Chapter 63
The Alpha King’s im chapter 63 by desirenovel
Serena
Excited to start with the preparations, I decided to leave Aero’s chamber early in the morning. He was
still sleeping heavily and didn’t notice me when I left. In my room, I took a bath and changed.
Thereafter, I went to the castle kitchen to meet with the cook. Aside from nning the menu for the
party, I also needed breakfast. My stomach was growling and I owe it all to what happenedst night—
me getting dined instead of me dinning.
In high spirits, I then continued to the grand hall. Aero’s Omega, Chris, a charming redhead, was
already at the entrance personally supervising the set-up of the tables and chairs.
“Your Highness, a pleasant morning,” he greeted, bowing low in deference to me.
I smiled and stood near the huge doorway. “Good morning to you too, Chris. So, what’s the n?” I
asked, folding my arms over my chest and staring at the enormous size of the hall.
His tall frame dwarfed me just like all the other males of this kingdom, but I noticed how dumbstruck he
looked as he nced at me.
“Uh, I was just about to ask that from you, Your Highness,” he stated. “Let me know what you need and
I will have the servants procure it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and thought well and hard.
“Hm, don’t you always n ahead for such a grand asion?” I asked. True that I was ecstatic with
Aero’s offer, but sure enough, I would say it was at thest minute. He gave me just overnight to n
the party. How was I going to pull it off without a hitch?
“Uh, yes, we do, Your Highness,” he answered, “but this asion is especially special because of your
presence. King Aero has given me permission to use magic for the set-up of the party.”
Magic? My ears perked up.
“Wow, you know how to use it?” I tossed him a look of admiration. I definitely didn’t know werewolves
have that ability.
But Chris immediately waved his hands.
“Oh no, Your Highness,” he smiled awkwardly. “What I meant was, I am allowed to use mage spells to
aid you in whatever you want for the party.”
I blinked a couple of times until I was able to process it right.
“Oh, I see, then that’s sweet,” I grinned. No wonder the king wasn’t worried about me supervising the
party. With magic and from a mage at that, my imagination could soar high.
“Okay, then, before we start, tell me about your past snow moon balls. What was it like?”
He paused for a moment and scratched his head.
“Er, actually, thest snow moon ball we had was before thete king died. That was more or less a
hundred years ago.”
“What?!” My eyes widened.
Then, I felt a presence behind me, so I turned around. It was the crown prince. He smiled at me first
before turning to Chris and signaling him to leave.
“I’m sure from the little information Earth has on us, you should know by now werewolves live up to
thousands of years, Serena,” Prince Elijah stated once we were alone.
“Prince Elijah, good morning,” I greeted, arching my brow and grinning at him.
“Hello, sister-inw, I hadn’t seen you for a few days. How has it been?”
“Still holding on to my sanity, thank God,” I replied, still crossing my arms. “You busy?”
“I am, yes,” he answered, but then I saw him scrutinizing me without reservation.
“What?” I asked.
“Hmm, there’s something different about you now,” he dered. “I couldn’t pinpoint out what.”
At the back of my head, I was snickering. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but unfortunately, I
wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to him. It had to be Aero.
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“Hm, it’s the dress maybe?” was my alibi, pointing to my turtleneck gown. If I had worn a different gown
then he’d surely see the many love marks on my neck that hasn’t healed. “Anyway, Chris said thest
snow moon ball was more or less a hundred years ago?”
He nodded and fortunately, jumped to the topic.
“Yes, that was when father still lived. He and mother loved to hold the snow moon ball every year. It
adds to the anticipation of the most-awaited phase of the moon where pretty much orgies and lots of
babies happen.”
I gulped in response. Orgies and babies. Huh. Figures.
“When father died, you could say my brother stopped the snow moon ball. There hasn’t been any since
then. I’m surprised to learn that he is holding one tonight. Maybe it has something to do with you? Did
you charm him already?”
His brows then wiggled, teasing me.
I acted like I didn’t notice it, choosing to stare at the servants fixing the tables.
“Hey, were you listening to me?” He snapped his fingers near my face.
“I was,” I answered,ughing deep inside. “How old are you now?”
“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” His brows furrowed.
“You said werewolves live for thousands of years and judging from thest snow moon ball in this
castle, I’m thinking you and the king are about a hundred years old?”
Yeah, it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that my husband was centuries older than me, but
that’s the beauty of being in a different realm I guess.
“I’m 422,” he replied simply. Aero is 629. It’s basic math in our realm. On Earth, it’s 22 and 29. We just
sh the third digit.”
I inwardly whistled.
“Wow, you guys ′are’ really old.”
“Time in all realms are different, sister-inw,” he crossed his arms over his chest and smugly smiled at
me. “It’s a bit confusing if you ask me so we prefer to stick on Earth time as our constant reference.”
“Okay, well noted,” I answered, sighing. “Now, tell me about your previous snow moon balls. What was
it like?”
“Pretty much the same really: eat-all-you-can food, bottomless wine, VIP guests inside and outside
Phanteon, famous entertainmentsing from the other realms, debauchery, and senseless
conversations.”
My lungs felt as if they were just punched by a gori.
“Wow, that sort of party huh?”
I wasn’t really a fan of going to parties on Earth, but just like my interest in fantasy paintings, I share an
admiration for the behind-the-scenes of a party: the preparation, the decors, the theme, and all that
jazz.
“Yeah, it was ′that′ kind of party,” he confirmed, “but since brother’s coronation, the parties had toned
down a bit. If it was him, he would have banned such congregation inside the castle but the council and
I advised him against it. It was after all one of a royal’s way of stamping his status. Anyway, since you
arrived, you’ve been to two parties already, right? Your wedding and brother’s birthday partybined
and that one held in your honor.”
“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded.
“I don’t know what got into Aero for giving this task to you, but I’m happy. It shows that he is slowly
trusting your opinions,” he stated, looking at me with delight in his eyes.
“I’ll try not to disappoint him,” I answered, keeping as much juice to myself as possible. God, Prince
Elijah’s innocence is so precious.
“You’re turning into a great luna, Serena. I’m happy about this progress.”
My lips curved into a small smile, “Thank you, Prince Elijah. You’ve been a great help too in my
journey.”
He then stepped backward and tipped his chin down towards me.
“Well now, I won’t keep your time. I’ll see you tonight.”
I returned the gesture. “Yes, see youter.”
After talking with Prince Elijah, I entered the grand hall and approached Chris. I shared with him my
vision for the party and he was very much enthusiastic to help out. He called all the servants and the
spell caster, Lord Mage Aizen, from the realm of mages and I did all the talking, exining what the
grand hall would look like, the decors needed and the flow of the party.
The Mage, who was surprisingly very young looking for his title, was eager to start, telling me that he
needed to return to his home to deal with personal matters. I allowed him to leave once he cast his
spell, turning the grand hall into the exact vision I nned. He also provided boxes of the materials I
needed for the decor and for the guests to useter.
Chris who stood beside me at the center of the dance floor nodded in approval.
“His Majesty would be so proud of you, Your Highness. This is the first time I had seen the grand hall
like this,” he eximed.
My chest puffed with pride upon examining the whole area. “Yes, I can’t wait for him to see it.”
Just as I requested, the dance floor was augmented by the mage’s spell. It was still in the same center
spot but it had a ck floor with a picture of the Universe in 3D effect. Directly above the dance floor
was a megalithic crystal chandelier with white cloths attached to the center chain and spreading
throughout the cathedral ceiling.
Floating shimmers, looking like tiny stars, made the ceiling look alive, plus floating candles in different
sizes added more to the effect. The Fantasy geek in me grinned. I patterned this idea from my favorite
book, Harry Potter. I just had to.
Rectangr tables surrounded the whole space of the grand hall. There were buffet tables on each
corner to be used only for desserts and refreshments as the main courses, I figured, were to be served
butler-style to the guests.
“But we still need to finish up the remaining decors, Chris. I wanted them in specific locations,” I stated,
turning my attention to the stacked boxes near us.
He signaled two servants to open the boxes and another five more to receive my instruction. Once I
gave them orders, they left the hall with the boxes of decors in hand.
Wanting to join with the decorating too, I grabbed my own box, went to the royal tform, and started
the arduous duty of securing the decors on the walls…
“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Chris asked, nearing me with concern etched on his face some three
hourster. I was doing a few retouches of the table decors when I suddenly groaned in pain, quickly
touching my forehead in an attempt to nurse it.
“Yes, I’m okay,” I told him, smiling weakly. “I just had a sudden headache. Nothing severe.”
His shoulders rxed and the concern on his face lightened.
“You need to rest though. You’ve been up and about since this morning, Your Highness,” he stated.
I easily dismissed him with a wave of a hand.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. We just need to finish decorating and we’ll be done.”
He didn’t look convinced with my words but nevertheless remained silent, hesitantly left me, and
continued to supervise the servants.
I took ate lunch inside my chamber thereafter with Rhea apanying me. Aero visited sometime
me a heated stare.
With the help of two other female servants, I was dressed in the most exquisite ball gown I had ever
worn in two tones: silver and gold. My corset almost took all of my breath away, but it did provide quite
a good lift for my breasts. The design was an off-shoulder neckline but with a sheerce fabric to cover
my neck and arms. Sewn on it were also jewels, chandelier style, to create an illusion that I was
wearing a ne, but in reality, it was so that my hickeys would be appropriately covered.
To highlight my slender neck and the gorgeous up-do that one of the maids created, I used teardrop
earrings—abination of diamond and opal, and toplete my ensemble, I wore four-inch heels.
With how tall the king was, I didn’t think the added height would level our heads, but it would help with
kissing him easily.
“Your robe, Your Highness,” the other maid stated, lifting the thick, white garment up with both of her
hands. This would be my second time using this robe. The first was that party celebrated in my honor.
Aero’s eyes lit up seeing me wearing it at that time, but he never gave a word. I wondered now if he
would be different.
“You look breathtaking, Serena,” Rheamented when I stood in front of the human-sized mirror in
all of my glory, “but there’s one thing missing.”
“What is?” I arched a brow, looking at her reflection.
“Your crown,” she pointed out.
I looked up and true enough, I agreed with her. A crown would actually betterplete my
appearance.
“Oh, yeah, that one,” I sighed. “The king doesn’t seem to wear one, so I’m thinking I didn’t need one
too?”
“You certainly need one,” she said, knitting her brows, “You’re the queen of this kingdom.”
“That’s fine,” I gave her a lopsided smile. “Anyway, I prefer to be modest this way.”
“Well, it’s your call,” she shrugged her shoulders and thereafter pulled an item from the vanity table,
“And thest touch is this.”
I took it from her hand and wore it without the need for a tie. Lord Mage Aizen had wittily imbued magic
on the masks so that they wouldn’t fall off our faces.
“His Majesty won’t have any difficulty recognizing you, Your Highness. We are sure of it,” one of the
maids eximed, bearing pride in her eyes. The second one giggled as if she knew already my
appearance would affect a certain lengthy muscle of the king’s.
Deep inside, I giggled too. Now I couldn’t really wait to meet him like this.