The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 41

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 41 by desirenovel

Serena

I wasn’t sure where we were going with our conversation, but I was pumped up to make him see I

wasn’t just any woman he could discriminate.

Sure I got moments of quivering lips and weak knees whenever he was close by and I couldn’t deny

the inexplicable attraction I had towards him, but my will power was strong enough to see past those

obstacles. Well, at least for the time being… He was a damn fine man after all and god, thanks to my

sexual dreams, I had already admitted to myself I was horny for him.

Anyway, what I said to him was true. I will be on top of him soon, in one way or another…

He responded to my statement with an amused expression on his face. “You’re acting like a luna,” he

said. “I’m not sure whether to be proud of it or angry.”

I finally heard that word from his mouth.

A luna.

Prince Elijah mentioned it. I heard it from Lord Hale too. And now, him.

From my understanding of the overused characteristics of werewolves in Hollywood movies, a luna

was one female wolf who held a unique power, an undeniable charisma, and a strong influence among

her subordinates. She ruled equal to her alpha; with an iron fist but with the softest and loving heart.

I couldn’t be sure if I was fit for this position. I couldn’t even transform into a wolf. I was a human

through and through.

I was unsure how to react to his statement, so I just kept myself silent.

Seconds later, however, the atmosphere of the room changed. I found myself surrounded in the cold

darkness. The king’s weight was still on me, I could still feel it, but I felt detached from my

surroundings.

Then, I saw something out of the corner of my eyes: something beautiful, something flashy. It was

shaped like a bug: a cross between a butterfly and a spider. Its rainbow colors popped, breaking the

seemingly endless shade of black around me.

My eyes widened. A bright white light suddenly enveloped me and the next thing I knew, a splitting

headache filled me nonstop.

Returning back to reality, I found myself looking at the king in pain. “My head. It hurts,” I whimpered.

He appeared to be worried for me, something that I never expected he would. “I’ll get some medicine,”

that’s what he said, but I doubt that would help at all.

“Ahhh!” I cried out when another wave of ache started on my temporal, then running along my nape.

The pain was so intense I had to double over. Another bright white light filled my vision. I honestly

thought I had turned blind because of it.

Tears started to run down my cheeks. I wasn’t able to stop it until finally, my body hit the mattress, my

mind slowly turning blank…

Once I was conscious, I saw Rhea and Prince Elijah standing not far away from my bed. They were

silently conversing and holding hands, lovingly might I add. The prince was quick with courting her it

seems.

Prince Elijah was the first to notice me awake. Then, Rhea turned around to look at me.

“Serena!” she cried, showing a relieved smile. “You’re finally awake!” She approached me and touched

my arm in a sisterly fashion.

“Was I out that long?” I asked, no clue at all if I slept a day or more. I sat up and propped myself

against two thick pillows.

She shook her head. “No, it’s morning now. Ten to be exact. The Healers came here last night. They

said you passed out.”

“Oh, I see…” I murmured, looking down and observing a large bowl and used towels placed on my

bedside table.

‘I passed out,’ my mind processed. Remembering what took place before that–with the king on top me

and his hard member poking my abdomen–I was under his mercy. Who knows what could have

happened then…

“Thank you for taking care of me, Rhea,” I stated, giving her a soft smile.

“Hm?” she looked lost for a moment, blinked fast, and then smiled. “Oh no, I just arrived here thirty

minutes ago, Serena. It was the king who took care of you before I arrived. I heard from the Healers he

stayed by your side the whole time they healed you.”

I was taken aback. The king did that? Really? I had no memory after losing consciousness. The only

thing that stuck to my brain was the white heat inside me and the warmth around my hand.

“So…uhm where is he now?” I asked, curious. I certainly wanted to meet his eye when I tease him for

taking care of me. He must be out of his mind that time, or maybe he pitied me while in pain.

“He had to go to the realm of the faes, Your Highness. It’s an urgent meeting that needed his

presence,” Prince Elijah stepped in to answer. He wore his royal robe and accented his ensemble with

a thick platinum necklace. Standing next to Rhea, gosh, they indeed looked good together. I was happy

for them.

“I see,” I murmured in response, rerouting my sight on my bedsheet.

“What happened to you last night? You received too much affection from my brother?” he continued.

I cast a look at him and found him already smirking mischievously.

“Ah, no, I had a really painful headache,” I reasoned in haste.

“How are you feeling right now? Is the headache gone?” Rhea interrupted, looking at me still with

worry.

I gave her a reassuring smile.

“There’s still a bit of throbbing left but I can manage.”

She pulled something out of her skirt’s pocket and handed it to me. It was a small box filled with white

capsules and it weirdly resembled Tylenol purchased on Earth.

“Margaret said to take two if the headache returns,” she stated.

“Thanks. Who’s Margaret by the way?”

“The leader of the Healer Pack. She’s the sister of General Halcynos,” Prince Elijah answered.

If my memory serves me well, General Halcynos was the leader of the army pack. But what was that

pack called again?

Alchidna, yes.

“Oh…then maybe I should thank her for their services,” I said, about to stand up.

The prince quickly stopped me, raising his hand in between us.

“When you’re well, you can do that, Queen Serena. My brother specifically said to keep you here until

you recover.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and put on my intimidating but teasing face whilst straightening my spine.

“I have recovered, see?”

I swept my hair to the side and raised both of my arms sideways for his inspection.

“Yes…” he murmured, suddenly looking straight to my uncovered shoulder, “it’s visible…”

“What are you…” I frowned and followed his gaze. My brows arched up that instant. “Ohh…” Then,

heat emerged on my cheeks.

“This is nothing,” I stated, quickly covering it with my hair again. I had actually forgotten about this…

bruise, or teeth markings whatever it’s called. I first saw this last night when I took a bath and

immediately linked it with the king’s actions back in that hidden room.

‘Did he intentionally leave this on me? Or was it just because of the heat of the moment that’s why he

did so?’ I wondered to myself whilst sighing in defeat. I might probably never know the answer.

“Don’t hide it, Your Highness,” Prince Elijah stated, shaking his head. “There’s nothing wrong with a

hickey that came from the king.”

And just like that, he used a crude, obvious word–a damn hickey–and everybody could see it a mile

away whether I admit it or not.

“I prefer to keep it hidden,” I exclaimed. The king sure acted like it was invisible last night.

Prince Elijah just shrugged his shoulders.

“You are going to have to expect a much bigger, angrier hickey than that soon. He is yet to ′zimet′ you.”

“What me?” I voiced out, arching my brow. “What did you just say?”

He watched Rhea in a way that told me he was longing for her.

Rhea, on the other hand, just lowered her head and blushed.

“Sorry, I’m going to have to stay silent, Queen Serena, but don’t worry, you’ll know once you

experience it,” he went on.

I pressed my lips together.

“I find your words too cryptic for my liking, Prince Elijah. It troubles me.”

“Well, um,” he was suddenly evading my examination, “you want to visit Margaret now? She’ll be happy

to receive your company.”

I was quick to pick up his deliberate avoidance of the subject. Yeah, he was definitely hiding something

from me.

“Sure, I’ll prepare myself first,” I answered, deciding not to chase the subject. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived outside the office building of the Healer Pack by coach. It was a three-

storey building that was made of blue bricks. Creeping vines covered its facade and it was surrounded

with bushes of flowers. Generally, it looked homey and nature-friendly.

“You need not come here, Your Highness. You should still be resting in your chamber,” Margaret told

me, clasping her hands as if she was praying for my health. Garbed in jeans and a plain white loose

blouse, she looked in her mid-fifties with a nice bob cut. Wrinkles formed on her forehead but despite

this, her beauty still was visible. I felt immediately at ease with her. Just one look and I knew she and I

could be really good friends.

“I’m feeling healthy, Margaret, but thank you for your concern,” I stated, smiling warmly. “I just wanted

to extend my gratitude to you and your pack. I wasn’t able to do so days ago when your healers healed

me.”

“It is an honor for us to serve the queen,” she bowed low in front of me. “If I be so bold, Your Highness,

we never really expected the king to marry, but here you are in front of us, giving us hope for the future

of our kingdom.”

I blinked.

“I don’t think I follow, Ma’am.”

“I was talking about your heirs, Your Highness,” she innocently explained. “Pups. We are excited to

welcome them in this world.”

“Oh, huh, ha,” I awkwardly chuckled, “Uhm, yeah, our children.”

At the back of my head, I panicked. Since I was married to the king, being expected of this was a given,

but I didn’t think someone would point this out to me in a rather motherly way.

“The snow moon is nigh, Your Highness. Its coldness at night is said to be effective in augmenting your

heat,” she went on.

“My…what?” I tossed a look at the Prince beside me wherein he reactively cleared his throat.

“Excuse our queen, Margie. She’s rather shy when talking about such sensitive matters.”

Margaret bowed low in respect to his words. “I understand, my Prince.”

I knew what her words meant. I knew exactly what ‘heat’ meant for a male and female werewolf all

thanks to mainstream media on Earth. And, yes, I was sensitive to such matters, but what I was more

surprised about was learning about this ‘snow moon’ thing.

I didn’t think I would be included in such an event. I was human after all, but how about the king?

‘He must be immune,’ I thought bitterly. ’If he was affected by the snow moon, he’d probably had

hundreds of mistresses by now.

“We were actually just about to head out to Palmeeya. Do you want to come, Your Highness?”

Margaret pointed to the bags of toys readied right near the entrance door. “I’m sure the children would

love to meet their queen.”

I was excited that instant.

“Ah, sure, I would love to, Ma’am.”

“We will follow you by coach, Margie,” Prince Elijah rushed to say.

The one addressed acknowledged this with a brief nod.

Exactly as he said, the three of us traveled by coach again: Rhea was next to me while the prince sat

across her. I remained silent and contemplative while inside, trying to be invisible while the two

lovebirds exchanged heated glances.

I was beginning to feel guilty monopolizing their time when they could have just stayed in their love nest

and…yeah, do what lovers do.

I inwardly sighed.

Rhea noticed this and chuckled.

“What’s in Palmeeya, Cedric?” she asked, breaking the silence around us.

The prince just flashed a broad smile.

“You’ll see. You’ll love it if you like children.” And then he winked.

I shook my head as subtly as I could whilst giggling inside. Prince Elijah was definitely unlike his

brother and that was a good thing. These brothers balance out each other.

Rhea also giggled and after that, we conversed about Earth and its differences with Phanteon. This

was the time when I really saw the twinkle in her eyes. It was clear to see she had fallen for this

kingdom and also fallen for its prince…

“Oh, wow, it’s a nursery!” I exclaimed the moment we stepped inside the birthing house of Palmeeya. It

was a town located southeast of the castle, almost near the manor of the king where I used to stay on

my first days in this kingdom.

Margaret led us to the inner house and my eyes caught sight of the tiny cubicles that housed their

newborns.

“Goodness, they are so cute,” I gushed as I leaned against the viewing glass. Kids, most especially

babies and toddlers, always tugged a big string in my heart.

“We will be taking care of your pups once they arrive, Your Highness. They will be in good hands,”

Margaret voiced, giving me a warm smile.

I didn’t dare ruin her good mood so I just went with the flow.

“Yes, I know they will be.”

But after that, I shot a sharp look at Prince Elijah in secret. He was snickering behind Margaret, taking

delight with my sufferings. Rhea remained blissfully oblivious and I wanted her to remain that way.

“Lady Margie! Theya!” a chubby woman then ran towards us, panting and sweating on the forehead.

“Theya is about to give birth!” she added, her eyes bulging.

The three of us exchanged surprised glances, but the leader of the Healer Pack just stood poised and

cool.

“I’m coming,” she stated.

“Wait!” I cried out before she could leave us.

Margaret turned to look at me, confusion visible on her face.

“Can I…watch?” I asked, unsure whether it was a wise idea, but I couldn’t pass out on the opportunity

to witness the miracle of life in this kingdom…in this realm no less. The fact that the pregnant woman

was a she-wolf added my curiosity. How did the women in this realm give birth?

“Of course, you can, Your Highness,” Margaret was excited to say. “Theya would be ecstatic. Come.”

I was about to find out how.