The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Jace POV

His touch burned right under my palm, causing me to flinch. I pulled away from him, a few inches with my gaze never leaving him.

“Your highness,” I lowered my head in a bow, and he just smirked.

I know my uncle doesn’t want an explanation, saying things to defend myself will mean I’m guilty.

“You did an impressive job.” He commended, applauding. “You may return to your spot.”

I bowed then took some steps back, ignoring the countless stares which pierced holes through my soft skin.

“The dragon’s egg, “my uncle said, drawing in his breath, at the same time examining the dragon’s.

A light sneer curled up his face, also he smiled, making his expression impossible to predict.

He lowered his hand, turning to the court. His eyes sneakily moved from the tiniest thing in the room to the biggest.

He stomped his feet commanding the attentions of everyone to himself, an evil grin settling in his facial features.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

In a squint of an eye, he smashed the eggs to the floor, trampling on it such that it ruined badly. Signs of gasps engulfed the air at his actions.

Hadn’t he sent us to a bridge of death just because of an egg, and now he’s just going to act like it’s nothing?

“This is my decree,” he said, rising to his feet, and we all fell to our knees, awaiting his decree.

“Jayden will be the viscount of Redmond pack! Every other wolves in the whole of the kingdom would have to respect him or else… ” He paused, venom sparkling in his eyes.

He turned towards my side and our gaze get craned, there was a tinge of resentment in my eyes, but who am I to complain of his grace verdict?

To be truthful, his decree didn’t say with me to the bottom of my tummy, but I’m just going to accept it whether I like it or not.

I wondered why everyone seems to be against me.

“What about the price rewards for whom had brought the dragon’s eggs?” A voice sounded from within the ministers and my heart thumped at that beating faster.

Having to know that I cheated his majesty. The minister was none other than elder Theo, one of my father’s loyalist before his death. He had stood so confidently behind my mom even after my was framed.

“Do you want to give him a price if I don’t?” My uncle sarcasm tone which was a mixture of displease sounded through the air, causing a great suspense.

There was a great silence then accompanied by Elder Theo answers.

“No. Your lineage.”

Poor man. He shouldn’t have stepped him for me.

“Okay.” He hummed. “If then, court meeting is dismissed.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my graver emotions choked me at the moment, so someone else would continuously to take my glory?

“Good! Bigger official position should be given to pure royal blood and not some mixed Royal blood and a brothel dancer.” The conversations ensued among the ministers who were on Jayden’s side.

They clearly said such words to my ears to irk me, to get my reactions.

“He brought an egg, but another person was chosen. What a shame!” They said wagging their tongues and I knew better not to utter a word.

I wasn’t bothered about their insult. I took it as motivation to work harder.

Returning to my Manor, my mom was standing at the roadside, panics etching on her face.

“Son,” her mood lightened up at my glimpse, she reached forth to grab me, but I dodged her touch which sent a shocking wave to her face.

“I’m sorry, you weren’t chosen. Had it been your father…”

I interrupted her. “That’s enough!” My mind growing heavy. “My father is dead. You should allow him to rest. What if he’s alive? What’s he going to do?”

“I didn’t tell you I’m pained for not being appointed as the viscount. I’m just exhausted from the whole journey and I need some rest.”

I said, returning to my Chambers while Mia hurried to prepare my bath.

The scents from the bathtub caught my nose and I couldn’t strive to inhale. I heaved out a relief sigh as my body sank into the bathtub, my eyes closed.

I felt my irate nerves getting pacified, and peace abiding within me.

I was going to mediate, so my eyes was closed but her voice drawled me out of my meditation.

“I brought some wine for you. It’s good to take it while in a bath.” She said in a dulcet tone, her dress revealing a lot of her inner endowment.

I took the cup from her hands, sipping from it without even doubting that she might try to poison me for causing her father’s death.

“You drank it without even doubting if I had poisoned it?” She asked with a tinge of surprise to her tone and facial expressions.

I returned the cup to her, asking her to fill more.

“You may kill me if that’s what you think will bring your father back.” I said, and I noticed her mood dropped, but she had first instigated the matter.

Not long after I had finished drinking, she stood at an edge refusing to go. Her eyes fixed on my biceps.

My body began to boil, beads of sweats pouting out of my skin’s pores like rain drops, my breathing became intense, and I just couldn’t feel my dick anymore.

My lips trembled for words as my neck darted towards in askance, she smirked, waking away.

I tried to stand up from the bath but couldn’t lift my limbs. I can’t feel my limbs anymore, is there a problem?

My eyes became heavy and bloggy, it began to close against my wish even when I wanted them open.

The burning sensations in my heart, the headache, was nothing besides the pain from my erection.

My dick was hardened than a rock and longer, the pain from it was massive. It gets swollen every of the moments as if it were going to burst.

The sounds of footsteps resounded in my ears, and as my eyes darted towards the direction, my eyes popped out in shock at what I saw.