Mated to the Alpha King | First Draft Sample

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"They just don't know when to give up!" Bryce growled against me as the footfalls faded into distant taps, I couldn't help but chuckle and shift in his lap for a more comfortable spot.

"Well maybe we should cut down-" my smile widened as Bryce nuzzled his nose against my neck, I leaned away. "-on this"

The room took a whole turn of mood when he snarled at me and grasped onto my shoulder before pulling me flush against him. "No one has the right to keep you away from me. Not even you Theia. You can forget everything, but always remember that!"

My insides warmed at a strange type of feeling. I tilted my head to place a kiss on Bryce's chin before snuggling into him. "We've changed."

"Yes. I can't keep my hands off of you" Bryce stated in a serious matter-of-factly manner.

I smiled as his fingers drew loose curls on my arms, his warm breathing heating the soft of my neck as he placed tiny occasional kisses here and there.

"That's pretty obvious"

Bryce chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me tighter. "Umhum"

I giggled. "Umhum"

Just then, the sound of a knock warded into the room, and both Bryce's and I's eyes turned towards the tall and proud metal crested Mahogany double doors.

"WHAT IS IT?!!??" Bryce yelled on the top of his voice, my eyes widened at how strong and deadly his voice could sound like.

"Your majesty, your aunt requires your audience in the main parlor. You and our Luna" a strong yet slightly shrilly voice sounded from the other side of the door. Oddly so, the voice sounded confident, and not in the least bit scared at all.

Bryce turned towards me with a small smile, and when I replied, got off the seat with me still in his arms. He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead before letting me slip to the ground,as he began leading the way to the doors.

Pulling on the doors tightly, we stepped outside to stand in front of Mr. Buckwood, the same man who had given us a tour around the castle during our schools visit trip. A soft smile showed itself on my lips as the recollection of what had occurred that day floated into my mind.

"Thank you Earl. We shall go now"

"Very well Your Highness"

Descending down the stairs into the regally beautiful parlor, I couldn't help but notice Meryl seated on an exceptionally fitting single seater sofa. It's olive undertone and copper fringes blending perfectly with the shade and tone of the room.

My eyes connected with Meryl's and instantly the decor was set aside, her foreboding expression now holding my utmost attention.

"Is everything okay?" Bryce muttered from beside me, I noticed that his voice almost carried a certain bit of anger, apparently he didn't appreciate being disturbed from whatever we were doing in the room a couple of minutes ago.

"Sit down dear" Meryl's clipped tone instantly had me worrying a block more.

With an eyebrow raised up, Bryce however, complied, pulling me in his lap just as soon as he seated himself, His thick strong arms wrapped around my waist as he tucked my head underneath his chin, somehow disallowing me from looking at Meryl.

"This is so strange" I muttered under my breath, but Bryce obviously caught that and his fingers pushed against my sides slowly in response.

"Speak"

"Son"
This seemed like a new voice, the strong manly baritone promising the sordid fact that once you heard this voice you were probably never going to be able to forget it. I tried to turn in the direction of this voices source but quickly huffed when my efforts proved futile. Now I knew why Bryce had tucked my head under is chin.