Chapter Six

Drakken paced his study, his disheveled thoughts duplicating with every second that passed as he could not wrap his head around what was happening to him.

How could the enemy's daughter be his mate? The man who planned a mutiny against the werewolves? Heaven forbade he would accept the traitor’s daughter as his mate and make her his Lunaqueen.

He has been waiting for this moment for so long and now this had to take place? He scoffed in disdain. If he could not kill her, he would keep the girl for his own sexual gratification.

That pretty little mouth of hers would be put to good use soon and the sheer anticipation of it made his groins tighten in his pants.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Drakken spun on a whim. The bearer of the voice stood at the doorway with the door ajar, his Gamma and best friend, George. Drakken had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not hear him knock, nor the door open.

"Close the door behind you. I have news,” Drakken surged icily, heading to his desk to recline.

"You seem not too delighted about it." George had known Drakken long enough to point out whenever he had one of those mood shifts. "What is it this time?" He asked, his ears itching to hear what was wrong.

"I found my mate." With a rise of George's left brow in confusion, Drakken knew he had to explain further his situation. "It is the traitor's daughter, the stripper, a common human. A human stripper as an Alpha King's mate sounds like the most awful thing the moon goddess could ever grant me, don't you think?"

A scowl marred his face as Drakken thought more about it. The moon goddess did play a fast one on him.

"You are not exactly a saint yourself,” George enthused. “In fact, I think you both are a perfect match."

"Do not be a clown!" Drakken lashed out, offended by his Gamma claims which put his mood in a much worse state than it was. That was not what he was expecting to hear after explaining she was the traitor's daughter. Was George thinking with his arse? "Do you really expect me to make a traitor's daughter my luna? I have spent years searching for the girl to take her life. You know it. Everyone in this palace knows it."

"Everyone also knows it is bad luck to kill your mate. You are being irrational about this," His friend drawled lazily, ambling towards the liquor cabinet.

Drakken agreed with George on that one. But that did not change his mind about making her Lunaqueen. "That is one of the reasons I will not kill her."

"What is the other reason?" George asked.

"She shall serve as my mistress. It has been quite lonely in the bedroom these days."

"Why don't you just set your differences aside and announce her as your mate? It is better that way, especially for the Kingdom... Don't forget with the full moon approaching, enemies are lurking, waiting to prey on your weakness."

Drakken shook his head to disagree. He hated her father too much to just set aside their differences. The man used to be a threat to the werewolves, so his daughter wouldn't see them differently. "It is not that easy. I would never take the girl as my mate, and that's it."

"Where is she now?"

He shrugged. "Locked up somewhere as she should be."

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Meanwhile, Eleanor tried forcing the door open when she awoke the next morning, but it did not budge. The girl that attended to her yesterday had mentioned something about how she was to remain in her room at all times. She did not mention anything about being locked in!

Eleanor banged the door repeatedly out of panic, the hardwood doors making her palms go red from the force. She could not care if she was bleeding at that point. She banged and kicked until the door flew open, two bulky guards frowning down at her. Their size would have terrified her if she was not livid.

"I-I need to speak to him," Eleanor spat out, trying to be brave.

"The king gave orders that you are to stay indoors and never come out."

"This is insane! You are all insane. Keeping me here against my wish is illegal. And once I get out of here, I will make sure every single one of you pays for this." They both knew she was bluffing. There was no possible way she could leave the palace unless the king sanctioned it.

"Take it up with the Alpha himself. I am just following orders, Miss."

"Move out of the way or I will scream my lungs out." Another bluff. Eleanor was about the size of the guard's legs and could not lift his finger even if she tried.

"Please step back into the room while we are being nice."

Eleanor scoffed, not believing what he was saying. "Nice? You call this being nice? How about_”

"That would be enough!" Beta Duncan stepped in to quiet the ruckus, signaling for the guards to leave.

"And who are you?" Eleanor asked, jutting her ruby chin in the air. One thing she was not going to let these werewolves do was intimidate her with their sizes. Were they all this hefty?

"I am the King’s beta. He has instructed me to move you to the mistress' quarters."

After sharing an eye combat which he won, she quietly followed him despite being mad. She could not recall giving in to the Alpha king's offer about taking her in as his mistress or slave. How dare he assume she would want to serve his needs, bedroom or not?

"Can I speak to him? I need to see my son."

"Your son would be fine as long as you do whatever he says." Beta Duncan briefly glanced at her over his large shoulders. "Just a tip: Do not provoke him."

"But_”

“I am not obliged to respond to any questions you may have, so you should keep them to yourself." He stopped at the first brass door when they turned to the next hall, pushed it open, and moved out of the way to let her pass through. "Prepare for tonight."

"Why? What is happening tonight?" She bit her tongue for asking. He obviously made it clear he would not be answering any of her questions.

"You would be joining the King in his room tonight," Beta Duncan replied much to her surprise, then shut the door behind him before more questions flew out of her mouth.

Eleanor paced the room in fright, anxiety eating her up from the insides. What would she do if she saw the King tonight? Beg to be released to see her son? Give in to his carnal desires?

She could not decide which.

A maid soon came to bring a gorgeous dress for her. She had never worn such an impressive piece her entire life, not even at the brothel. The pieces of materials showed off plenty amount of cleavage that should be considered tempting. But did she really have a choice? No. Of course not. Eleanor was at the mercy of the Alpha king and she had accepted that now, could not do anything to fight it.

That evening, the same guard from earlier came to take her to the King’s chamber, the man's wandering eyes settling on her bosom every now and then.

Bastard!

He left her at the King’s doorstep and left wordlessly. With shaky hands and trembling feet, Eleanor knocked and at his consent pushed the door open, and entered.

Standing by the fireplace and waiting on nothing but his loose breeches was the King. Eleanor got a good view of his bare chest when he turned around and her mouth instantly dried up.

"Hello, stripper." That sly grin appeared on his lips.

"Wh-why am I here?" She mustered in a small voice, swallowing to wet her parched throat.

"To do what you do best...” Drakken's dark grin remained in place. "Strip."

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