The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 83

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 83 by desirenovel

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Aero said to dress up so I did, going straight to my closet and rummaged its contents. Expecting a fight

soon, I figured I needed to wear appropriate clothing. Luckily, I was able to find one in my wardrobe: a

three-toned, gray, black, and red, leather-like coat-dress that looked nothing formal or fancy.

It had a pirate-ty vibe to it with the big buttons and wide waist strap, but it certainly wasn’t meant to be

worn by a sword-swinging buccaneer. It was more similar to the suits in Assassin’s Creed, only that it

was a female version of it. I paired it with black leggings and wore knee-length boots to finalize my

outfit. I may not know if this was what the other she-wolves wear in their human form during a fight, but

I was pretty sure this was totally the best ensemble to kick that bitch Sofia’s butt.

Rhea, after Aero ordered a servant to summon her, helped me prepare. She was very worried about

what was happening in the kingdom and I could also pick up the concern in her eyes for me. Confident

of my plan, I reassured her that everything would end up…well, less bloody. She gave me a big sisterly

hug and wished me safety before I left her.

When I went back to my husband’s chamber, Aero was already standing in his receiving room’s

balcony. It seemed we had the same idea in mind because he wore a battle suit of the same leather-

like material, paired it with black gloves that would have been a BDSM tool under different

circumstances, a heavy-looking dark blue coat, and a pair of black combat boots. His overall aura

made him look deliciously dangerous, for me at least.

He lifted his hand palm up and invited me to take it.

I did and before I knew it, we were in the Salviste Lake, under the gloomy morning sky.

Aero took me to the spot where we used to stay when we were but forming our innocent friendship in

the past. He motioned for me to sit on one of the big roots jutting out from the ground near the tree

trunk while he stood in front of me, spearing me with his deep gaze.

“Wait here,” he said just as he took his coat off and tossed it onto another jutting root nearby.

I lifted a confused brow at him while he turned around and strode to the shoreline. To my surprise, he

didn’t stop there. He moved forward until the lower half of his body was covered in the glowing water.

“Aero!” I cried out whilst standing up, unable to understand his actions.

He didn’t reply. He just continued with whatever he had in mind and dove into the water.

‘Wait here,’ he said earlier and like an obedient mate, I did, but I counted down the seconds—all

seventy seconds of it—until he resurfaced and dragged his wet form into the land.

The first thing I noticed when he was partly out of the water was the piece of flat wood he held on his

right hand. It was three rulers long and two rulers wide. I furrowed my brows in additional confusion, but

as I stared at it more and as he moved closer to me and lifted it up, it became clear what it was.

“The painting!” I gasped, my eyes turning to saucers. I couldn’t believe I was looking at the mirror

image of that painting I bought on Earth, the one where it transported me to Phanteon, in Aero’s bed to

be exact.

It looked the same: from the mixture of colors, the vividness of the mountains, trees, and castle, down

to the complexity of the brush strokes. The fact that he hauled it from the depths of the lake and it still

remained unspoiled blew my mind. There must have been some magic imbued in it for it to be immune

to the elements.

Dripping wet, my husband flashed a coy smile at me and confessed, “I made this myself. This was

supposed to be my gift to you that day, but when it became clear you weren’t going to show up, I

decided to throw this painting into the lake.”

“Oh Aero…” I cried out, suddenly feeling teary-eyed again.

I stepped closer to him, touched the painting first giving it idle strokes, then directed my attention on my

husband’s handsome profile, and palmed his cheek.

“I would have cherished this with all my heart,” I said, slightly sobbing.

He cupped my hand and pressed his face more against my palm, relishing the warmth it had emitted.

“Honestly, I had Lord Mage Aizen put a spell on this, a spell that would allow you to leave that damn

tower with just a touch of the painting and be in my arms. I would have confessed my feelings to you

that day. This painting would have allowed us to be together always.”

“And create a whirlwind forbidden romance between a werewolf prince and a priestess in training?” I

added, giving him an understanding smile, “That would have been one hell of a story.”

“I was desperate for your love, Serena,” he fired back making my heart do somersaults as a result.

Who could have expected a cold prince who basically expressed hatred with the female race would fall

helplessly in love with one in the end.

“I hadn’t known love until you came,” he went on, putting the painting down just as he half knelt in front

of me. I was partly worried for him since he was still drenched and all, but at the same time, I didn’t

want to interrupt his confession.

“Women for me were evil creatures. My mother never once spared me any attention or love. She was

too preoccupied with her self, her greed, and lust. When she did spare me some attention, it was to

force me into her fetish. I was six when she started locking me up in a room where her handmaidens

would fuck in front of me. They’d give me an orgy show. Since I was royalty, of course, they couldn’t

touch me, but they waited until I would cave in. They waited until I would join in with their salacious

games. Hell, I never did. They saw me as an innocent boy, but they were wrong. Their actions only

sparked a hatred within me. Their wicked laughter, their repulsive moans, and disgusting bodies fueled

my anger. I thought I would never see a woman past all those evil images in my head, but then, I met

you…and you brought me into the light. Maybe, that early in our relationship, I had sensed you to be

my true mate. I just didn’t want to admit it yet.”

I felt a lump in my throat whilst hearing his words. I wasn’t there when he was mentally abused, but I

sure felt his pain and suffering now. It was raw and real and understandable. Those bitches, her mother

included, deserved to go to hell. I hope they did. Damn them for hurting my mate.

Aero traced the frame of the painting and stopped when his fingers reached the middle bottom part. A

clicking sound was heard and then he opened a small hidden compartment.

To my surprise, he pulled out a ring with a platinum-looking band and a diamond-encrusted middle and

held it out in front of me.

“I…uh…went to Earth to buy this for you back then. I didn’t want to give you just a painting. I wanted

something to encompass my devotion to you, so…here it is.”

The Alpha King of Phanteon who showed me his rude, icy attitude in the past, now looked sheepish

and unsure. Huh, what a milestone indeed.

Trying to contain my giddy self, I lifted my right hand up and stretched my fingers. “I’ll gladly accept

your gift this time Aero.”

The expression on his face thereafter was priceless. Like a boy who was allowed his first car drive, he

flashed me the biggest, heart-stopping smile. He took my hand and inserted the precious ring on my

finger all in just three seconds.

Our mouths crashed quickly. Our hands cupped each other’s faces. He pressed me against the

massive trunk all the while arranging me so that my legs would spread for him. As expected, his

unmistakable bulge caught my attention then.

“My wife, my queen, my luna, my everything…” he enumerated between kisses. “My forever. I love

you.”

I didn’t mind him acting so cheesy now. It was worth hearing such words especially when we were

about to head to battle.

“Aero, my husband, my king, my Alpha, my eternity…” I replied, taking in all of his amazing, hypnotic

scent. “I love you too.”

Then I felt his cock move, trying to fight his pants for freedom. I chuckled.

“I’m unsure whether to cringe or laugh at this distraction, but we really should address this concern of

yours before we kick some ass,” I told him with a cheeky grin.

He moved his hips upward in reply and gave me a smirk. “I always wanted to take you under this

blasted tree. Do I have your permission to fulfill that long-craved fantasy now, my queen?”

“Of course,” I slurred and tipped my head up so that he could access my mate mark. I badly wanted

him to lick me there again.

He read my mind and so without delay, he lapped the crook of my neck with abandon. His tongue…oh,

it really gave me divine chills when it contacted the edges of my mate mark.

I closed my eyes and began chanting hallelujah in my head due to the wonderful sensations he was

giving me.

My hands, deciding to be useful, worked to unzip his pants—meeting a bit of resistance because of the

thick material—but nevertheless, got to free his erection successfully.

While that was happening, he ungloved his right hand and thereafter became busy with accessing my

sex, with difficulty might I add. As the Alpha King, there was no way in hell he was going to be denied

entry by a piece of clothing, so he took the shortcut. The ripping sound of success told me he had

found a way nearest my folds.

“Goodness, yes,” I moaned when he inserted his fingers directly to my channel; my underwear shoved

to the side for easier access.

He released a delighted groan when three of his fingers were immediately saturated with my juices.

“You’re so ready,” he murmured on my ear.

“Yes, I am,” I whimpered.

He poised his erection at my entrance, the blunt tip hitting my quivering folds, then staring deeply into

each other’s soul, he pierced me deeply.

“Oh! Ohhh…” I mewled at the fullness of the contact.

I grabbed both of his shoulders, seeing them as good support when he pulled his cock out and rammed

it back in.

“Aero…yes!” I exclaimed in a ragged voice.

His warm breath met mine before I knew he was once again claiming my mouth. In a flurry of passion,

we shared another fiery French-kissing.

He continued to pump up, elevating me to new heights with each insertion. I rocked my hips too, tossed

my head, and arched my back when the feeling became too much.

Undergoing the same thing, I saw his jaw tense. His grip on my waist tightened, probably reddening my

skin there. His thrusts became harder, his balls hitting my inner skin faster.

“I’m almost there, Aero! Oh, yes..I’m going to cu…ahhh!”

I took a sharp breath when rapture hit me; my clit throbbing like crazy and my inner walls shaking like a

fucking 9.0 earthquake. Aero followed me no less than a second and got his own powerful release. I

felt his seed filling me fully; my uterus accepting them with a hundred percent enthusiasm.

Partly dizzy, I planted a kiss on his jaw. He kissed me back but on my forehead.

“Fucking exactly what I envisioned in my boyish fantasy,” he announced.

“Glad I fulfilled that wish,” I chuckled lightly.

“Ohhhh…damnn…” we both mumbled when he pulled his semi-solid cock out.

I bit my bottom lip and stared at it with longing when he housed it back under his pants.

“You’ll see it again later,” he teasingly stated, “Are you ready for another surprise now, my queen?”

“What? There’s more?” my eyelids fluttered.

“Of course,” he answered and grabbed my wrist. “Come. I’m sure you’d love to meet them.”