Chapter 19
The Alpha King’s im chapter 19 by desirenovel
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Since that woman’s return to the human realm, I thought I’d be relieved of my problems. However, it
actually worsened.
First, my council kept on fishing out information from me, asking where the queen was.
Second, since my alibi was that we were on the so-called traditional ‘saricsa’ or honeymoon on Earth
terms and that I didn’t want her to get out of our bedroom, my council had been bugging me about
pups. Lots and lots of them. Quadruplets if possible for her first pregnancy. I had to scowl at them and
change the topic instead.
Third, were my dreams. Not only was the council been bothering me about her, but my dreams too.
They were nightmares if you ask me. I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Her face, her smile, everything
about her was the constant subject inside my head. Now when I really did get a night of good sleep, it
was after I get dreams of her and me consummating our marriage in the most marvelous…no scratch
that…awful of ways.
In my dreams, she was underneath me whilst my cock was buried inside her, not an inch wasted of my
erection. Sometimes, it would be another position in another location. She was moaning and grinding
her ass too. She was crying out my name. She was swallowing my cum as I emptied myself inside her
mouth. I had dreams wherein I’d do the same for her, licking her pussy, sucking the sensitive flesh until
she came.
Every time I wake from my dreams, I would find myself covered in sweat and my bedsheets in…cum.
My body would heat up more than my transformation to a werewolf or lycan would and I’d find myself
unsatisfied. I didn’t want it to be just a dream. I wanted it real. And my wolf side agreed with it a
hundred percent.
But of course, I’d remind myself again why I couldn’t. My hatred for women could never and should
never be quenched.
Because of this, my wolf would sulk again, growl at me, and sometimes it would even refuse to shift
when I wanted to shift.
Fourth and thest, was my wrist mark. It was distracting me in everything I do. I would feel a searing
pain from the edges. Sometimes, I’d even feel as if it was ripped out from me. To relieve the stressful
life of being a king, I would asionally jack myself off. Now I couldn’t do that because of the mark’s
constant aching pressure.
I thought this was just a side effect of its creation. After a while, I realized it wasn’t. That the difort
I felt on my mark was connected to that woman. Fuck.
A month had passed since then and I still couldn’t avoid these problems. My council had started to
suspect me. It was understandable. They still hadn’t seen their new queen after all.
Elijah was helpful enough to direct their attention on different matters, but I know it would only be a
matter of time until they found out the wedding was fake and that I had employed a woman to act as
my bride.
I didn’t worry about it really. My promise was done and my father’s decree was fulfilled. The contract
never stipted anything about heirs and it never specified the length of marriage between me and my
wife. These were loopholes my father never cared to fix.
However, should worsees to worst and my council would demand me to remarry, I wouldn’t
hesitate to dere reelection of my court. Surely they’d shut up quit bothering me.
‘Or how about you visit our wife on Earth? Ask her to return and be the queen luna that she is.
That would be better,’ my lycan side suggested. He was the brain of us three. He would give me
wisdom that I would always follow.
This time, however, following it was impossible. Visiting her would mean I miss her. Missing her would
mean I. . .
Double. Fuck.
But in a sudden twist of events, my wolf surfaced and the next thing I knew, I had hopped to her realm,
and using her perpetual sweet scent, I traced her inside a cafe.
I hid in an alley where the shadow of the building covered me from human eyes. In there, I watched her
while she talked to another woman younger than her. She appeared to be doing well. She wasughing
and conversing with her eyes full of life.
I felt a sudden pang of pain. Why should I care if she was doing well or not?!
Growling, I convinced my wolf to return to Phanteon. It didn’t listen to me. Instead, it watched her again
with intense longing.
When suddenly her eyes met mine, my nerves jumped and my wolf lost its hold on the front seat of my
consciousness. I took this chance and quickly jumped back to my realm, scowling more than ever.
But somehow, a few minutester, I felt a sense of dread fill me. It wasn’t for my kingdom or for myself.
No. It was for the woman.
When I decided to check on her again, I was already toote. I couldn’t scent her anymore, not in the
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cafe she went earlier, not in her apartment, not in any other ce. But somehow, I traced a faint smell
of her in an abandoned building.
To my surprise and displeasure, I saw traces of a break in space; a sign that there was a very recent
portal opened in this spot. I concluded that instant that she had hopped in another realm.
The big question was, where?
When I returned to Phanteon, I went back to my routine duties, telling myself that her safety or life
didn’t concern me. That she wasn’t worth finding. Wherever she was, it was her problem, not mine.
By nightfall however, Elijah went barreling inside my chamber.
“Get your ass off that bed now!” he shouted.
I gave him a cold stare. “What is the problem now?” I stated.
“It’s your wife, dear brother! My informants told me she was in Oldan’s blood auction! She’s in the
vampire realm!”
Hearing it, my wolf growled loudly wanting to immediately jump there and save her. Somehow, I agreed
with its desire, but it wasn’t because of her. It was because I had some unfinished business in the
vampire realm.