A kiss

A Kiss With The Alpha King

CHAPTER 2 – RED STREAKS

RHYS

“I can’t believe you came all this way to attend this wedding and you plan to spend your time here,”

Mars, my annoying yet loyal Beta nagged me as soon as we got out of the sun. ‘Here’ was a modern private suite put together just for me by the Alpha of Clawride Pack. It was not as furnished as any suite back in my pack but still comfortable. Smooth crafted wooden chairs were arranged next to an antique drawer and a wide bed took up most of the space in the room.

My pack, Plum Paradise, was the biggest and the richest in the country. That in turn made me the supreme head, the Alpha King and the other packs paid their respects to me. Constantly, packs sought out help in fighting wars and protecting their territories. It was a huge responsibility which rested solely on my shoulders, nothing I couldn’t handle, of course.

“I can’t believe I came all this way to attend this wedding. Period.” I retorted, examining the room I would be staying in for at least a day. How Mars and Matilda, my old caregiver had managed to convince me to even leave my room for this wedding was still a miracle to me.

“Alpha, this is for your own good. Clawride Pack is known for their beautiful and fertile women. We might be lucky to find a solution to your… condition here. Don’t give up hope yet. I haven’t and neither

has Matilda.”

I paced the room, looking for what to do with my hands and tried not to lose my temper. It was an embarrassing truth but the fact was that I had never gotten hard before, as in, never ever. My pack was filled with beautiful females of various sizes but none of them had ever gotten me sexually excited enough to have an erection. It was distressing, the one flaw in me that was too big for me to overlook.

Tilly, as I fondly called my old caregiver, partnered with Mars had searched for numerous concoctions, potions, anything to help but it was hopeless. I could not be fixed and no matter how hard I tried to act like it didn’t matter, it ate me up from the inside, making me doubt myself. How could I possibly be a man if I could not perform the basic intimate task required from all men?

“I really think you should come. You should get to know the people who pay homage to you.” The fight was out of his voice, his tiredness now obvious from his slumped shoulders.

I kicked my shoes off my feet and attacked my bowtie. “You and I know that Keller did not invite me to his son’s wedding because he and I are best friends. He is merely trying to win my favour or to prove to his guests that he has connections in high places. Don’t be fooled by this cheap

establishment.”

Mars opened his mouth to protest but I held up a finger to shut him up. Mars was my Beta and also the closest thing I had to a friend. However, he knew his place and never disrespected me, despite all the weird things I made him do for me. Since I could not satisfy them, Mars slept with my mistresses on

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my behalf, keeping them blindfolded and Ignorant. That way, my secret remained safe from the world.

My feel took me to a tall, vertical mirror standing beside a window, I was wearing an old navy blue suit with white pearl man who had died from heartbreak. It was sad that something as small as that had defeated a warrior

like him.

ttons that Tilly said hand To my father, the former Alpha King, a great

I was only twelve then when I returned from a fishing trip with friends only to find my mother in the arms of another man. My mother, Serena was without doubt a very attractive woman and many sald she was a replica of the Moon Goddess. She was also adventurous and confident and added to the fact that they were mates, Father had fallen helplessly in love with her. Nevertheless, his love for her had become a weakness and eventually, his downfall.

The day I saw her moaning in pleasure, pleasure derived from a man that wasn’t my father was the day my hatred for women was born. Women were manipulative creatures, weaving their charms around you until you became their s**e. They made you feel special and then stabbed you in the back. My fists formed balls of fury as I remembered how my father had died alone and it was a reminder to me to never let any woman get to me. I had carved out my heart and buried it with my father, determined to never die the way he had: broken and less than a man.

“Okay. If you won’t come to the wedding hall with me, at least, promise me you would take your

concoction.”

“Don’t you know when to give up, Mars? Nothing ever works! Not now, not a change of environment, not even your silly potions can help me. I have kept countless mistresses, sexy women have offered me their bodies yet nothing! I only agreed to come here so I could have some rest. Go have

fun and leave me alone!”

I watched him through the mirror, his lips in a thin line. At last, he removed our overnight bags from the chairs and took them to a closet. He arranged my nightwear on the bed, kicked my shoes under the bed, working in silence. Immediately he slammed the door behind him, I sighed from the depths of my troubled soul, my huge shoulders slumped in defeat. My head ached from where my long hair was bound by a string. I tugged at it roughly and my hair fell onto my shoulders, heavy and as dark as

midnight.

My reflection stared back at me as I undid the first two buttons on my shirt. Old scars and heavy tattoos decorated my chest, each one having its own significance. No one had seen my face, no one knew what I looked like except Tilly and Mars and I hoped for it to remain that way. My pack members made up for their lack of knowledge about their Alpha by spreading rumours about me. I heard most of the rumours from Mars, not that I really cared about the gossips.

Some said my eyes were cold enough to freeze hell over. 1 agreed that my eyes were a bit odd. Not. many people had amethyst eyes, that I knew of. They said the reason I hid within the walls of my palace was probably because I had an awful scar or I was a flesh eating monster. The rumours were endless and

some were wilder than the other.

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I wasn’t bothered by the rumours, anyways. I was more concerned about fixing myself. If there was no solution, I would never feel the warm body of a woman underneath me. I would never taste the pleasure, the sheer pleasure of having a woman at my mercy. I would never be complete. It was a fear that consumed me and the thought of it made me crazy. Emotions had no meaning to me and I could not imagine myself obsessing over a woman but it was like there was something out there that I was missing out on.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the window. Taking two steps to the left, I saw a young woman bent over a pot of flowers. She was dressed in simple clothes, and her blonde hair had red streaks in it. Her lower lip was caught in between her teeth as she put the flowers back in place, focused on her task. Once she was done, she ran her tongue over her lips and I imagined myself biting down on that full lower lip. She stopped for a second and raised her head and as if planned, our eyes met. A heated sensation ran down my back and I gasped softly in shock.

Forest green eyes clashed with mine and acting on impulse, I pulled the curtains close. My hands were shaking for no reason and I felt excitement in my belly. Who was she and why did she have such an effect on me? I gripped the window bars so hard that they squeaked. Blaming the stress from the long journey, I finished undressing myself and slipped into the bathroom to steam off. As water spilled onto my face, I closed my eyes and my mind brought up her image again. Her lips, her eyes, her hair like fire burning a wheat farm, all in my head. Goddess, who was that woman?

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