The Alpha King’s Possession

Chapter 18

18. His Apology

MORGANA

My heart thudded as I stared down at him. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Morgana.

The way my name sounded on his tongue… My stomach knotted and my core throbbed, just at that. How could someone I hate so much have this effect on me? I was already weak and being in the blazing sun was only making matters worse. Maybe the heat and light were getting to me.

“I know you want to torture me, but really, unless you want me to collapse due to the sun, then let me go.” I said coldly.

A frown creased those gorgeous thick brows of his. He didn’t say anything, simply turned and pulled me ‘ down the steps.

“Can you stop pulling me! What do you want?” I glared at his back, trying not to notice the way his sky blue top stretched over his muscles…

He stopped suddenly, and I almost stumbled before he pulled me into an alcove, the shade instantly taking away the weight of the sun that was pushing down upon me. I felt relieved, taking a deep breath as I leant against the cool stone. His entire frame was blocking the sun out, and he finally let go of my wrist, instead placing his hand on the wall beside my head.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth last night?”

His question took me by surprise, I just crossed my arms, trying to put some distance between us, my gaze flickering to his plump lips. I looked away, refusing to answer.

“That Omega told me what happened today… Why did you cover for her?” He asked coldly.

I looked up at him sharply. Had she told him or was this a trick?

“I have no idea what you mean, I am a cruel bloodsucker, I don’t have compassion.” I said, glaring at him.

But for once, he didn’t seem phased.

“Oh yeah? Then why did that girl lie? Shall I punish her for that?”

My heart thudded, but still, I was worried.

“Alistair also admitted to it.” He added quietly.

Oh…

“She was scared, so I told her to leave.” I said icily.

“Why care for her, she’s just a beast correct?”

He leaned closer and I wondered did he not know what personal space was? His deep, alluring scent always messed with me, and the urge to taste his blood was filling my head.

“She isn’t one. Unlike you and your warriors, she is just a simple young woman living her life.” I said, placing my hands on his chest and trying to push him back, only for him to step closer.

“Who knew the Vampire Princess had a heart?” He asked coldly.

I was no longer a princess. A familiar sting tugged at my chest, but I ignored it.

“You don’t know a lot about me, Alpha. But I do have a heart, one that influences my every decision. I care with passion, I love with passion, and I hate with that same passion. I won’t let an innocent person

suffer, regardless of who they are, I am not a monster like you.”

His eyes were unreadable, but I didn’t feel any anger from him. His other hand reached up, but rather than clamp around my throat as he seemed to love to do, he ran his fingers through my hair, surprising me.

My heart thudded as I tensed, but despite that, my stomach was a mess of butterflies. He stepped even closer, his feet now on either side of mine, I pressed my back against the wall behind me, my hands squeezed between our chests. I tried not to pay attention to his hard, firm body beneath my fingertips.

“So much hate doesn’t suit you, my little she-devil.” He said quietly.

My cheeks flushed. What was he doing? His voice was confusing me. Why was he being so… So… My eyes fluttered shut when his knuckles brushed my neck, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. His hot, minty breath fanned my face, and I knew if I opened my eyes I’d be lost in those hazel orbs of his.

“This time… I was wrong… and for that, I admit it… Drink.” He murmured sexily.

My eyes snapped open, my heart thudding as his fingers laced into my hair. Tugging me closer, his nose brushed mine, and for a moment I wondered how he’d taste, and I didn’t mean his blood…

Focus Morgana.

A hint of a smirk curled the comer of his mouth before he arched his neck to me. To my kind, that was an act of submission. Did he not realise that? He was willingly allowing me to drink from him. I could even try to rip him to pieces, maybe when I was stronger.

I reached up, wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, ignoring the sun’s heat on my fingers. His body pressed against mine as I reached up, extracting my fangs. I bit into his neck, feeling him tense. I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips as I let the deep, rich liquid trickle down my throat. With each suck, my energy returned; so I sucked harder, drinking faster, my fangs still sunk into his neck.

My breath hitched when I felt him throb against me, his arms wrapping around me tightly, crushing me into him.

Fuck… My own core clenched and I wished I was a little taller, so his manhood was pressed against the ache that only he could ignite within me. The very realisation made my heart rate increase. I didn’t get it, this hatred, this attraction… I couldn’t deny either.

His hand ran over my back, and I removed my hand from his chest, settling it on his am, not wanting anything between us.

Was it really just an infatuation? Why did his body seem to react so well to me? Even when he was kissing Sage, his body was not crushed against hers like this.

Sage.

Alpha Kian Araqiel.

Reality hit me in the face, and I realised I’d had enough. I moved back, licking up the blood, not missing the way his breath hitched.

Let go of me.

He took a moment, seeming to come out of the haze. I know drinking one’s blood was pleasurable for both parties, but I had never felt so turned on before and never had I been in such compromising positions if I did drink blood from the body. It would usually be from behind…

His strong arms were still wrapped around me, looking down at me, our faces inches apart. His gaze flickered to my lips before he looked sharply into my eyes.

“I apologise for last night.” He said quietly, making my eyes fly open in shock.

A small smile crossed my lips after a moment, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Is the Alpha actually admitting he made a mistake?” I couldn’t help but comment.

His eyes narrowed and I was ready for him to lash out, only for him to exhale and clench his jaw.

“I’m still a person, I can make mistakes just like anyone else.” He said coldly. “Or do you think you’re perfect and have never made any?”

Were we actually having a conversation? I was very aware of our bodies pressed together, moulded.

together, as if we were created to be one. Something that was not even possible.

“Perfect? Far from it, but in your eyes, I’m not a person but a devil, right?”

I raised an eyebrow; it was taking me my all not to run my hand over the plains and curves of every muscle in his arm.

“She-devil there’s a difference,”

“Oh? Will the baby Alpha care to explain what the difference is?” I asked, airily.

A small smirk crossed his lips and for the first time since I saw him, I saw a flicker of amusement on his handsome face. He looked a thousand times hotter, if that was even possible. My stomach fluttered, as he tilted his head slightly.

“Since you’re ever the smart one, I’ll let you figure it out, sunshine.” He mocked.

“Well, you always act like the smart one. Why don’t you fill me in?” I shot back lightly.

“All in good time…” He ended, his smirk fading as our eyes met.

Dark red against dreamy hazel…

“Who says you have time, Alpha?”

“You’re mine. I assure you, we have time.”

Neither of us broke eye contact. His gaze dipped to my lips, and I licked them, swallowing hard. My mind was a storm. What were we doing? He leant down, closing the gap between us, but before those plump lips of his could touch mine, I turned my head away. His lips grazed my jaw, leaving a tingle in its wake and m. y heart beating louder than a thousand drums.

I felt him tense. Reality hit us both and he let go of me, stepping back.

I looked up at him, the sun shone down on him, and he really did look like a perfect god…

But one moment, didn’t fix anything. I don’t know why he distracted me, but at the end of the day, he was still the man who was probably behind my father’s death; the same man who had brought me here as a slave, the same man who kept me tied and thrown into a cell.

No words were spoken as we simply stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before he turned away and walked off, without uttering a word. I closed my eyes leaning back against the wall.

I stayed there for a few minutes, trying to regain my senses.

“What are you to him?”

I looked up sharply to see the man from the other day. From what I had gathered that day in my pained state, he was the king’s elder brother, Cain.

My heart thundered, I hadn’t even sensed him approaching.

“Just a slave.” I said smoothly.

I didn’t like this man… There was something off with him.

“One he treats incredibly well..” He said, his eyes trailing over my body, so much so that I almost recoiled i n disgust.

“Well, it’s a shame you can’t learn from him.” I shot back, turning to walk off.

“Kian isn’t one to keep slaves. There must be something about you that makes him want to keep you.”

“Well, I hate him.” I said coldly, relieved when I saw the kitchen stairs.

To my relief, he stopped before he came into view.

“I know you’re here against your will, and I can help you, Morgana Araton, princess of the Sanguine. Empire. Let’s join hands, and I give you my word that I can help you get home.” His words were low, yet I could hear the power in them. I glanced back at him, and he simply smiled, “Think about it.”

I didn’t say anything, hurrying towards the kitchen entrance… His words echoed in my head. A chance at freedom… But what would the cost be?