The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 21

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 21 by desirenovel

Serena

The…other side of the story? I was taken aback. “What do you mean?” I tried to control my voice from

choking and my mind from any wandering thoughts. Following the actions of Queen Elizabeth of Great

Britain, I left my face blank of any emotion. Through this, I’d be unreadable in his eyes. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He walked past me, encircling me as he went on.

“Since the moment you claimed you were the Phanteon Queen, I had wondered why you were in the

human world. Werewolves have been known to be quite loyal to their realm. They prefer to be in their

territory together with their packs.”

I raised my chin up as if I had a ready answer to give. However, truth be told, I didn’t have an alibi at all.

God help me.

“Also, I have known Aero to be quite hateful of women,” he continued. Commonsense told me where

he was going with his words and so my hands started to tremble.

He couldn’t have known! It was impossible!

“That said, I’m thinking of four possible reasons: One, your wolf husband decided to stay in the human

world for your honeymoon.”

I almost choked. Honeymoon, yes, if the sun breaks into two.

“—which for me is highly unlikely,” he added, grinning. “As I said, werewolves prefer to be in their

territory.”

I remembered Phanteon and how majestic the place was. It wouldn’t have been that bad to stay there

for a honeymoon if I only married the right man.

“Two,” he continued, stopping to face me, “you were sent there for a mission—which again is unlikely.”

His eyes turned dark and lust-filled as he gave me a once-over.

“Even I wouldn’t want to let you leave my bed or my castle. No mission is more important than a new

wife, especially when she’s a horny one.”

My cheeks heated.

“I could sense your heat you know. Wolves are known to get crazy over it. Aero would have taken

advantage of it, so again the question, why are you in the human world?”

I felt my mouth dry up. Still, I couldn’t form an alibi. This vampire master must be muddling up my brain

with his powers if he had one.

Then, he circled me once more.

This wasn’t a negotiation anymore. This was more like an interrogation.

“Three, your husband rejected you simply because you’re a woman and that your marriage is a fake

just to save his throne.”

This time, my blood ran cold. Fuck, he was spot on.

“His hatred of women is known far and wide, so to find out he had already married and so fast at that

makes me suspicious. Maybe the council decided to put a blind eye to it. Maybe they are that

desperate to have him wedded fake or not…or maybe they saw the wedding as real because of those

marks that had appeared on your wrists.”

I hissed inwardly. This mark again…

“Lastly, four, you are really a human and you returned to your world after fooling the rest of the

werewolf population of your so-called marriage. That in turn begs the question, how were you able to

hop in and out of Phanteon?”

“Think however you want,” I answered, choosing to ignore his crafty words, “what I want to talk to you

about is our freedom. I want you to bring us back to Earth now.”

He grinned again and shook his head.

“Oh, no, no. I simply can’t do that. I purchased you after all just to know the truth. To have you returned

to your realm beats my purpose.”

“Then, release all those women!” For the life of me, I couldn’t hold on to my anger. I didn’t care if he

was some master of a grand castle or a fucked up vampire king. I wouldn’t stand at such abuse. “If you

don’t want to free me because of that stupid curiosity, then just release them!”

He sighed and returned to his earlier spot near the balustrade.

“There’s a reason why I also purchased those women, Your Highness. The blood auction is our way of

life. It sustains us vampires. It organizes us. These women, they are our food.”

Fucking typical vampire problem.

“Don’t you have any other means of nourishment?” I hissed.

“Hm, of course, we have. The witches have provided us food close to our diet. They created a wine that

resembled all the characteristics of the human blood but nothing beats the real deal.”

I clenched my hands to stop the trembling threatening to start. If he knew I was a human…I’d probably

be dead.

“I prefer to call the ‘blood auction’ of Oldan and Manross as a ‘delicacies auction,” he went on.

I sent him knife-like glares.

“You’re despicable.”

He cocked his head to the right and looked down at me like I had just amused him.

“For a vampire, I don’t think so. They are just my nature.”

“But you would get their blood against their will? You would force them to do your bidding?!”

“Correction, Your Highness,” he interrupted. “It is not forced and definitely not against their will. True

that at first they show fear, but you would find out pretty soon they adjust to their surroundings quite

comfortably.”

He stepped closer to me. I stepped back. He leaned down instead and explained some more using

fluid words tickling my ear.

“I don’t force them to do my bidding. I don’t beguile them. They willingly offer their blood to me and in

return, they get extreme pleasure from it so much so that they never want to return to the human world

again.”

I scoffed.

“I don’t believe you.”

Then, without warning, he snaked his arm around me, captured my waist, and pulled me close against

his chest.

In reflex, I pushed myself back but he held me tighter.

“Hm, the incense of Manross is powerful,” he remarked with his nose close to my neck. “Its effect will

wear off two days after, hence, I couldn’t really smell your blood, but make no mistake, Your Highness. I

will taste your rich crimson the moment I find out you’re no werewolf and you yourself will see what

pleasure I am talking about.”

The courage I had been gathering since our conversation slowly diminished. He was threatening me

outright in the face. I didn’t want to know what kind of ultimate pleasure he was talking about. Heck, I

just didn’t want my neck pierced with vampire fangs.

“Don’t look helpless,” he told me, his words humming against his throat. “I’m pretty sure your husband

got wind of your presence here on the vampire realm. If he indeed cared for you, he’ll come here and

claim you.”

Uhhh…that’s going to be a problem. Knowing the werewolf king, he wouldn’t waste his time to visit

realms just for me.

“And will you hand me over to him that easily?” I lashed, feigning as if my dear husband indeed cared

and he was coming for me. “You won’t cause a war between realms?”

His lips tipped upward whilst piercing me with his red eyes.

“Depends on how you taste,” he murmured.

“You must be joking.” My palm went cold. For the first time ever since stepping in this vampire realm, I

felt like food. And in his eyes, I saw myself as the most delectable food he would soon taste.

I was a hundred percent sure King Aero would never come to my rescue. I was on my own.

“In the next two days, you’ll find that I don’t joke, Your Highness,” he explained further. Every word I

speak is absolute and true. I am the Dark Lord of Vampires in this realm. I am Lord Zuir Hale

Lioncourt.”

Dark Lord of the vampires? I cried out in my head. No wonder Manross and the auctioneer didn’t think

twice handing me over to this vampire. He was literally the ‘king’ of this realm.

And I knew I was done for.