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The King of Alphas Chapter 9
The moon grows distant with every lingering moment I sneak glances at my mate. He catches me at my twenty-seventh try and I not-so-subtly turn to the window. The abruptness of the movement causes an agonising shiver to run down my back. I grit my teeth to not hiss. The world rotates a little faster for me, my vision a little dim and my body a little numb. I clench and unclench my fists, willing control in my cold body as I watch trees fade into the misty night. We're driving through the outskirts of the city, into the forest. If it were anyone other than my mate, I would have jumped out of the car by now. With him. . . I feel trust. It scares me. "Are you okay?" my wearisome mate asks for the hundredth time. "Yes," I lie for the hundredth time. I don't get why he is asking me this time and time again. I am hurt, yes. But it is not that serious. The cuts weren't
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As I near the plane I only have one question. Who is Noah Silverton? He was present at the pack house which means he was part of a delegation. He is from Utrif, as he said. An envoy, for sure. He is of high ranking, I can tell by the aura he carries alone, and well, the private jets. Alphas and Betas do not leave their packs unless it's for grave matters. Rarely deltas are sent out for work like this as well. Gammas are sent mostly. And for a gamma to emit such waves of authority means the rank of his pack is high as well. The higher the rank of a pack the more they are involved with the country. And the King. The thought disappoints me. I can not stay with him if he's that close to an Alpha who could causally ask for rogue hunters to check in on his Gamma's mysterious mate. Then not only will I die but my mate would get into trouble as well. Helping a rogue in Utrif, for whatever reason it may be, is punishable. Helping a rogue inside Utrif. . . I start to chart my plan of es
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A green field. A shining sun. A laughing family. This again. Someone is calling my name. Again and again and again. Leona. Leona. "Leona!" My eyes burst open. All I see is white. A bright light. I blink a few times. The brightness is subdued. Everything is hazy and fast and a blur of red and black. Someone is screaming. Screaming so loud and painfully that it scares me of the reason. The sound is raw and desperate, echoing around me like a wounded animal. What is happening? I try to move. To help. And then it hits me. Pain—searing, unrelenting pain—tears through my very being. I try to scream, only to find out I already am. "Leona," I hear it again, through all the chaos and confusion and pain. Like a thunder bolt in a war. My eyes are wet and blurry but through the haze, I see Noah. His darned mask is finally off but I can't make out his face. His hair is ruffled. His eyes are full of rage. His hands are around me. His mouth is moving. He is saying so
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The double doors to the study creak slightly and I hear footsteps approaching. A young, pale man enters. He is dressed in a white robe and silver rimmed glasses. His short golden hair falls over his brows in messy curls. With his bright eyes focused on the piece of paper in his hands, he does not seem to notice I am out of bed as he slowly totters towards me. I let him continue until he sees my feet, pauses, looks up and blanches. "I—" I do not let him finish. Grabbing his collar, I pull his elbow and twist him, so that my sharp claws rest on the beating vein in his throat. The boy immediately goes lax, then two seconds later breathes again and raises his arms. He lets out a quick flurry of stutters that are far from words, let alone sentences.
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My breath is caught up in my throat as Noah steps right in front of me. The black mask, which always concealed his face, is gone, revealing a visage I can scarcely believe exists outside of dreams. His hair is a mess of midnight, framing a face so flawlessly sculpted it seems divinely crafted. His blue eyes, in the sunshine, look deep and fathomless, mirroring the expanse of a twilight, star-lit sky and drawing me into their endless depths. His features are a chiselled to perfection, sharp yet soft, strength melded with ethereal beauty. The angles of his jawline, the perfection of his cheekbones and the gentle curve of his lips—all make him look like an ancient being. Every line, every shadow, makes me sigh in pleasure. My heart pounds within my chest, each beat a reminder of the magnetic pull I feel towards him. It's as if my very soul recogniz
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The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air. The Sun Palace, people call the Palace of Utrif. And now I know why. The weather around may be gloomy and dark but the palace exterior is sunshine morphed into crystalline brilliance. Its exterior is crafted from a material that catches and reflects the light. Shining as though it is the sun itself. It is breathtaking, an architectural marv
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The moment I understand what my mate was doing, I push him away. By that time my cheeks are already flushed pink and he steps back voluntarily. “Asshole,” I mutter under my breath, pinning him under my scorching glare. Void of emotion, unnerving and annoyingly empty eyes seem to be his best companions as he pins me back. "Tell me you do not like me. Tell me you hate me. But do not ever deny us of our bond." "I hate you." No hesitance. "I can live with that." The way he stands so proud and sure makes me want to do thing to my own mate that I would not even wish upon my enemy. "The bond," I seethe through gritted teeth, "between us is a mistake. It has to be. Because we don't make sense." A king can never be with a rogue. "Sense," he repeats, jaw clenching. "Enlighten me, my queen. Because?"
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A very vivid image of Noah with a spike made of pure silver straight through his heart flashes in my mind. The cardinal wants him dead. The cardinal wants my mate dead. I have spent fourteen years of my life with the man. And when he wants someone dead. They die. "Leona," Noah says, very carefully. As though I am a delicate piece of art. "Shall I send for the healer, sire?" the guard says. "Yes. Now." I faintly hear the door opening and closing. Then Noah grabs both my arms like I will fall if he doesn't. He looks at me like I am a broken thing in need of fixing. Which is exactly what I am but that is another story. His touch is both a balm and a torment, a reminder of the vulnerability that clings to me like a shadow. The image of his impending death claws at my mi
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We are in Noah’s office. A spacious dark room with rows of tall book shelves lining the right, a wide desk with tall stacks of paper in the middle right in front of yet another glass wall, and a plunged in sitting area in the middle with more stacks of files. It would look like any other office it wasn’t for the enormous painting of the former King both sides of the entrance. Six people sit in the middle and pale a little when Noah slowly walks in behind me. “Leave,” is all he says and they all comply, dropping whatever files they had in their hands or whatever conversation they were having. I get a very strong urge to join them but stand my ground, waiting for the door behind me to shut and for my very visibly frustrated mate to say something. “You have a habit of doing the worse possible thing at the worst possible time.” He finally faces me, his brows furrowed and lips in a thin line. “I got useful input,” I offer.
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There is a dark shadow looming over Haze’s face as he inches down Noah. The realisation of whose presence he is in dawns on him the moment the presence entered the room. There is more eye in his pupils than his eyes. The fear there, it makes me proud as much as it makes me sick. I do not dare to look at my side. I can feel the scorching gaze pinning me in place, but I do not have time to entertain it or fear it. Stepping aside Elma, I slap my hands onto the table. "Speak!" I do not mean for my voice to come out like I am a wild boar, but it does. And it startles Haze enough to snatch his widened eyes from my mate back to me.‘Speak before I kill you.’I feel Noah stepping closer to me, not just because of the increasing waves of thundering pleasure but because of Haze inching away from me every second. Noah comes to stand right behind me, the flurrying heat from his body making me feel things I should not be feeling in a prison. I still do not turn around. My mate makes use of tha
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Haze does not look up as I enter the room. He does not seem to even notice as I take a place at one of the chairs in middle, until I say, "You seem comfortable." He looks up at me lazily, through heavy lashes, thickened with sleep and wolfsbane. Silence. Then his eyes crinkle, his head tips back and all I can hear is the ricochets of his loud, reverberating laughter. I grit my teeth, willing patience in my nerves. If I kill him here, how much questions will that raise? Many, a voice says. I don't think killing someone would be an ideal position for me to gain trust of my new found mate's court, whose resources I very dearly need. So I quietly settle for a glare and gesture him to take a seat. His gaze narrows but he obeys, standing with poorly hidden lethargy and dropping down with a careless thud. "I should've known you would weasel your way out." "I should've known you would be such a pain in the ass." "Well, we need some catching up to do then," he drawls, rolling bac
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No elevator leads to the interrogation rooms—a glorified name for a torture cell, in my opinion—so we climb down an infinite number of stairs. The atmosphere grows heavier with each step. The concrete walls here are thick and cold, with the faint echo of dripping water occasionally punctuating the silence. Finally we reach a heavy steel door, its surface scratched and worn from use. Malcolm pushes it open, revealing a dimly lit corridor. The light flickers intermittently. The air is dank, carrying a faint scent of iron and decay. But I can see everything, further confirming my senses are now intact again. Malcolm leads me down the corridor, past several heavy doors, each marked with a small, scratched metal plate indicating different sections—Interrogation, Holding Cells, Evidence Storage. We pass a few holding cells, their barred fronts casting long shadows in the faint light. Inside, the cells are bare, save for a single cot and sorry excuse for a toilet. The place is practica
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Malcolm serves me looks full of pity and genuine sorrow as I amble aimlessly through the empty corridors, passing by various rows of offices in the palace. During this time I find out that the palace is divided into three core sections that further branches into wings. The first section is the public square, where the whole kingdom's affairs are handled. The throne room is also present there. The second section is the pack square, where pack affairs are handled. It is where Noah's and his court is located—War room, meeting rooms, guest rooms, offices, everything. The third section, crooned into the bed of a mountain, is where I just came from. I have now walked almost every empty lane in the pack square, as most pack members are dispersed and distracted in work as their superiors are occupied in the war room with my mate. Malcolm does not meet my eyes, wordlessly following wherever I go, and only speaking when I turn to a section of the palace
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The communication office is a spacious room with numerous screens and numerous people sitting in front of them. Malcolm walks swiftly, leading me from behind the booths before any one of them turns and notices us. We saunter to the right end where an open door awaits me. When I enter, a man, with grey streaking his hair from the sides and a stoic expression on his face, bows low. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice hoarse and heavy. "The line is ready. Do send for me when you are done." Just like that he slips to the side and leaves. I swallow an invisible lump down my throat as I pick up the thing. Would Rey want me to call him? Or would he tell me how stupid I am for doing so when he clearly told me to stay away? How did he react to me being mated to the king? A million questions swirl around my head, the answers nowhere to be found unless I call. My grip on the phone tightens. Leave, he had said. But I did
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"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty," the boy stutters uncontrollably, "I am Malcolm Hale, Beta Elma's aide and a senior healer at the palace. I will be escorting you to the communication's office." "Nice to meet you, Malcolm," I say, smiling. "I hope you can forgive me for holding you hostage." He is frantic, looking at every other place instead of me. "I-it's fine." "I won't do it again." He nods, but doesn't look convinced as he opens the door and spreads his arm to the right, flinching when I pass him. "This way, Your Majesty." The doors open up to an indoor balcony-like area that acts like an antechamber, where glass walls encase the entire floor—a panoramic vista of the rest of the palace and beyond it, the city, thickens my vision. We descend the broad staircase right in front and it splits around a central glass-enclosed tree that goes up and through the top of the roof. It i
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Rey and I were both attacked. We were both targeted. Which means that they were not just there because they were after me, but the treaty Rey mentioned Alpha Renier had with the rogues, it is at play here too. The gears in my head start to turn. Haze, someone who had no connection with rogues, suddenly joining them. Rogues, who had very rare contact with people ever since the rogue trials started, suddenly starting to attack. And finally the cardinal sending Valis to get me to kill the king, who the rogues previously would not even dream of coming close to. The wheels of something very dangerous are creaking here. Why are the rogues so confident all of a sudden? As I am scouring through every piece of information I have and connecting whatever estranged dots I can, my mate grows restless. "Answer me."
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“It was because of the wolfsbane." Noah sighs, running a hand through his hair. Something that does little to help him. "The kalhyi's claws were lined with wolfsbane. That is why your wound has still not healed. You were dying. And your wolf was already halfway to the other side." At his words I dive into my link. And I sense the truth of his words. My wolf breathes. Barely. But she is still not awake. A heavy weight settles right in the middle of my chest. "Your link was severed. You were mortal. And you were going to die. The only way in the moment was getting your wolf to live. Being the luna to the cardinal pack connects you to the land. With that comes power. You are my mate, but you were not the luna yet so—“ "You made me accept the mate bond," I say the unsaid words. Noah does not look me in the e
