Luna of the Cursed Alpha King (Helga and Siegren)

THE SOUND OF THEIR HEARTS beating wildly as they gazed intensely into each other's eyes, filled the bed chambers. Helga had already noticed that Siegren had a possessive side to him, but hearing and seeing it firsthand was certainly something else altogether. She felt captivated by his crimson gaze like the first time she laid her eyes on him, unable to pull away. A warm sensation then spread through her body and a smile crept onto her lips. Without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss him, pulling him closer with her arms wrapped around his neck.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"I love you," Helga said as she pulled away, gazing lovingly at his handsome face

while he returned her look with adoration. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arms securely around her waist.

"I love

you, too." Siegren smiled, "You don't hate it when I'm acting so possessive?"

"Why would I hate it? As long as it wasn't suffocating or hurting me, you can be obsessive or possessive all you want," A gentle laugh escaped her lips, pinching his cheek. She could feel Siegren's love surrounding her by just the way he stared at her, it was warm and genuine, in stark contrast to Ezra's empty words professing his love for her. She saw straight through his facade, knowing it was all just a ploy to win her back.

Her past relationship with him could not even compare to the deep connection she shared with her husband. Unlike Ezra, who never made any sacrifices for her, Siegren would do anything for her without hesitation. He was so devoted to her that he was even willing to cause war just for her sake.

"But wait, will you let Ezra stay here until he recovers?" she asked.

"I intended to send him away, but you informed me of his severe injuries. So, for now, I'll allow him to stay until he can shift back into his human form. After that, I'll bring him to the dungeon to persuade Miranda." Siegren replied with a sigh. The mere thought of that despicable man staying at the palace was enough to enrage him, but he had no choice but to put up with Ezra's presence on his territory for now because he still needed his help.

"I see," she said, recalling their previous conversation. "You mentioned that using commands is not possible in Miranda. Why do think it doesn't work on her?"

"I had no clue what was going on, but I could not feel her wolf. My mind control only affected werewolves like us. However, it doesn't work on wolfless, and it appeared that wench was now without her wolf."

Helga's eyes widened as a small gasp escaped her lips.

"Perhaps it had something to do with what happened during the Hunting Competition. Stella used her power on Miranda that day, and it could have had an impact on her inner wolf." Her brow furrowed in thought, her mind drifting back to that fateful day. But any lingering thoughts were quickly replaced by the feeling of his lips on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Not only that but she could feel his naughty hand slowly creeping up under her dress, gently tracing patterns on her thigh as he continued to kiss her. "W-what are you doing?"

"I want to make out... Can we?" Siegren tilted his head and looked at her with a playful twinkle in his eye, like a puppy begging for treats. She could feel his warm breath on her skin as he nuzzled her neck, causing her cheeks to flush with heat. She then let out a nervous laugh.

"We both know it will not simply end with just a make-out.” Helga playfully pinched his cheek, but she couldn't deny that a part of her wanted to indulge him. However, they needed to focus on more pressing matters and have a serious conversation. "Besides, we can't keep doing it in broad daylight,"

"Why not?" he raised a brow, acting all clueless even though he knew exactly what she meant, "I don't have much work to do today, and I would rather spend time with you than take a break."

"All right," Helga sighed defeatedly, "But we're just going to kiss, no touch-"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence when suddenly, Siegren captured her lips in a passionate kiss, leaving no room for arguments. His hand slid up from her thigh to grip the back of her neck, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer against him. She melted into his embrace, allowing herself to get lost in the moment.

She told him that not touching but before she knew it, their hands were already roaming each other's bodies as they eagerly explored one another's mouths. Just when things were getting too intense, Helga pulled away while panting.

"This is getting dangerous. You should go and hang out time with Sierra instead." Helga said, "I mean, I would love to spend time with you, but I think it's important for you to develop your bond with your sister slowly. After all, you two only seem to discuss work and responsibilities."

"Well... The air around us was always awkward when it's just the two of us," Siegren sighed, twirling Helga's hair around his fingers as he gazed into her eyes with a slight smile. "Maybe we should throw a welcoming party for her? Nothing too extravagant, since Sierra wasn't really fond of banquets just like me."

"Oh right, that's a great idea, I've actually been considering that as well. I wanted to talk to her about it when she decided to join the royal pack again, but I was too preoccupied with preparing myself to reveal my true identity." Helga stood up from his lap, taking his hand and leading him away with her. She needed to redirect his focus onto something else because if they stayed in the bed chambers, they might end up spending the whole day mating again.

"Come on, get dressed. We should go and talk to Sierra about her welcoming party."

"Right now?" Siegren questioned, watching how his wife dragged her to the closet and rummaged through the clothes there until she found a plain outfit for him. Knowing that he didn't have any pressing tasks for the day, she figured he would prefer to wear something casual, as he typically did when there were no important meetings or events to attend.

"We're short on time to prepare for the party, so we need to start planning immediately. Besides, the delegation from Narva will be here next month, and things are bound to get hectic once they arrive." Helga explained, handing him the clothes she had picked. As she did, she couldn't help but notice his amused chuckle and felt a faint blush creeping up her neck. "Why?" she asked but he just shook his head and accepted the clothes before lying them on the bed. After that, he began to undress, slipping off his robe to reveal his chiseled physique. Helga's breath caught in her throat, her eyes traced every defined muscle, every curve and line of his body. But when her gaze accidentally landed on his member, she was momentarily stunned by its size even though it wasn't awake. A surge of desire coursed through her, tempting her to reach out and touch it, but she forced herself to look away and regain control of her desire.

"I-I will just fix my hair since it has become disheveled from the wind earlier." She stuttered, rushing towards the vanity table and hastily pulling out the chair to sit in front of the mirror. Siegren couldn't help but let out a small laugh, fully aware of why she had suddenly become flustered. As much as he wanted to tease her, he held back and simply began getting dressed.