FATED TO ALPHA HUNTER BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

The king helped me to my feet, and as I stood, he sat on the bed. "Can I help you?" he asked casually, playing with my hand that he was holding.

"You want to shower with me, even though you just took one?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked, and I chewed on my lip.

"Yes, I wouldn't mind showering again. Would you like that?" he asked, standing up and reaching out to grip the front of my shirt. He pulled me toward him, and I squeaked as he pulled me even closer.

"You didn't answer me," he said, peeling my shirt off and unclipping my bra with one hand before tossing them aside. He then undid the button on my jeans and paused, looking at me.

"I'm going to take these off of you. Or would you prefer to keep them on?" he asked.

"Why do you keep asking me questions?" I asked him.

"Because I want you to understand that you have a choice, Ania. I don't want you to be my slave or servant. I just want you, and every time I think you understand that, you revert back to being my servant," he explained.

"If you don't want me as a servant, then what do you want me for?" I asked, feeling panic rise in me. I didn't want to be his sex slave.

"I just want you, and I want you to want me too," he said before sitting on the bed and pulling down my pants. I stepped out of them and he tossed them away before kissing my t**th as he removed my underwear. He threw them to where all my clothes laid in disarray on the floor.

"Would you like to be mine, Ania?" The King asked, looking up at me. I swallowed nervously as I watched him lean closer and kiss my t**gh just above my knee. He nipped at my skin before gently gripping my ankle. He rubbed his thumb over my skin as his eyes watched his hand glide up my leg to my knee.

"Would you like me to be yours?" he asked, as his hand trailed higher. I shivered under his scorching touch, my skin alight with that tingling sensation. I moaned softly, unable to stop the noise from escaping me.

"Would you like that, Ania?" The King asked, as his fingers brushed between the apex of my legs. "I need an answer, Ania. Your answer, and not what you think I want to hear. I want to know if you want the same," he asked, looking up at me. He leaned closer, kissing my stomach, and it fluttered spastically as he nipped at me with his teeth.

Only the moon goddess knows how much I wanted those things, but he was a king, and I was his slave. However, I would answer because if I ever wanted something, it would be the King. No matter how stupid and foolish that was, I wanted him, and I was sick of denying it. Even if he tossed me aside tomorrow, I could say I once got what I wanted.

"I would like that," I answered honestly, and the King smiled at me. My hand reached toward his face, wanting to touch him. I cupped his cheek, and he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into my touch before sighing and tugging me onto his lap. He ran his hands over my back and growled. "I would love to heal you, Ania. I hate how the scars look," he said softly.

"You can heal me?" I asked. The King nodded, and his hand moved from my back and trailed up to my shoulder. "It would still scar, but I can close them if you let me. Or I could give you my blood, but it won't be as effective," he told me.

"I have been wanting to heal you from the time I saw your wounds but didn't want you to freak out," he added. I thought about my blisters and how they had healed overnight, which I found odd. But then I remembered that saliva healing only worked for mates. I pushed away the thought without voicing it.

"Will you let me?" he asked, pecking the corner of my mouth. The thought of him licking my back weirded me out a little.

I inquired, ''And you just have to lick my back?'' He chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, but it would be easier in my other form. It would take longer in this one," he said, and my brows furrowed. Fear, I knew, was etched into my face.

"I won't hurt you. My vae-wolf side recognizes his own, I recognize you, Ania. I can assure you I won't harm you; you just need to trust me," I swallowed, and then a knock sounded on the door. The King looked toward the door before turning and pulling me behind him.

"Just me, Your Highness," Gary called out, and the King let out a breath.

"Just leave it. I will be out in a minute," the King answered, and I listened to Gary walk away after placing something by the door. "Go on and take a shower. I can tell you don't want me in there with you," he stated. He knew me a little too well. The King passed me a towel after climbing off his lap. I wrapped it around myself, and the King gazed at me.

I stepped out of the shower and noticed a food tray on the bed. King Arman had not even bothered to get changed, and I felt a little strange just standing around in a towel. He motioned for me to come over to him and flicked the TV on, moving the tray to the bedside table. As I stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed, he reached over and gripped my wrist, jerking me on top of him. The motion made an audible squeak leave my lips as I collided with his chest, and he chuckled at my awkwardness. I scrambled upright, placing my hands on his chest. However, he then gripped my thighs and tugged me back down onto him, forcing me to sit. My towel had risen precariously, and my face heated as he looked down between my legs. I tried to close them, but his hands prevented me from doing so.

"You are embarrassed by me seeing you na**d when in the morning I had my fingers in there," he said, and my face heated even more at his words. Why did he have to say such vulgar things? Was he trying to embarrass me? His hands trailed higher underneath the towel, exposing me even more to his wandering eyes, I wanted to tug it down when he gripped my hips and placed me directly over where his hard c**k was.

"Arman!" I hissed, feeling his hardened length through the thin towel covering him. He sighed and let me move higher but pulled me back down when I tried to climb off him to sit beside him.

"The moon will be out soon, is it almost your birthday?" the King asked, and I furrowed my brows in confusion. Was it a question or just a statement? The King could be quite bizarre at times, and I didn't know if his questions warranted an actual answer.

"Are you nervous about shifting?" he asked.

"Kind of. I didn't like my first experience, but with the moon coming out, all of our kind must shift. Why did you ask?" I replied. Although I was slightly petrified about shifting, I knew it wasn't supposed to be excruciating with subsequent shifts. It would haunt me forever if I couldn't get it right. " Because during the full moon shifting most discover there mates,are you ready?" He asked .

"I think you may be mistaken about werewolves only finding their mates during the full moon," I replied. "While it is true that werewolves tend to stay within their packs, it is not uncommon for them to find their mates outside of the pack as well."

He nodded in agreement before continuing, "I will be returning to your old pack next week to speak with matron Mrs. Sydney and find out a few things. But that is not the reason I asked about your birthday."

As he spoke, he gently squeezed my t**hs and rubbed his thumbs against the inside of them. "What do you know about vae-wolves?" he asked, looking up at me.

"I know that they are different from both vampires and lycans. They are a superior species, immortal, and possess abilities that are beyond what werewolves and vampires have," I responded. The King seemed to ponder my answer for a moment before speaking again.

"I see," he said. "Well, I must admit that I have some knowledge of vae-wolves myself. And I must say, I find them quite intriguing."

At this point, I began to feel a sense of unease. I had not yet revealed to the King that I was, in fact, a vae-wolf myself. I wondered if he knew or if he was simply curious about the species.

Despite my fears, I mustered the courage to ask him, "Do you know any vae-wolves personally?"

The King looked at me for a moment before answering, "I have encountered a few in my time, but I would not say that I know any personally. Is there a reason why you're asking?"

"I don't know much, so I'm not sure what you're asking," I replied after taking a deep breath. I shrugged, not understanding his point or where he was going with the conversation.

"I am asking something, but it needs to wait until after you shift," he said, tugging at the knot of the towel. I gripped his hand, and he raised an eyebrow at me before I let him go. He undid it, letting it fall away, so I was sitting on him completely naked. The King moved underneath me, pulling me with him until he sat, so he was leaning against the headboard with me straddling his lap.

"Vaewolf mates are harder to find because they are a dying species," he explained.

"Because they are immortal, how can you be a dying species?" I blurted out, genuinely curious about how so few of them existed. King Arman laughed like he found what I said funny.

"Immortal means our lifespan has no end, but that doesn't mean we aren't killable. We can still die the same as anyone if mortally injured. We're just more durable," he explained.

"So if I shot you, you would die?" I asked curiously.

"Depends on the type of bullet and how close it gets to my heart. Are you planning on killing me? Because if you are, I may have to reconsider my next question," he laughed.

"No, and I don't know how to use a gun, much less find one," I replied.

"How about you promise not to kill me, and I promise not to kill you?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked.He laughed.

"Somehow, I don't think it would be possible for me to kill you," I said.

"It's possible in more ways than you know," he told me.

"What do you mean?" I asked my king.

"That doesn't matter, for now. What matters is my next question. I just want to make sure you are making a choice because you want to, not because of the shift," he said.

"Why do you think I would change my mind at whatever your question is?" I asked.

"Yes, I believe you would, but I want your answer now, not after," he chimed.

"You are making no sense, my king," I stated.

"You will understand, power is everything to wolves, title, especially she-wolves, even those with mates always seek out dominant males, so yes, I believe after the moon and you shift It would sway you to agree to what I want to ask," he told me.

"Unless you're a rogue, we have no status, so I fail to see what you're getting at?" I chirped.

"I am hoping that will change; I want to change your title, Ania," he corrected.

I thought only Lycans and Vae-wolves were part of the King's pack?" I asked. He nodded in agreement.

"Arman, I am not like you, and I don't think your pack would take too kindly to me being among them. Besides, what about Rina?" I squealed, smiling as I thought of her. I already missed her, and it had only been half a day since I last saw her.