Chapter 3 THE WEIGHT OF RESPONSIBILITIES

LORD ALEXANDER

Lord Alexander's bedroom was a sprawling sanctuary, with a massive bed positioned majestically in the center. He lay on the bed, his chiseled physique and flawless skin radiating an aura of quiet power, reminiscent of a Greek god. His sleek, chestnut-brown hair was tossed to the side, framing his well-defined face and heart-shaped lips. As he stood up, his muscles rippled beneath his skin, captivating in their sheer magnitude.

He strode into the bathroom, the soft glow of the lights illuminating his rugged features. Emerging refreshed, he entered his walk-in closet, where droplets of water still clung to his skin, rolling down his torso. The royal servants had already laid out his attire: a black velvet pant and coat that seemed tailored to perfection, matching the darkness of his aura. The fabric looked soft to the touch, inviting the senses to explore its texture.

Lord Alexander's imposing figure towered over the room, his 6.5-foot frame exuding an aura of authority. His ocean-blue eyes seemed to bore into the soul, their depths unfathomable and emotionless, adding to the intimidating presence that surrounded him. His shoulder-length hair framed his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline.

Despite his cold and terrifying aura, there was an underlying sense of power and control that drew the eye. Lord Alexander was a man of principles, strict yet loving in his rule. His unpredictability made him a formidable leader, and his calculative nature made it nearly impossible for his enemies to outmaneuver him. As the Superior Alpha, he ruled over the supernatural beings with an iron fist, his authority unquestioned.

As Lord Alexander strode towards the meeting room, his subjects parted to let him pass, their eyes cast downward in reverence. They knelt, baring their necks in a gesture of submission, their movements fluid and practiced. The air was thick with tension, the weight of his authority palpable.

Upon entering the meeting room, his beta, gamma, and senators rose from their seats, their faces set in respectful expressions. They, too, bared their necks, acknowledging his supremacy. The room was heavy with anticipation, the silence oppressive.

Lord Alexander's eyes, like icy blue pools, swept the room, their gaze unnervingly intense. His presence commanded attention, his very being exuding power and control. The people around him tread carefully, choosing their words with precision, lest they incur his displeasure.

The meeting commenced, the discussion centered on the upcoming coronation. Lord Alexander's voice, a deep, rich baritone, cut through the silence, his words dripping with authority. "I want security to be heightened on the day of the coronation. I will not tolerate any mishaps or unexpected guests. Ensure that only those invited are in attendance. I will not have our security breached."

His words hung in the air, a challenge to his team to prove their worth. Satisfied that the arrangements were in order, Lord Alexander rose from his seat, his movements economical and precise. He departed the meeting room, bound for his study, where the weight of his responsibilities awaited.

The burdens of being the Superior Alpha were crushing, the demands on his time and attention relentless. Yet, Lord Alexander shouldered the weight with ease, his dedication to his people unwavering. His path was clear, his will unshakeable.

As Lord Alexander immersed himself in a file in his study, his friends burst into his office, their presence a welcome respite from the weight of his responsibilities. Lord Fredrick, the Lord of the Skies, and Diego, his trusted Beta, strode in, their faces alight with mischief. Lord Alexander's eyes narrowed, his instincts warning him that their visit was not merely a social call.

"We're here to rescue you from the clutches of work," Diego said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Lord Alexander raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. He knew his friends too well, and their antics often left him questioning his sanity for associating with them.

With a resigned smile, Lord Alexander pushed aside his papers and followed his friends out of the office. They made their way to a cozy coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloping them as they entered. Lord Fredrick ordered a plate of steaks, and as they waited for their food, he launched into a lively discussion about Diego's love life.

Lord Alexander listened, a mixture of amusement and envy swirling in his chest. Diego had found his mate, and Lord Fredrick seemed to take great pleasure in teasing Lord Alexander about his own singleton status. "What happened to 'single forever,' Alex?" Lord Fredrick asked, his voice laced with mock accusation.

Lord Alexander rolled his eyes good-naturedly, wondering how Lord Fredrick managed to maintain his reputation as the Lord of the Skies. No one would believe the antics he got up to when no one was looking.

Just then, Lord Fredrick and Diego devolved into a heated argument over the last steak on the plate, their bickering and laughter filling the coffee shop. Lord Alexander shook his head, a smile spreading across his face as he recalled the countless times he'd found himself entangled in their escapades.

As he watched his friends, a sense of gratitude washed over him. Despite their differences, they had formed an unbreakable bond, one that had weathered the tests of time and responsibility.