The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 20

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 20 by desirenovel

Serena

I was inside a grandiose bedroom, alone and not so surprised why I was separated from the other

women with me. They thought me a royal after all and all royals get to have better treatment. It seems

Earth and the other realms didn’t differ in this aspect.

However, I would have preferred to be with the others, give them comfort maybe and at the same time

gather intel. They might have an idea who had just purchased us.

I honestly thought my plan would work. Well, it would have worked out if it wasn’t for that so-called

master the butler was referring to. I saw the look of distress in Manross’s and the auctioneer’s eyes.

They looked uncomfortable for a brief moment and then easily, they submitted.

“I will allow His Grace’s request, but let all vampires before me bear witness to this event. I will wash

my hands of any responsibilities and of any consequences that would arise between the realms of the

vampires and werewolves,” was the auctioneer’s cautious answer.

That time, I felt like a bucket of ice was dumped on me. I couldn’t believe what he said.

Then I noticed the master of the butler stand up. Despite the shadow that hid him, I could tell he was

tall and proportionally well-built. I felt the atmosphere of the room shift to freezing degrees and it wasn’t

because of the metaphorical bucket of ice. Oh no. It was this man’s aura. However far the space

between us, I felt his commanding presence envelop me. It was nerve-wracking.

He nonchalantly waved a hand as if telling them he didn’t care and then left the balcony, leaving the

butler to speak for him.

“The Master says ‘proceed.’”

With that, Manross grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of the stage. I cast a last glance at the

auctioneer. His expression was that of insensitivity, but once his eyes met mine, he grinned.

I raised my chin and sent him a glare. I wanted him to know my confidence didn’t break. I would find a

way out of this mess soon.

“The Master would like to meet you, Your Highness. He is waiting for you at the sky lounge,” informed

the same butler after he knocked twice and opened the door of my bedroom slash prison.

I stood up from the chair positioned near the ceiling-high windows and nodded at him.

Minutes after I was placed inside this room, three female servants entered bringing with them a range

of gowns, pieces of jewelry and boxes of perfumes and make-up.

This kind of treatment didn’t surprise me at all. I had expected it already. What actually caught my

attention was the fact that two of the three gorgeous women were humans.

Actual humans.

And they looked happy and contented.

I didn’t want to be nosy, but I had to know why, so I asked them. Unfortunately, the two women were

tight-lipped.

They just gave me blank looks and secretive smiles.

I didn’t bother on knowing anymore. I instead focused on my pending meeting with their master.

I chose the least revealing gown in the batch. It was silvery-green in color, with a turtleneck neckline

and long sleeves. It however had a bare back but I didn’t think it mattered. I chose no jewelry and I

didn’t bother painting my face. What for when I didn’t intend on negotiating with their master using my

charms?

But now as I walked towards the extravagantly designed hallway, I second-guessed myself. Maybe I

needed a little charm to encourage him to free us. My title as queen didn’t seem to work. What else

was there to use that had higher chances of success other than the charms of a woman?

I released a long sigh to lighten the pressure on my shoulder. Here’s to hoping for the best.

The butler gestured for me to enter after he silently opened the double doors made of hard polished

wood. I did so with my hands clasped together.

The sky lounge indeed bore true to its name. Once I stepped inside, I noticed a really wide and open

balcony in front of me. The skyline, dark but vibrant with stars, welcomed my sight. The roof was

shaped like a dome. It was made of glass or some transparent industrial material. It complemented the

overall aura of the place.

Deep inside, I was thankful to meet their master in this open area where fresh air surrounded me. I

didn’t want to smell anything blood-related as much as possible, but I knew I was only fooling myself.

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was a given.

I heard the double doors close and then I felt a gust of wind pass me from behind. My hair was all over

the place as a consequence so I sought to smooth them back to their rightful position.

My eyes landed on a shadowy figure thereafter. I could easily tell it was the master I had been wanting

to meet. He stood in the far corner of the balcony facing west. Despite wearing a long cape, I could see

how broad his back was and how ramrod straight his spine was.

Easily, he towered over me as my fake husband did and like King Aero, I felt a little intimidated by this

man…er…vampire too.

“Please, approach, Your Highness. Honor me with your presence,” I jerked when I clearly heard his

voice despite the windy noise around us. It was as if he was whispering the words directly to my ear.

After sucking a good amount of air inside my lungs, I neared him.

“You sure are bold to buy me and the others despite knowing the truth,” I said with all the confidence I

could tie with my voice.

He slowly turned to face me, one large hand caressing the balustrade as if it was a precious gem.

My breath was briefly caught in my throat once his face came to view under the light of the balcony.

He was handsome in a feminine kind of way. I couldn’t quite explain it. His nose, jawline, and lips were

super fine. His brows were not bushy. It was well-trimmed. His hair was in the shade of brown, brushed

up neatly but I could tell, the edges would look rough after a bath.

His eyes were the typical red for a vampire, but it surprisingly had a ring of silvery violet in the center. It

brought me goosebumps staring at it; the kind where fear and excitement mixed.

“Hm, the truth is inconsequential and fleeting if I say so myself,” he answered, his voice giving out an

echoing tone, “especially when what you claim hasn’t been proved yet.”

I frowned, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“I am the Queen of Phanteon,” I told him without stuttering. “I have no reason to explain anything to

you.”

He smirked at me.

“Oh, I know. I could see it in those courageous eyes of yours that you speak the truth.”

“Good,” I nodded, “now let me start negotiating our release—“

“However,” he cut me off, raising a palm in between us, “I am more attracted to the other side of the

story.”