha King?" He finds me amusing, I suppose.

I disregard, "I shall bear your child, and once I have, you shall free me. I will be allowed back to my family."

He scoffs, "The same one who sold you out?"

It hurts more when he reminds me, but the alcohol makes it bearable.

"It is my pain to bear." I tell him, and he nods.

"Keren," he says, sounding breathless. He is now standing in front of me, and lowering himself so his face can reach mine, he whispers, "You do realize you are my mate, don't you?" I am confused by that. "Why else do we both feel that connection between us? And seeing you now, I see my mistakes." Did he? "You are more than beautiful." His lips brush my ear, and something in me awakens.

Suddenly, I stand up and push him a little bit. He takes a step backward. "I will not be smitten by you. Let us make this baby and get it over with. Do we have a deal?" I question. He remains frowning, intrigued by this part of me.

"Yes."

In the following minutes, I went to the restroom to get changed into a robe and remove every piece of jewelry and unnecessary clothing. Now, I am facing the bed, where the Alpha King lies. His eyes search mine and await whatever I am to do.

Breathing heavily, my hands slide down the robe as my eyes lock with his. I see something poking out from within his pants, which I did not see before.

A few seconds later, he speaks: "You don't know what to do to make a baby, do you?" I have my brows coming together.

"What am I to do?"

He chuckles, and before I know it, I feel a push from nowhere. He bends the air to bring me onto the bed, and grabbing me, he places me carefully, his body sliding past mine until his face reaches mine. We lock eyes.

"Are you sure with this?" Is the Alpha King, who was once ruthless with his words, now a gentleman?

I just nod my head as many frightening thoughts surface in my head. I feel so much anxiety.

"Touch yourself," he says. I did not understand, so he chuckles and grabs my left hand, tracing it down my skin. He stops when we reach my core, and from the way he dances my fingers around that part of my body, my breathing begins to quiver. I have no idea what is now happening to me, but I love it.

A few minutes later, I am screaming into the pillow as it feels like I have reached the climax of the sweetest feeling my body could ever release. When I am a bit relaxed, I stare at Alpha King Aarav.

"Alpha..."

"No, call me Aarav. Just Aarav." He whispers into my ears, and it tickles. I want more.

"Aarav, I want more." Right now, this man looks nothing but angelic to me, and I want every inch of him.

With a smile, he stands up and takes off his clothes. I gasp at what I see drawling in between his legs. I wonder what it is. He comes back to the bed, supporting his weight with his strong arms.

"Keren."

"Aarav." I whisper in a tone I do not recognize.

"Are you ready?" He questions, and I nod my head. Yes, I am. I am.

About half an hour later, he lands on the bed next to me, and I smile. We are done. I don't know why, but I am so happy. I feel complete, and it was by him-by the one I should hate the most right now. I stare into his eyes.

"This is how you make a baby." He tells me, and I smile.

"I want more of this from you." I tell him, and before I know it, I'm soon asleep.

The next day, it is breakfast time. I have yet to see Aarav. I am prepared for the dining table. Alone, I begin eating, except for the maids around, which is their duty, until I hear a footstep and, excited, I turn to see Arley instead.

"You don't seem excited to see me." He pouts as he goes to the opposite side of the long table. "Shall I join you?" I nod my head, allowing

He continues to stare at me. "You are not okay, are you?"

"I was just expecting someone else."

"Ah, that dickhead. I am sorry to break this to you, but Keren, he won't be around for a very long time. He has left to fight the hunters." Hearing that, I drop my cutlery. My heart hammers against my chest, pain resulting from it. I don't know how to take this uninteresting news.

After what transpired yesterday, I thought someone finally understood me. I thought we both shared something called love and sex, but it was all fake. It was all done based on the deal. I am stupid to have thought otherwise.

It is fine. I will focus on the deal. I just have to wait for the baby bump, and soon I will be freed.