Confessions of the Alphas

< Serena >

Paintings.

I always love them. Whenever there was an art show near Manhattan, I make it a point to go, check the artworks and possibly buy one. Or two. Or three of them.

What I look for in a painting are the strokes the painter uses, the use of colors and how they blend in with the picture in general, and of course, the drawing.

I'm a sucker for fantasy-inspired paintings. Fantastical landscapes, still pictures, mythical creatures, men and women wearing weird clothing, oh yes. I collect them all. They always reach out to a part of my soul that I had been guarding since I lost my parents. They always call out to a part of me that I'm not sure what.

Maybe, my parents as painters could be a reason. They influenced my tastes after all. But deep inside me, I knew there was always something special about these type of paintings that I couldn't quite figure out.

One rainy day, I ran across an antique shop in downtown Manhattan about to be closed by the bank for bankruptcy. The different antique displays were spread all over the street in the hopes that some passers-by would still buy them.

I caught sight of a beautiful painting of a landscape. Breathtaking it was and purely, for lack of a better word, out-of-this-world. The painting showed a mountain range with its slopes covered in autumn trees. In the center of this mountain range, just nestled on top the hill, was a silver castle. The details were extraordinary. Magical even. I couldn't resist its call, so in the end, I bought it. Plus, I didn't want it to be wet with the rain. I wanted to give it a home.

The antique shop owner, an old lady probably in her late sixties, was gracious enough to give me a discount considering the painting had smudges on the edges due to its aged state. I was kind enough to refuse it. If she was in bankruptcy, at least my full payment of the painting would help her in some way.

"May the magic be with you always, " she said with a smile as we parted.

I just shrugged my shoulders never really thinking much of about her words.

I didn't know then, it had meaning.

The first night the painting was with me, I dreamed about magical creatures: behemoths in the sky, beautiful mermaids swimming in the ocean, and fairies hiding in the woods. The dream was lovely. I didn't want it to end.

The second night, I dreamed about the castle on the hill. It was beckoning me, wanting me to go there. I woke up in the middle of the night panting. Not knowing exactly what got me so worked up.

The third night, my dream brought me inside the castle. It was enormous with arched roofs and glass walls. In a blink of an eye, I was sent to a bed chamber. The sheets were covered with an embroidery of an insignia: a profile of what looked like an animal--a wolf--and around it were curves, lines and symbols I have never come across. It was beautifully colorful.

But what really captured my attention was the one lying on it. It was a man and from the looks of it, the king of the castle as he had a crown on top his head screaming almighty powerful.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that made my eyes pop.

It was a certain body part of his that stood like a rod as if saying hi to me. It was located down south. Really, really down south. Lower than his waist and just between his thighs.

His right hand, oh yes, it was on a fist, wrapping securely that body part of his like it was its second skin.

The thing that woke me up from that weird dream was when he decided to start pumping his hand and groaned like it was the best fucking masturbation he had.

I had to take in deep breaths just to calm myself down. One, two, three. One, two, three. But I knew I was fooling myself. I felt wet, hot and bothered by it and I stayed like that for the whole day until the fourth night came.

The dream didn't start with anything magical or downright erotic really. It was just me inside my bed, lying like a log, unmoving, yet inside my head, I heard an ethereal voice -- a woman's voice -- calling out to me to stand up and touch the painting.

And like a puppet, I did. The next thing I knew, I was waking up inside that castle's majestic bed chamber with the said King on top me.

< Aero >

On his deathbed, my father gave the crown to me, but he let me promise that I'd get a queen in the next three days.

Three fucking days.

Of course, considering he was dying and that I desired the throne all my life, I had to agree, but deep inside me, I knew I was lying.

Fast forward ten years later, I still didn't fulfill his wish and not a ounce of guilt crept inside my mind.

I hated women. All of them in general. And that probably all stemmed because my mother, Olivia, the Queen of Phanteon, decided to bed another man. Lots of them. She had an insatiable appetite for all things cock-related. My father's was unfortunately not enough. In the end, driven mad by jealousy and betrayal, he killed my mother. Only a few people knew about it and the kingdom was fed with false information that she died because of an illness.

Lately, my ministers had pressured me to taking a queen. Or at least own a harem that would cater to my sexual needs.

Those ministers that did that -- they were six feet on the ground now. And the harem that they started? Well... let's just say my army was grateful to me.

I don't have a fear of women really. I abhor them and all of the kingdom knew it.

Hence, most, if not all of the staff of the castle, were male. The female staff had to hide themselves whenever I'm near, else they'd be beheaded on the spot.

But don't get me wrong. As a King, I'm benevolent. I'm fair. And I see to the welfare of my people be it of the opposite gender or not.

I just don't want to see a woman inside my castle or even entertain the thought of having a queen.

So, with that said, you could say I was pretty surprised when a woman suddenly materialized under me when I was just about to drop myself into the bed.

Our eyes met, both wide with surprise and confusion. She had her arms spread on each sides, her chest rising and falling double time. Her legs were spread apart. I was in between it and I couldn't deny the brief press of my sudden erection against that fleshy part down her abdomen.

At first, I felt disgusted, but the next second, I felt...

No. Certainly it was just a play of my mind.

Going back to the matter at hand, my hands were paralyzed, not knowing exactly what to do. Should I shove her away? Should I bring her up from the bed while fisting that waterfall of black hair? Or should I behead her like I would usually order my guards to do -- not like that ever happened to date, but a good demonstration to all my subjects would be a delightful idea to let them know I'm truly a man of my word.

Neither of my ideas actually happened, for in a span of two seconds, my double doors burst open and in came my audacious younger brother, Elijah. He didn't even have the gall to knock on my bedroom door and that meant he was in trouble over something only I could fix.

"Oh, what do we have here? I guess the rumors aren't true after all, " he said, an amused tone in his voice clear.

I groaned. "This is not what you think."

Glaring at the mysterious, tongue-tied woman, I stood up and pulled myself away from her lightning quick. At the sight of her two abominations��breasts��I cringed. She wore a yellow chemise that left little to the imagination. I wasn't surprised. My whore of a mother used to wear it when seducing her men.

The said garment was almost see-through. The outline of her nipples were as clear as day. Her legs, widely spread to my horror, showed the smoothness of her inner thighs. Luckily, she wore a covering that hid that despicable part of her as a woman. I haven't seen such a covering before. What was the name of that thing again I heard from my soldiers? Panties? Maybe this was a fashion the women of my kingdom use to blindly put men into submission.

'Maybe I'll pass on a decree to rid of such horrid thing.'

When our eyes connected again, she actually had the sense to look surprised and fearful.

Not my first time really. All women I come in contact with be it a princess of some neighboring kingdom or a priestess would show fear in their eyes. They knew my reputation already.

But this mysterious woman, from showing fear, actually had the audacity to frown at me in the next second. She covered her body with the available bedding within her reach and shot me a glare.

"What kind of prank is this?" she yelled. "I demand an answer!"

'She demands an answer?'

I scoff. What a bold but reckless woman she is. Does she have loose screws in her head? Does she not know I'm her King?

"No, I, demand an answer, woman." The muscles of my jaw became taut. My eyes turned to slits as I stared at her glare head on. "I'm your King. You, however, are a nobody. Who told you to suddenly poof your way inside my chamber, into my bed, under me no less, and demand an explanation?"

Suddenly, she appeared lost for a moment, her brows furrowing, and couldn't speak.

My younger brother saw this as a chance to butt in. "I'm not sure what you guys are trying to prove by acting as if you're both strangers, " he clucked his tongue and grinned at me, "but it seems to me, brother, judging from what I saw earlier, my problem is solved. Just tell me you really like women and be done with it. I clearly saw both of you ready to fuck. You can't say I'm imagining things!"

"This is a prank right? Tell me this is just a prank, " the woman cried out, her voice shaky and desperate.

Finally, she decided to leave the mattress and stood on the other side of the bed, a distance away from me and Elijah.

I would have to order my attendants to change my bedding stat.

"I was just inside my room, " she continued, her eyes wandering from the room to us. "I heard a woman's voice. She told me to touch the painting. I did and then suddenly, I'm here. It's pretty much a God-damned prank to me." She turned to Elijah with another glare and then to me and continued, "Who are you and who told you to do this?!"

I was beyond pissed with her demanding voice.

Without thinking, I crossed the room and went straight to her in purposeful strides. "Woman, nobody, " I said as I neared her, "I repeat, nobody talks to me like that. You are trespassing the royal chamber. You are disrespecting your King. You have shamefully stripped yourself in front of me. You have raised your voice to both two royals. Need I say more? For your transgressions, you will be beheaded on the first light of day."

Fear crossed her eyes again, but it was only brief because she suddenly burst out laughing. One that was belly deep and full.

"Oh my God, you're the best actor I have seen in my entire life!" She placed a hand on my bare shoulder and patted me. Patted me!

The gall of this woman...

"And the setting. Wow. The details of this room sure look striking." She sashayed past me and then enthusiastically studied my Kingdom's emblem embroidered on my bedding. "Wow." She voiced out, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

I was taken off-guard for a moment. Her smile was disarming.

"Seriously, what did you guys do huh? Rent the whole bloody Hollywood for me? Who set you up? I'm sure it was Jenny, right? My cousin can be theatrical sometimes."

What was this woman blabbering about?

Elijah and I exchanged glances. Confusion swirling in our heads.

'Tell me this is just your ploy to make me think you still hate women, brother, ' he mind linked. I tossed him a good, stern look and answered, ��No. As I said, she just materialized in front of me. I didn't bring her here and we were certainly not about to fuck.��

'Wow, ' he shook his head slowly, looking amazed. 'Talk about a rip-off.' He watched as the woman sauntered from corner to corner of my bedroom looking for who-knows-what. He tossed me another good look and I swear I clearly saw the cogs on his brain turning. ��Okay, I'll take it from here, �� he told me, grinning from ear to ear. ��You just...uhm...keep your mouth shut. She won't see you attractive if you keep up with your stingy attitude."

'What's that supposed to mean?' I growled but he dismissed me, instead establishing a conversation with her again.

"It seems you have been misguided, Beautiful. This is not a prank. You are truly inside the King's chamber. If you so kindly look outside the balcony, you'll see I am telling the truth."

Elijah gestured to the grand balcony I had left open and beamed a smile on her way.

The woman seemed to consider it. She slowly moved outside, sweeping the long see-through curtains I have to the side as she walked past it, and then stood in the center of my balcony.

The sight of her back with her straight brown hair had me swallowing a nonexistent lump in my throat. I had never had a woman in my chamber before, even more so in my arms. To see her standing there in my balcony wrecked the normal beating of my heart. I hated it.

"Oh God, this is...this isn't real." She shook her head and then turned to face us again.

Through the sheer curtain, our eyes met again. Hers was a mixture of more confusion, utter surprise and dread. Mine was all pride.

"Oh, but we are, " I said, the tone of my voice turning low, predatory, "so if you don't want your head cut off, you would do well to respect me."

She gasped audibly, took a step back and tightened her grip on the bedding. "My head?" she murmured shakily, her face a painting of real fear. "My..."

Then, I saw her eyes roll back. From where she stood, her balance simply disappeared. She was hurtling down the floor faster than I could react, but luckily, before her head contacted the ground, Elijah was quick to catch her. He was known across the Kingdom to be the fastest werewolf there is. Well, second to their King at least.

Cradled by his arms, her head hung low, her eyes squeezed shut. Whatever had made her unconscious, I didn't care. It would be easier to dispose of her like this.

My brother looked at me, displeased. It was the first time I had seen him like this.

"Brother, don't scare her away please, " he said, shaking his head. "She's my only chance at freedom."

"What are you talking about, Elijah?" I barked, my brows knotting.

He looked surprised for a moment and then an amused smile reshaped the grim line of his mouth.

"The council didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I asked. Nothing escapes my attention unless it was something I purposefully ignored.

Elijah tsk'd and sighed deeply.

"Father knew you wouldn't take a wife after his death despite your promise, " he started. With that sentence alone, I had a feeling I wouldn't like what would come next. "So, to solve that problem, he set a limit to your kingship. You'll kiss your crown goodbye if you didn't take a wife forty days after your twenty-eight birthday."

"What?!" I bellowed. The hell didn't I know this?

My birthday was three days from now. For a normal man blessed with good looks and wealth, forty days would have been easy to procure a wife, but to me, it was close to impossible. I prefer to go to war with the Fae Realm than woo a woman.

Shit.

"You could only imagine how that sounded to me, " my brother went on, his jaw tensing. "I'm the next in line to the crown, but you know I don't want it. Just thinking about the duties give me chills."

He looked back at the woman and as quick as a blink, his expression lightened. He smiled again.

"However, it seems the Goddess has smiled down on you, brother. The timing is just perfect. Look at her. She's your ticket to your marital problems. She's my ticket to freedom."

"She's my ticket to a big ass headache, " I quipped. "She appears to be clueless of where she is and who we are. My suspicion is, she came from a different realm. She could be anything and I don't want that." I cast a cold look at the woman and snarled. "I don't need a wife. I don't need a Queen. I've told the council that over and over again."

"But your kingdom needs an heir, " Elijah replied. "If you won't give them, who else will?"

"You will, " I answered without hesitation. "You have a number of women in your lap, Elijah. You probably have a brood as we speak. Let one of your firstborns be my heir."

"And risk a rebellion?" he frowned at me. "Aero, you are the rightful ruler. I am just your step-brother. I'm not cut out for this stuff and so are my sons..." He cleared his throat and shrug his shoulders, "Well...if I do have one, but that's not the point. As your Royal Adviser, I advise you to take this woman. She materialized under you for crying out loud. Doesn't that mean something?"

"I hate women. I hate their guts. I abhor their bodies, " I stated pointblank. "If you won't help me fix this problem, then I'll fix it on my own. I'm the Alpha King of Phanteon. I'll overwrite our father's decree."

"Good luck with that then, " he snapped.

I rolled my eyes heavenward in response to his statement, then I turned away from them and walked out of the balcony.

"Take her to the dungeon. She'll rot there for as long as possible."

< Serena >

I woke up surprisingly without a pounding headache despite remembering I lost consciousness in the middle of a balcony��the so-called King's balcony no less. I should have hit the ground, gained a concussion or maybe broken my spine, but I felt as healthy as I was before all these hullabaloo started. Either the balcony had seriously soft ground or my fall was cut��I couldn't really remember what happened after I lost consciousness, but either way, it was to my advantage.

All memories of over the last few hours��or minutes? or days? I don't really now��had returned to me like flood the moment my eyes flitted open. My instant comment was, 'Yes, I'm actually inside a fantasy world, how great is that?!" But my sane mind interjected, reminding me that yeah, my head was under threat of dismemberment. That arrogant man who called himself King promised I'd be beheaded in the first light of day.

Quickly, I surveyed myself and the place I was in. I was on a bed with very soft mattress and pillows, wearing a rather silky short dress that was up to the knee. I scrunched up my nose. Clearly, I wasn't on my own bed and in my pajamas, and that meant I wasn't dreaming the events I remembered with those men.

The bed was a four-poster, its thick drapes were spread up to cover the mattress entirely. Darkness enveloped me inside. I had to extend my arm just so I could reach the cloth and check the outside environment.

My heart skipped a beat. It was daylight. Possibly even morning. Meaning, my time was up and I'd likely kiss my head goodbye soon.

A feeling of dread washed over me then.

"Oh no..." I muttered, shaking my head. "No, no, no, no, no! I got to find a way out of this place!"

I scrambled to leave the bed, pushing myself out of the darkness and into the light. When my feet hit the cold, shiny floor that's when I saw two guards standing near an open door on the right, dressed in armors and helmets. They looked seriously like Mobile Legend wannabes with all the dangerous vibe and pointed, heavy-looking spears.

I placed a hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp. Despite their covered faces, I felt their eyes on me, but luckily, they didn't move. Not an inch. Just like those guards in the Buckingham Palace. Good.

Turning around, I looked for another way out of the room. There was a second door on the left, near the bed, so slowly so as not to arouse suspicion, I neared it. Once inside, I groaned, feeling disappointed upon seeing the familiar set-up of a comfort room with glass walls and a huge, steaming pool.

"You'll find the water very comforting on your skin once you dip in the pool. Try it, I insist, " a male voice suddenly stated behind me.

I whirled around to see my intruder and there he was, the man whom I remembered to be the King's brother.

"I am Prince Elijah at your service, brother of King Aero of the Kingdom of Phanteon, Royal Adviser to His Majesty and a self-confessed ladies man. May I know your name, Beautiful Maiden?"

Instead of answering him, I furrowed my brows and said, "Pleasantries are useless when you are here to assist me to my doom."

"Doom?" his brow arched up and he looked confused. "What made you think of that?"

I scoffed. What was this man playing at?

"If I recall correctly, your cruel brother sentenced me to death by beheading for stupid reasons."

"Oh, no, don't worry about that, " he quickly shook his head. "He was just talking nonsense. Don't take it personally."

"He threatened me, " I placed a hand on my chest. "Of course, I'd take it personally."

But my show of bravado was ignored. He just shrugged his shoulders and looked unconcerned.

"You'll get used to it, promise. Plus, my brother doesn't always have that acidic attitude. You'll find that he has a caring side too."

"What makes you think I want to know more about him?" I hissed. "I'm supposed to be at home. Where is this place anyway and why am I here?"

As much as I'm a fan of Fantasy, I didn't think staying in this place would be healthy. One, I have no idea how to survive: I have no money, no shelter to call my own, no belongings even, and no Akita, my favorite Siberian husky pet to give me my daily dose of happy pill. Second, I'm not even sure where this place is. It seems like Earth to me, but I don't know what food they eat or if they even eat at all. Them using English as a language was a bonus, but still, that advantage was outweighed by the many disadvantages.

The man named Prince Elijah didn't seem offended by my authoritative tone of voice. He looked amused even.

"Well, uhm, instead of bringing you to the dungeon as per the King's wishes, I took you to this manor instead, " he answered. "This place is far from the castle, don't worry. This is a safe place for you to stay while we sort your uhm...situation. You said so yourself you just touched a painting and then poof, you were suddenly transported to the King's bed."

I hesitantly nodded. "Yes, that's a simple way to put it." I couldn't wrap my head around what had actually happened back in my room, but at least now, I had somebody who might have information, or at least that's what I hoped he has.

"The King's guess is as good as mine, you may have come from a different realm, " the prince stated. "Can you morph into a creature? Show fangs instead? Or drink blood? Maybe cast spells? Produce scales and horns? Or maybe you're like those Fae people with their ethereal beauty and irresistible sensuality. You certainly are beautiful and sexy, definitely perfect for my bro��"

"What are you talking about?" I frowned. Whatever he was going with his conversation, I didn't want any part in it. This man must have had his head deformed. If I'm right, he was certainly referring to cryptozoology stuff.

"Hmmm, judging from your answer and your odd reactions last night, I now know what you are, " he bobbed his head up and down as if sure with his guess. "You're a human."

I blinked many times when he said it and for a moment, I wanted to laugh.

"So are you, " I replied, tossing him a pointed look from head to foot. I mean come'on, it was a no brainer. He looked like human in my eyes. He had a normal-looking head, limbs and torso. And he even had a bulge��maybe not as visible as the King's, but a bulge still��under his pants that housed that anatomical part for procreation and other purposes...

The prince then laughed a little. "Oh no, no, no. I'm different. I...uhm...well, this is difficult. How do I say this." He scratched his head looking almost shy. "Since the realms were created, there never has been a report where a human trespassed worlds. We made sure humans were clueless of our existence and we kept that law sacred, even until now. You are the first in this Kingdom to appear."

"Realms?" I parroted, almost choking up the word. "That's quite a strong word to use. Let me guess, you are creatures that only exist in books."

"Pft!" Now the man truly laughed out loud. I glared at him, taking offense on his action.

Luckily, a few seconds later he stopped.

"I'm sorry, that was wrong of me, but I can't help it. We are real after all, " he declared. "We are not just characters in books. You are in the Kingdom of Phanteon. A world where only werewolves and lycans exist."

That's it. This prince really had a brain damage, but after all I experienced last night and these past few minutes, I certainly could tell he was telling the truth.

"Werewolves... Lycans..." I tested each word on my tongue. They felt rough and unusual, and totally bonkers, but another part of me was trying to make good sense of the words. "You mean like Teen Wolf and Underworld?"

Prince Elijah opened his mouth, looking dumb. "I don't get what you're saying. Is that a thing in the human world?"

'Huh, ' my mind laughed at the irony.

"I'd already tag you as a certified nutjob if it wasn't for this weird room I'm in or the guards flamboyantly dressed near the doorway. I remember what I saw last night too: a balcony view of a settlement that I'd only believe exist in the fantasy world, and I remember just how instantly I changed locations after touching the painting, like magic, so I'd say you are really telling the truth."

"I like that your dissecting information in a rather calm way, " he grinned.

"What would you have me do? Shout like a lunatic? Ask you to��what?��transform in front of me? No way that's going to happen. I already passed out last night because of sudden surprise. I don't want that to happen again."

"May I know your name please?" he suddenly changed subject. This time, I could tell in his eyes he was being genuine.

"Serena McAllister, " I blurted out.

"Hmm, Vas��lissa Serena. I like the sound of it."

At that, I tossed him a confused and sharp look. What was he talking about? I'm pretty sure he used Greek language, but what did the word meant? And how does this man know how to speak English and Greek to begin with?

"Anyway, I know some people who might have an answer to your situation, " he walked past the door and into the interior of the bathroom, stood near the steaming pool and stared at me again. "Who could even bring you back to the human realm. I'll help you, but in return, you must help me too."

I hauled in a deep breath.

"I'm not sure if I should trust you, " I said without any hesitation.

He placed a fist right on his chest and briefly dipped his head towards me.

"I'm the King's brother. I'm a royal and royals always keep their word. Plus, I just saved your life from execution haven't I?"

At this point in my life, I didn't think trusting him would harm me. Considering the situation, I didn't have much advantage to begin with. I'm vulnerable in this kingdom he called Phanteon and as much as I hated it, he was my only hope for survival and returning to my home.

I hissed. "Okay, point taken. What do you want me to do?"

"Oh well, nothing, " he was for a moment a little hesitant to continue. "I just...well..I want you to rid of the King's hate of women."

"Your brother hates women?" I asked, taken aback. No wonder the prick looked at me like a pest last night. Does he actually have gynophobia? That's tough.

"Yeah, " the prince trailed off, "it's an issue the Kingdom has for many years now and because of it, we are having difficulties getting an heir."

My jaw tensed. "If you're saying I carry his children then I'm out."

Don't get me wrong, I love children. I even volunteered to work in a nearby orphanage house to take care of the orphans once a week after my day job. I just didn't like the idea of spreading my legs in exchange for a favor. That's just downright immoral. I wouldn't stoop that low even if it meant I wouldn't be able to return to my world and be stranded in this God-damned realm.

"No, " the prince quickly answered, but then he diverted his eyes from me to the pool and trailed off once again. "No... I just want you to gradually desensitize him using your presence��just your presence and maybe establish conversation too? One that will not lead to an argument? My brother is very blunt with his words."

I groaned inwardly. "I'm aware. I got a taste of it last night."

"Well, good, " he flashed a grin. "You have a head start. Is it a deal then?"

"If you promise I could return home, then it's a deal, " I boomeranged.

"Promise..." He trailed off the third time. It was getting on my nerves. I shouldn't trust this man completely.

"When will we start?" I asked.

He smiled at me and answered, "Now, actually. This manor is the King's sanctum. He always comes here everyday." He looked up at the giant glass dome directly above the pool, stared at it for a couple of seconds and then continued, "Right about now actually. He is on his way here, so that means I probably should get going. I certainly don't want to receive his ire early in the morning. He'd likely put two and two together and will immediately blame me for your presence here."

"What?!" I gasped, surprised by his words. I didn't think I'd be seeing the King so soon and here in this place no less. "I thought I'd only meet the King in court and royal gatherings, " I voiced out as he walked past me and into the bedroom. "That's usually the case in my world, not unless I'm family or the...mistress of the King, but I'm not. Don't you think I'd be sentencing my head again when he sees me here? He certainly didn't approve when I appeared in his chamber last night."

Prince Elijah paused from walking and gave me a thumbs up, "You'll be fine. I have great faith in you."

"That's not very assuring, Your High��ness, " I frowned at him.

"I'll see you in the castle soon." He winked at me and without a wave goodbye, waltzed out of the room leaving me to defend myself against the biggest, baddest wolf in this Kingdom.

Literally.