The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate

Quinn's deep sleep was interrupted by knocks on the door. She opened her eyes, realizing that Zayd wasn't in his room...it was only her.

A groan left her lips as she sat up. “Who's there?”

“It's Marcia. Can I come in for a minute?”

Quinn's eyes widened immediately as she looked around at the remnants of last night scattered evidently on the floor; the clothes and the shoes...everything was messy. “I'm coming...give me a second!”

She jumped off the bed, wincing at the soreness in her core as she picked up the clothes, stuffing them beneath the sheet and buttoning on Zayd's white shirt over her nakedness.

It covered a little over a quart of her thighs, but it was all she could find at the moment. This felt...it felt...

“You don't need a wolf to guide us. We don't need protection, after all, in a game of chest...the queen is the most valuable player; the most powerful. That's why she doesn't protect...she is protected. The queen's only mission is to pave the way for her king to win. That's exactly why we need you...to guide him. My son...that foolish boy..."

She chuckled, taking a seat on the bed that Quinn was dying to tell her not to sit on. “That boy had always been troubled. We grew him well, we showed him love, but he always desired more love. He wandered high and low for it, torturing himself until ice caged his heart. He became reckless, doing things I, for one, begged him not to. He claimed he had nothing to lose, and probably that's why he always won...but his victories were always a mix of sorrow and joy. He destroyed so many people because he wasn't happy; growing our pack on the soil water by their blood. Even when we were at the top, he was still anxious...anxious and sorrowful. I knew a mate was what he lacked, it was a desire he kept to himself...and now I know I wasn't wrong. This morning was the happiest I've ever seen him. His smile looked more genuine, he looked as if he'd seen a different light. He can change...only you can change him, Quinn.”

“I...I don't think I have that much power over him.”

“Think again my child because you do. He's gone down to the canteen, that giddy fool said you haven't been eating well, so he's getting you breakfast. He also asked me to stay away from you until you're ready to open up to other people. He basically threatened his own mother.”

“I'm...I'm sorry about that.”

Marcia fanned her off. “No need...he's always been like that, ever since he was a kid...speaking of which, I bet you'd love to see the smaller version of Zayd...I'll be back, lemme get the album.”

She rushed through the door, and Quinn breathed out a breath of relief as she looked towards Zayd's closet. More clothes...she needed more clothes...more than that, she needed a shower...

But Marcia said she'd back and...

Quinn groaned, walking over to the closet and picking out one of Zayd's oversized shorts. She drew it on, shivering uncomfortably at the way his come soaked her inner thighs.

It barely hugged her waist...it rather rested loosely against her hips...but for now, it would definitely have to do.”