The Alpha King’s Possession

Chapter 68

68. Something At Play

MORGANA

Azrael’s eyes widened and he stared at me shocked, before the familiar suspicion and anger

replaced it.

“Mated to one of those beasts… How father is probably turning in his grave.” He said, with disgust

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I had to, for our people and for Kian, who was doing this for me… For My kind.

“I am here to warn you to pick the right side, countless men will fall if you continue on this path. Azrael, if not for me, do it for father, whom we both loved.” I said, or so I hoped…

Focusing my mind on penetrating his, the familiar shrill sound filled my head before I managed to hear a glimpse of his thoughts.

‘Father… I wish he were here… he would have known what to do…’

I frowned, and continued. “For our people and for your son… make this kingdom something h e can be proud of. If you join hands with us, we are willing to give this kingdom the food and supplies it needs.” I said softly.

“Then why refuse all my mail! I have sent several letters! I let my pride go and pleaded with that monster to uphold his words!” Anger blazed in his eyes, and yet I couldn’t ignore his insult of Kian.

“He is far from a monster, Azrael, he is a king, one that you can only hope to be.” I said coldly,” As for your messages; we received one, with your seal saying you refuse the offer we sent and that you have joined hands with the fae!”

“That’s not even possible! Only I have access to-”

The door opened and Uncle Malachi stood there, his eyes wide.

“Morgana!” He said, his face softening and concern flooding his features as he ran over to me, pulling me into his arms tightly. “Thank the gods you are ok!” –

“Uncle…” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him tightly. His heart was pounding, and he kissed the top of my head several times. “I heard from the guards that the old western small gate lock was tampered with and there’s only one person I know that used and fiddled with that exit!”

My eyes widened. Uncle knew I used to sneak out? I was surprised, but I’m glad he never mentioned it to anyone.

“So you knew I used to sneak out?” I asked, smiling up at him.

He smiled warmly and nodded, cupping my face.

“I knew you were safe, so I saw no harm in it.” He said, stroking my hair. “How have you been child? I’m so sorry I didn’t come after you…”

“There was nothing you could have done if you had.” I said quietly.

He sighed, “Well, I’m glad you are here, is everything ok? With the war going on I am glad you are back home and safe, have you drank something? Rested?”

“You two are a waste of my time, leave.” Azrael said with irritation.

I ignored him and smiled at Uncle Malachi.

“Yes, I have had a drink,”

“Then sleep, it’s late.” Uncle said lovingly.

I couldn’t argue right now, even if I wanted to discuss this more. I think I needed to tell Kian about the letters… Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I will head to bed, but we need to talk tomorrow.” I said, “It’s very important.”

Uncle nodded.

“Of course.” He said, kissing my head. “Your room is as you have left it, Anastasia’s orders.”

Azrael frowned. “She just hoped you’d return someday.”

“Well, my sister-in-law is far more useful than you are.” I stated, making a mental note to thank her.

Uncle walked me to my room, I was about to tell him about Kian, wanting him to meet him, but remembering what Kian had said I didn’t.

‘Trust no one and stick to the plan.’

The man was far too careful, but the walls had ears too. We needed to be cautious, I guess. Bidding Uncle farewell, I locked my bedroom door after me, looking around the room in search of Kian.

“Kian?” I whispered.

I turned, seeing him step out of the bathroom area. I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as we kissed deeply.

“So, anything?” He asked, not letting go of me.

I quickly filled him in with everything that had occurred with Azrael.

He didn’t speak, listening with a frown on his handsome face. Now letting go of me and crossing his muscular arms over that firm chest of his, his face holding that calculating look that meant he was thinking of something.

“Wait, say that again?”

“Hmm? That uncle is the sweetest?”

“No… How he knew that we snuck in…”

“Oh, he knew my old antics. He’s happy I’m back. I actually want you to meet him, officially, h e is the kindest soul, and that’s saying something for us vampires.” I said amused.

But Kian didn’t seem to find it as warming as I did.

“Your uncle, what’s his story?” He asked.

“Story?” “No children? Wife? Woman? Anything?” He asked. I frowned thoughtfully.

“I… He never got married… never found his beloved.” I said sadly.

“So, someone as nice as him never settled for anyone. Is he a player then?”

omeon

I raised an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Seems odd.”

“Kian… are you actually thinking my uncle may not be what he seems?”.

“I don’t know… The fact he knew that you snuck in… Ok… but why did he rush to the office? How did he know you were there? Wouldn’t he have searched everywhere for you, or even come to your room first? No one came here. Why was he alerted about a break-in, why not Azrael?”

He had a point, but…

“Things and regulations may have changed, my love. It must be to help Azrael with everything that’s going on. Uncle cares dearly for us, even with Azrael being the jerk he is. Uncle loves him.”

“Yet he didn’t ask you anything about your life there? Just wanted you out of the room and away from Azrael?” Kian asked.

I frowned, feeling my irritation grow.

“Kian, Malachi Araton is not who you’re implying, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.” I said, not wanting to get angry at him.

“Morgana, I won’t sugar-coat it, I don’t trust him. Something about him is fucking off, and I a m a very good judge of character.”

“As am I! I am far older than you Kian, I have known my uncle for decades, he is not a bad man!”

“Calm the fuck down. Don’t get defensive, just give me an answer then. Doesn’t it seem a tad too fucking weird?”

“Aren’t you a tad too suspicious?” I shot back, glaring at him.

His eyes flickered as he closed the gap between us, in a flash he had me slammed up against the wall. I gasped at the impact, glaring into my man’s eyes. Even when I was angry, that desire for him coursed through me.

“Do you want to be punished for being so disobedient love?” He growled.

“Depends on the punishment…” I whispered.

A sense of Deja-Vu flashed in my mind as I stared into his eyes.

“It might be a good one… If you calm the fuck down and see my point…” He said, pressing his body against mine, his hands still pinning my hands between our chests. I struggled, but he

ou may be older than me, Morgana, but I assure you I have been playing this game far longer….When it comes to the game of power, lies, and deceit… I know how the mind works… I wouldn’t trust your uncle, not until you penetrate that mind of his and see what’s going on in there… If you find nothing, I will admit that I was wrong, but until then, I would advise that you withhold your judgment of him and proceed with caution.”

His husky voice sent shivers of pleasure through me. He was being reasonable, but he was wrong about Uncle Malachi.

“Very well… and if you are wrong, then I will punish you.” I said, a devious smile crossing my lips as an idea came to my head.

“Something tells me your idea of punishing me is going to be fucking crap.” He replied coldly.

“Not at all… It’s rather fun actually. You will let me do makeup on you. Red lipstick, glitter and all.” I giggled imagining it. 1

He frowned, clearly displeased.

“The only red lipstick I like on me is when it comes directly off these lips.” He said, taking hold of my chin and rubbing his thumb along my plump lips. I wrapped my mouth around his thumb sucking on it sensually and making him growl quietly before I let go of it, my stomach fluttering

“So… either way, do we have a deal?”

He was silent for a moment, before he tilted his head.

“Fine… But if you’re wrong… then be prepared for your punishment.” He said, smirking as he let go of me and took his shirt off.

Something told me it was not the usual spanks… My core knotted, was it wrong that I wouldn’t mind losing to him all the time if I got to be punished?

“Won‘t you share what the punishment is?” I asked, as I turned to undress for bed too.

He stepped closer to me, running his fingers between my ass cheeks, tugging on my thong slightly and making me bite down on my bottom lip. My breasts grazed his bare chest. His lips met my neck before he whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to fuck this ass.” He said huskily, making my eyes widen and heat rush to my core, igniting that forbidden desire deep within me…