The Alpha's Temptation

Morava visited Alpha Mirik by evening. Now she was well versed about the behaviors of the Alphas and she knew what she was going to see when she reached there. Just to make sure that she didn’t have the same experience she had with Alpha Henk and Kepp, she took two bodyguards that were assigned by Alpha Levin with her.

As she had thought, Mirik was having wine, sitting on a couch in his main hall and three concubines surrounded him. Two were on the floor with their heads on his thighs while one was feeding him meat pieces.

Mirik didn’t bat an eyelid when he saw Morava. “What brings you here, Morava?” he asked, accepting a piece of roasted lamb from his concubine.

She smiled and sat opposite to him. She crossed her legs and said, “Can’t a queen come to visit her Alpha?”

He barked a laugh and then dismissed his concubines. As soon as they left, he leaned forward and said, “Now tell me what is your main purpose. If you need gold coins, I can give them to you, but you have to leave after that.”

“Why are you so eager to throw me out, Alpha Mirik?” she asked, resting her back on the cushioned chair.

“I don’t think we can stay together anymore, Morava,” he replied instantly. “While I will continue to support you, I can’t stay with you. I love my three concubines more than I love you.”

Morava chuckled. “At least you love me a little.”

Mirik blushed slightly. “State your purpose and leave.”

Morava took a deep breath in. “I have come to you with an interesting proposition, Alpha Mirik.”

He raised his eyebrow. “About what?”

She brushed her nails with her fingers. “You see I have been to all the Alphas after King Felis died, but–” she looked at him from under her eyelashes. “You are the strongest. I know you will ridicule me about it, but I do feel that if you try to unite the kingdom under you, you would be a far better king than King Felis.”

This particular piece of information peaked his interest. “Continue.”

Morava knew that he had taken the bait. “Every Alpha out here is weak except you. You are wise and have the power to defeat them, to put them under you and rule them.”

“And how will I do that?” he asked. “It’s not that every Alpha is my friend. If you have failed to notice, we have divided our wealth and our lands.”

“I know!” she replied, leaning forward. “I thought of a way and I will help you completely if you will trust me.”

He cocked his head to the side. He wasn’t convinced but there was no harm in listening to her.

“If you get support from only six Alphas, you will be able to take down the remaining five easily. After that you will be declared their king unanimously.”

He scoffed. “You must be dreaming Morava. No one will support me, let alone make me their king.” He sipped wine as if dismissing her.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“But I already have Alpha Levin’s support. He has agreed to support you,” she said with a cocky smile.

“What?” Mirik couldn’t believe that Levin would support him. But to think about it, ever since they had separated, Levin was the quietest one. He stayed in his quarters and never fought with him. “That’s interesting,” he said, his lips curving up.

She shrugged. “I told you. All you have to do is trust me. Rest will float smoothly.”

“But how do I know you are speaking the truth?” he said, still unconvinced.

“We can arrange for a meeting with him,” she suggested.

“Fine with me!” Mirik said. “I want to hear from Alpha Levin that he would support me for the throne.”

“You will,” she said firmly. “If you like I can arrange a meeting with him within an hour.”

“Great!” Mirik said excitedly. “I am available in an hour.”

Morava got up and went back to Alpha Levin. “Alpha Mirik wants to meet you,” she said with a triumphant smile.

Levin was in his study, looking at the may of Hydra Kingdom. “Why?”

“I told him that you would need his support. He is ready to give his support to you, but he has a condition,” she said, as she sauntered to the table.

“I am listening. Go on,” Levin said, gazing at her.

“He wants to be the king of Hydra.”

“What the f**k!” Levin’s muscles bulged in anger. “What kind of condition is this? Are you insane? I will never accept it!”

“Calm down, Alpha,” Morava said in a soft voice. “Let him demand what he wants to. Who is bothered? At least you get his support to fight others.”

“Morava!” Levin was so pissed that he threw the map on the floor.

“You didn’t get me, Alpha Levin,” she said, looking at the map. “Let Mirik think that he will be the next king, but once your purpose is fulfilled, you can simply… eliminate him.”

Levin stared at Morava for a long time.

“This is the only way to get their support, Alpha Levin,” Morava pointed. “That’s how the games of thrones are played. You will agree to his demands only till it is of any benefit to you. Once you have won the war, Hydra will be yours!”

Levin walked to the window and leaned on its edge. The night was young and the crescent moon was hanging low over the pines and firs. “I will meet him,” he said in the end.

“Perfect!” Morava exclaimed. “The meeting is in an hour.” She couldn’t believe that she had fooled two Alphas so easily. It was now just a matter of time that she would rope in other alphas too. She was going to promise the kingdom to each and every one of them, while she was the one who would rule it eventually.

In the meeting with Mirik, Levin agreed that he would support Mirik to be the king of Hydra. When they were having dinner together at night, Morava said, “I will go and meet Jaris tomorrow.”