The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 19

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 19 by desirenovel NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

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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 the last, 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 occasionally 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 discomfort

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 stipulated 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 worse comes to worst and my council would demand me to remarry, I wouldn’t

hesitate to declare 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 become 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 was laughing

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 minutes later, 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 too late. I couldn’t scent her anymore, not in the

cafe she went earlier, not in her apartment, not in any other place. 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.