The Alpha King

~XANDER~

I watched Lela as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft, swallowing it all to the hilt, again and again, moaning as I gripped her hair roughly and fucked her mouth, reaching deep into her throat. She was on her knees like a perfect little pet sucking my cock like her life depended on it. She moaned loudly squeezing her boobs making me get closer and closer to the edge.

I fucked her throat harder groaning as I found release. She swallowed every bit of my cum moaning. “Will there be anything else Alpha”, she said seductively batting her fake lashes at me. She knew better than to try and touch me.

“No, leave”, I said.

“Yes Alpha”, she dipped her head.

“Fucking submissive and knows how to suck a cock”, I mused looking at her.

She adjusted her sexy short dress and left purposely swinging her hips with extra effort to make her ass jiggle.

My wolf, Malcolm looked on with distaste, he just endured these sessions because of my sexual urges. For some reason, Malcolm couldn’t stand Lela. Even though Lela was submissive, beautiful, strong, hot, and knew how to please me, Malcolm hated her.

“You have to start warming up to her because I’m considering making her our chosen mate”, I said to him.

“Never, unless you want me to rip out her throat”, Malcolm growled, his tone dripping with maliciousness.

“Why do you hate her?”, I asked shocked.

I didn’t expect this level of hate from Malcolm, I had assumed he was just being petty and wanted our fated mate.

“She’s a whore, it’s an insult to sleep with her. I cannot stand her, why would you choose her to be our mate? We would find our mate, just give it time. I know she’s out there waiting for us. You will lose our fated mate if you choose her.”

“We don’t have time Malcolm, you know this, we need a mate”.

He said nothing back which further irritated me.

I doubted I even had a mate and even if I found her, I didn't think I could love her. I was incapable of love, I had deep scars and demons.

I had searched for my mate all these years but I never found her. Luke and Cage on the other hand had found their mates. I needed a mate to tame my wolf and give me an heir, before my leadership as the King was questioned.

I was already 29, I should be mated already. An Alpha without a mate could go feral and Malcolm was heading there.

Malcolm was already getting aggressive with each passing day. There were days I could not control him so I barely let him out, and if I did, I would do it around Cage or Luke, or my strongest warriors.

Lela was in charge of my female warriors, she was strong yet very submissive to me, beautiful, attractive, and knew everything about the pack.

She also showed a level of intelligence in battle and carried herself with confidence. There was no one else suitable for the role. She wasn’t a bad choice apart from the fact that she didn’t have a big ass.

I loved my women with a lot of meat, a big ass, and big boobs. Lela had big boobs at least and a nice figure, the ass wasn’t flat but it wasn’t exactly what I would’ve preferred. Female werewolves were rarely that thick, it was mostly humans and witches and I had fucked a lot of them.

I have had women of all types and sizes in my bed, I had fucked vampires, humans even a few witches. I loved women, they were made for my pleasure and they couldn’t resist me but now I needed a mate and since I hadn’t found her, I needed to choose a mate from my kind.

Lela was going to make the perfect Luna and the perfect Queen. I couldn’t think of anyone else better. Malcolm would just have to adjust.

Cage knocked on my door interrupting my inner musings and walked in.

“There’s an emergency at our borders”, Cage said.

“What emergency”, I asked.

“A rogue problem”, Cage replied looking worried.

“Fucking rogues”, I muttered under my breath.

“Then fucking kill them, simple”, my voice menacing and low.

I fucking hated rogues, a familiar ache filling my heart when I remembered my past, Malcolm whimpered and I was suddenly filled with rage.

“ Kill them all as I fucking instructed.”

I had instructed all trespassing rogues to be killed on sight.

Cage knew better because he knew what rogues were capable of and what they had done to us.

“She is strong, Dave sounded scared, he said she beat up Dagger”.

“A girl”, I drawled out, “beat up Dagger, all alone”.

Dagger was one of our strongest warriors. Which she-wolf was strong enough to defeat my strongest warriors alone. I was pissed at the intrusion and curious.

Which she-wolf dared to trespass on my territory and beat up my warriors?

She had balls and strength even if I hated to admit it. I was feared and rightly so, I was brutal with dangerous torture methods, and no rogue entered my territory and came out alive. No rogue had entered my territory in years because of fear, it was a suicide mission.

I was strong, merciless, ruthless, and barbaric. No pack or wolf dared to cross me. I was a beast. I was going to teach this rogue a lesson, she must be a spy, torturing and killing was my high and I reveled in it, Cage was no better. She was going to die, she-wolf or not, any rogue that crosses my part will face pain and death.

“Where’s Luke”, I asked Cage. “He”, Cage started, just as Luke knocked and came in smelling like Violet. Cage smirked and continued, “was occupied but is finally here”. “I’m sorry for being late Alpha”, Luke said. I didn’t even want to think about what the fucker was doing. Luke had found his mate Violet last month, they've been at it since he marked her and she went into heat and they had not even tried to be discreet about it, especially Luke.

Cage and Luke were my childhood best friends. Cage’s father had been the Beta while Luke’s father was my father’s best and strongest warrior. My father didn't see the need for a gamma.

After the cold incident that had claimed our parents' lives, I became the Alpha, Cage had taken the position of the Beta and I appointed Luke as my Gamma. We had a thirst we wanted to quench, a thirst for revenge, and a pack to protect.

I found the fucker that killed our parents and slaughtered werewolves for years. We killed his rogues setting them ablaze. I tortured and mutilated him slowly then left his head on a spike for all to see but it still wasn’t enough to quench my anger and pain.

Peace and order were finally restored to my kind, we had been slaughtered like animals for years all for greed. I was made the werewolf king, a position that came with great responsibility and I had taken it swearing to protect my kind and take them to greater heights.

Despite being the Alpha King, I was an Alpha to my pack first and I would do anything to keep them from harm.

A she-wolf strong enough to beat up my warriors was definitely a threat. A threat I was eager to get rid of.

“Let’s go”, I said to them.