A treaty between four kings II

A Treaty Between the Four Kings II

Hunter’s POV

I have wanted her as soon as I set my eyes on her in that hall, and now that I have her, I still want her. She is not entirely mine, and that disturbs me. The way in which she had come with us after Alpha Gordon’s announcement also disturbs me.

After the little show of dragging her out of my sight, I had met him privately to tell him I was interested in the woman he rejected, but I had not imagined he would humiliate her that way in front of all his pack members.

Making a spectacle of giving her to me as spoils for the treaty. Not only did he hurt me, he also deeply wounded my pride, and I don’t think I could ever forgive him for that.

I lean towards her, but she scuttles away. “Are you okay?”

She does not reply. There is plenty of fear in her eyes, and that hurts me too. To think of all the things she might have been through at the hands of that jerk.

“We will get to my house soon.” I continue. “So, you can relax. Me and my brothers will never hurt you.”

Not with what you mean to us.

She glances up at me but says nothing. Her hands are wrung together on her thighs, and the noises she keeps making affect me. My wolf is going berserk inside of me, and the longer I stay in close proximity with her, the more my control slips.

“You should be thankful my brothers are not here.” I joked to lighten up the mood. “I’m sure they would have devoured you by now. They don’t have as much control as I do.”

I realise too late that my words have done the opposite of what I actually wanted.

“That’s not—that’s not what I mean.” I stutter. “You know what? We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Loraine’s POV

Alpha Hunter’s home is a mega-mansion the size of a village. When the driver pulls up in front of what looks more like a tourist centre than a home, Alpha Hunter immediately opens my door for me and lets me out gently.

Again, I feel a tickle where his hand touches my skin, and for a brief moment, I don’t want him to let go until I realise what situation I am in.

Gordon, that jerk.

“You will stay here with us—my brother and me—until we have figured out what is going on.”

I swallow the fear that’s bubbling inside of me. “What do you mean by what’s going on?” My voice cracked. “Is something going on?”

His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth to say something, but his brothers arrive.

“Let’s go in,” one of them says. “Kris would take you to your room. We’ll come to you shortly to explain what is going on. We are sorry for what happened.”

I swallow hard. Are they really apologising to me for this, or am I dreaming? These extraordinarily gorgeous men, whom I have just been given as a fucking gift, are concerned about me.

“It’s alright, Preston.” Alpha Hunter says. “I’ll take her to her room.”

He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me into the house.

The grandeur of the mansion takes my breath away. I don’t have time to admire the high ceilings, glistening chandeliers, and wide-open space before he leads me up a flight of stairs and through a narrow hall.

“This would be your room.” He turns towards me when we stop in front of a room. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there. Alpha Gordon can be quite... well, he hasn’t been known for being the most considerate person.”

He takes a step back and encourages me to go in with a nod of his head. “Please make yourself at home. I assure you, my brothers and I are most civilised.”

I nod, still too overwhelmed to say anything.

“Good. Rest up. I’ll see you later. The chef will bring your meal up for you.”

With that, he spun, and he was gone.

The room that I’ve been given is spacious with elegant décor and a plush bed, which I immediately fall into. After everything that has happened, I’m tired and sore, and all I want to do is sleep off, but just as I’m about to do that, there’s a knock on the door.

I wonder if that’s the chef Alpha Hunter talked about. Before I wonder too long, the door swings open, and indeed, a chef walks in with a tray of mouthwatering delicacies, followed by one of Alpha Hunter’s brothers.

“Well, I see you are comfortable.” He says it with a smile, which tugs at my heart.

I assume he is the youngest of the brothers because he looks around my age, while the others look quite older than me. Alpha Hunter is way older.

“Place that here.” He glances at me. “Is that alright for you?”

I give a curt nod. Once the chef has arranged the meal to his taste and left, he takes a seat beside me, and for some reason, my wolf seems to go berserk inside me.

“I am Kris.” He smiles again. I want to tell him to stop smiling if he cares about my heart, but I don’t. Why should he care about my heart?

“I should have been the one to bring you to your room.”

“Oh.”

“This must be quite overwhelming for you.” He pulls the tray of food close to me. “Eat up. We need you to be fat for this.”

I glance up at him, alarmed. “What?”

“Hehehe… joking. I’m joking. But do eat up. We want you to be as comfortable as you can be. You are one of us now.”

“That is what’s frightening.” I answer. “Why are you guys being so nice to me?”

He shrugs. “I’m not supposed to talk about this with you."