A Kiss With The Alpha King: The Trial

By Havilworth

“I don’t trust women. They are manipulative creatures.”
“Even me?” I asked as he pinned my hands above my head and pressed his heated body against mine.
“Especially you, Vee. You are my addiction and my weakness.”
“You are a monster! I cannot have you as a mate. I, Wren Maddock reject you, Venus Vinley as my mate and Luna. Leave my presence!”
Rejected by her mate because of her monstrous wolf and despised by her family, Venus Vinley loses her wolf as a result and the hope of finding a second chance mate is leading her to a new life. However, when her first kiss is stolen by a mysterious stranger, another interesting phase of her life begins.
The Alpha of Plum Paradise, the powerful Alpha King, Rhys Lazmo has everything: a rich pack, power, influence, half a dozen mistresses, and a big secret: he has never gotten hard before. He meets the solution to his problem, a young maid, who sparks a desire he has never felt before within him but disappears afterward.
When all hope seems lost, the Goddess places them on the same path, determined to make a love story out of the two troubled souls. Although Rhys’ hatred for women threatens to ruin their happiness, he cannot deny the raw want, the all-consuming attraction between them, something no other woman could give him.
It is only a matter of time before he lets down his guard and lets love in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Sep 2, 2023

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CHAPTERR 46 Mine

VENUS

I was drowning in the sea of his kiss and his column-like shoulders were my only anchors. I clutched at them, hungry for something but having no idea what it was. He pulled at my hair, baring my throat for his assault. He was everything I hated and wanted at the same time. His hot, hard thighs held me in place, pushing me into the bed.

My hands touched whatever skin it could find, desperation building up within me. He ground against my hips, teasing a moan out of my lips. He nibbled on my chin, working his way back to my lips. On his arrival, I opened up for him as if I was created for his touch and he ate me whole.

I found spots on his back where he liked to be touched and when I trailed my fingers down his spine, he groaned deep in his throat, destroying his control. His kiss became sloppy and he humped me faster, my punishment for being a tease.

You are overdressed. Off, off, off! he roared at me, ripping my breezy top in impatient urgency. I squealed at the sound of the once pretty top now in matching shreds with his bedding. His greedy big palms caressed my eager breasts and the heat of his hands had my eyes rolling in. What was this hunger existing between us?

Mine! he declared possessively as though any one was contesting hia claim. He resembled a wild animal but he looked even more gorgeous somehow. His thumbs toyed with my nipples and I was close to begging him for what I wanted. It was there on my tongue but my pride would not let me. He dug his knee between my legs, keeping them wide open.

One naughty hand led a path from my knee up to my thigh and lingered there lazily. He was everywhere at once, his lips sucking my neck, a hand punishing a nipple and the other playing an unknown game on my thighs. His pupils were dilated and burned me with his heated stare. His hand inched higher but when my legs voluntarily widened, welcoming him, he withdrew and slipped his hand behind my knees.

I grunted in frustration and he swatted my ass, making me jump in shock.

I haven’t forgotten that you owe me a proper show of gratitude, he explained out of the blue. I demand to hear it before I give you what you want.

The bastard! Trust him to bring up a forgotten topic when I was high-strung with emotions. I pursed my lips stubbornly and he bent his head. In a vicious and sudden move, he descended on my nipples, tonguing and flicking at every radius of the rosy tips. My defences cracked under his torment but I fought to hold on, digging my fingers into his back.

He continued like he had all day, his hands slipping under my skirt. His fingers were inches away from where I needed them but he left me on edge. I arched my back but only succeeded in pushing more of my sensitive tits into his mouth. He was insatiable and was ready to make me beg for my release.

Please. The word slipped out of my mouth involuntarily and he chuckled against my bosom, sending shivers all over me.

Nice but wrong word, he decided and resumed his assault. I smelled him, saw him and breathed him in. There was no escape for me. I tried another choice of words.

Thank. . .you, I surrendered and he hummed in victory, dropping his hands lower.

Again and louder, he ordered.

Thank you!

Again! He smacked my ass in rhythm to his words. Thank you what?

Thank you, Alpha! I corrected myself after another spank.

Again!!

Thank you, Alpha! Thank you, Alpha!! Thank you, Alpha!!! I recited shamelessly at the top of my voice. Finally, he hit home and I moaned out my victory. He slipped behind my panties and mopped up my slippery wetness. I reached for the waistband of his pants but he shook his head in the negative.

You haven’t earned that yet, he insisted, removing my hands gently. He crooked a finger in me and I forgot my disappointment. His middle finger was thick and the invasion was a bit painful so I remained still. He noticed my discomfort and stopped everything.

What? What happened? I badgered him, when his fingers went away.

I should be asking you. You froze when I touched you down there.

He was in my face and I bit down on my lower lip, wondering if I should tell him. What would he think? What would he do if he knew?

I. . .I have. . .um. . .I have never. . .done this before. I don’t know what to expect.

He frowned, his forehead furrowing in thought. You have never done what before? Immediately he asked, he looked at me meaningfully and his beautiful eyes widened. Wait, are you. . . a virgin?

I blushed in complete humiliation. Werewolves were sexually active creatures and once females attained the age of sixteen, the heat period began. It occured once a month and was similar to the menstruation in humans I had read about but it was more sexual and less bloody. How was I supposed to explain why I was still a virgin without exposing that I had no wolf?

Yes. I know it’s hard to believe but—

Of course, it’s hard to believe! he interrupted me in utter disbelief. Are all the males in Clawride Pack blind? With a body like yours, it is a crime that you have never been touched!

Okay. I was not expecting such a reaction. Now, I was curious. What exactly did he see in me that Wren didn’t? Unfortunately, he did not stay to indulge my curiosity. He crawled off me, rubbing his palms over his face. The soft evening light bathed his back and I fed my eyes selfishly.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, he said from behind his palms, but you have to go. What?!

I sat up in his bed in a flash, suddenly feeling dirty. He had used me for his pleasure but now that I had told him just one of my secrets, he was tossing me aside. I had been a fool, a desperate idiot that I had forgotten whom I was dealing with. I was dining with the devil and I had forgotten my long spoon.

You are a bastard! You want a proper show of gratitude? Here’s one. Thank you for reminding me how much of an asshole you are! I regret ever letting you touch me and I feel disgusted with myself. You don’t deserve to be the first man to take me and you don’t deserve me!

I gathered up the parts of my top and covered my bosom the best I could. He did not even try to apologize or to stop me. Of course, the All-powerful Alpha King never apologized to anyone.

Sorry. My stupid brain reminded me of the one time he had said it but he must have been delirious from the panic attack. There was no way he could have meant the apology.

Wanting to have the last word, I scurried out of his room. Once I was safe in my own bed, I hugged my pillow tight and shook from the force of my tears. He wanted to break me and I almost let him.

CHAPTER 47 - What’s best

RHYS

Silence, not ignorance was bliss. I laid on my bed alone, the pieces of the blue bedding balled up and pushed down my trash can. Even Czar was short of words, neither criticizing nor comforting me. He and I were one and the same but he was my soul, my conscience and my companion.

My panic attack was long gone and so was Red Streaks. Having the upper hand before, I could have easily convinced her to agree to anything I wanted. I could have asked her to be my mistress and she would have said yes.

But is that what you really want? Czar chose a bad time to finally speak.

It was not about what I wanted; it was more about what I needed. I needed an heir somehow and if she was the only capable woman, I had to keep her with me at all costs. But she was right. Many man would die to have an untouched female because they were so rare. Once they were sixteen, their sexual urges would awaken and soon start mating all over the place.

Nevertheless, Red Streaks had managed to keep herself so far, an undamaged gift and I could not bring myself to touch her after hearing that. My hands were stained with the blood of men on the battlefield and how was I supposed to touch her with such dirty hands?

What is this female doing to you? Snap out of it! Czar admonished me sharply.

Just then, someone kicked my door hard that I was surprised that it did not fall through. The pictures on the wall rattled and the curtains swished. It couldn’t be Red Streaks, could it? Judging from the mood she was in before she left, it couldn’t possibly—

Open the door, boy! Matilda complained. I’m carrying a tray!

A small smile tugged the side of my lips, remembering my similar encounter with Red Streaks. She had not been that vocal though. I smoothly rose from my bed without the aid of my hands and helped her into the room. She placed the tray on my desk, massaging her waist subtly.

Matilda hated to be reminded of her age ever since she swore to me when I was a little boy that she would stay by my side forever. Age was catching up with her and death would deny her from keeping her promise to me. It was a day I did not like to think about and neither did she.

Have you seen Venus? She was supposed to make your bed and hurry back to the kitchen to help me. When she did not return, I knocked on her room door but she did not answer. It was locked, she added after some seconds. Suddenly tired for no reason, I dropped on the floor and buried my head between my legs.

I heard her footsteps first and the screeching sound of the chair she was dragging along. A hand slipped into my hair gently and made pathways through the thick sheaf. She said nothing at first, content with playing with my hair. The tip of her fingers were unusually cold yet soothing.

You used to be so quiet when you were little and I used to find ways to make you happy. If I had known that. . . if I had known what you had seen, perhaps I could have done something in time. But then, your father had to compound the issue by dying and leaving you all alone. You are brave, wise and confident in your skills but I still see that little child. You were forced to grow up and become a man too early before you were ready. I’m sorry.

Her soft, floaty voice weakened my resolve not to cry. Men didn’t cry especially men who were world leaders. My mother and I never had moments like this, quiet times to just talk and catch up. She would be occupied with nagging my father to buy her some exotic painting or expensive jewelry and my father who was emotionally dependent of the bits of affection she threw his way could never say no to her. Anything she wanted, she got.

I had grown up without siblings because my birth had been a difficult one and they had been afraid to try again but for different reasons. Father had been scared of losing the woman he loved while Mother had been terrified of losing her curves. I had heard that she never even nursed me, her vanity superceding my need for motherly care.

You have nothing to be sorry for. I paused, wondering if I should tell her what had happened between Red Streaks and I. Trust eventually won over my fear of criticism.

Red—Venus was here but she is in her room now. She is upset because of me and she can take tomorrow off if she likes.

Her hand in my hair stopped moving as I expected but she did not say anything I was expecting.

No, that’s not right. The Peace Week starts in three days and keeping grudges would defeat the purpose of the festival. I don’t know what you did to her but—

We. . .had a moment. That did not even begin to explain what happened but I was not going to go into details. She would have to make do with the little I had told her.

Hmmm. I see. It’s late though. You should eat and get some rest.

I held her hand to restrict her from leaving the chair. She had not tried to find out all the details and was sending me to bed like a toddler. I lifted my head to see her face and she was watching me curiously.

It was more than a moment, I confessed, sighing in defeat. It was. . . life-giving. After years of feeling like a failure, only a touch from her and I am as hard as gravel. She offered herself to me and. . . and I sent her away. She. . Red Streaks is a virgin, Tilly.

Saying nothing, Tilly gestured at me to stand up and soon joined me, enveloping me in a warm hug. Feeling awkward, I waited for the hug to be over but she squeezed me all the more. The side of her face dug into my ribs, and I could feel her hot breath.

You have been given a very precious gift, son. Make your decisions carefully.

She disengaged herself from me, ending the hug suddenly. She pointed to my dinner and I rolled my eyes viciously. As she opened the door to leave, I remembered something else.

Tilly, I had a panic attack earlier. I couldn’t call because I forgot my phone in my study.

She started to speak but I raised my voice above hers. But Venus was here. She. . .she helped me. Somehow, she knew what to do. Do you think she would prefer to work with Fitzwilliam instead?

Matilda smiled widely, her eyes shining brightly in the weak light.

I think only you knows what is best, my Lord, she winked at me conspiratorially and jammed the door behind her. I stood staring at the door for a while.

Three days till the Peace Week. Czar butted in uninvited. Whatcha gonna do, buddy?

I had no idea.

CHAPTER 48 - Confrontation

VENUS

My stomach growled, reminding me that I had missed my dinner from the previous night. It had wakened up before me and was making its complaint known as loud as possible. I had heard Matilda knocking last night but I was unsure of how to face her. At last, she moved on and I drifted off to sleep.

I will get us some food. Now be quiet! I ordered my stomach and stupidly waited for it to reply. Bly would have said something but she was long gone. There was no way I was finding my second chance mate when I was cooped up in the Paradise Palace.

Worse still, I had another free day to do nothing with. Matilda had texted me early in the morning, relieving me of all my duties. I was to eat and rest as ordered my the Alpha King. If he thought giving me off days was a means of apology, he was a sorry bastard.

When my stomach protested again, I reluctantly left my bed and headed for the shower. Bathing quickly, I was soon standing in front of the mirror, deciding what to do with my hair. The mirror was attached to the closet door and I had not noticed it on my first day in the room because the closet had always been open.

Hair up or hair down? I questioned my reflection, testing both styles. Something I had not seen before caught my attention. It was at the corner of my neck, previously hidden by my hair. It was blazing red on my skin and stung when I ran my fingers over it. A memory flashed through my brain like a red hot spear.

Again!

There were more of my breasts and I realized why my nipples had been overly sensitive when my loofah had brushed against them in the shower. That arrogant pig had left hickeys all over my skin like a name brand. I examined the lovebites curiously. They were an evidence of last night’s foolishness.

I looked in the mirror again and no longer saw the scared girl who had run away from her pack. I saw a woman who had been ravished by a king and I wore his bruises on me. A strange train of mixed feelings troubled me as I admired the hickeys. Anyone who saw me now would think I was some sex object.

A dry laugh escaped my lips and I pulled the closet open, eyeing all my new clothes. He wanted a wanton woman, he would get a wanton woman but by the Goddess, the Alpha King would never use me again.

***

I found my breakfast in the microwave with Madam Matilda nowhere in sight. I had made sure the kitchen was empty before I had crept in with high hopes for breakfast. That morning’s menu was a small tower of pancakes accompanied by options of either maple syrup or strawberry jam. I smuggled a large jug of coffee and poured it into a flask.

I was used to wearing clothes with dull clothes because I did not have Ansley’s fair skin. Therefore, I could not pull off bold, daring colours and usually got clothes in colours like grey, brown or beige. However, that morning, I was feeling a bit bolder than usual. I discovered a royal blue turtleneck that was snug over my lithe body and a pleated plaid skirt. It stopped many inches above my knee and if I bent over, I was practically naked.

With my coffee flask in hand, I started my usual sightseeing. There must be some part of the Paradise Palace I had not seen. Some rooms were locked up, their padlocks rusty and the window sills dusty. I had let my hair down but was considering piling it up again to avoid cobwebs getting into it.

More and more servants had gone home to rest ahead of the Peace Week and my voice echoed in the hollow walls. I headed to the second floor, hoping to meet Mistress Felicity. If she could teach me how to ride a horse, it would be splendid. Instead, I bumped into the very person I was trying to avoid.

Good morning, Mistress Henrietta, I recited from rote and made my knees bend a little to show some respect. She was in a straight silver dress that was too exquisite to be casual wear. Her hands were clasped behind her back and I was wary, wondering what she had behind her. Her expression was blank so I could not detect her mood.

Venus, right? That’s your name? she asked in a small, chilly voice.

Yes, ma'am.

She said nothing more and my eyes wandered to an uncovered area of her neck. A piece of dead skin sat there and she followed my line of sight at once. Pushing her red hair forward, she covered the patch of flesh and her stare became mean. Somehow, she reminded me of Naomi in a twisted way.

I found this outside my room yesterday. Do you have any idea whom it belongs to? she questioned, shoving Persuasion under my nose. Her gaze did not falter, almost as if she was looking into my soul. I took the book, opening the first page.

It says, I read, ‘Property of the Paradise Library. Return if found.’ So I am guessing it is from the library across the hall.

You are guessing? she retorted, smiling eerily. I shrugged in response, waiting for her next move. I slapped the book shut and shoved it under my arm.

I have been in the Paradise Palace for a long time, Venus. I have seen a lot of things here and heard unspeakable things. I have fought hard to get to where I am today but being a mistress is not my ultimate goal. Therefore, anyone and anything that stands in my way will be crushed to bits. She blinked slowly and her grey eyes glowed with a strange light and in a second, they were back to normal.

I gasped in amazement and stepped back two paces. Her annoying smile was still plastered on her lips.

Do we understand each other?

Yes. I nodded once and she relaxed her shoulders.

Good. Stay out of my business and you will have no issues with me. Keep snooping around and face the consequences of ignoring my warning.

Her hair swished aside, revealing her neck but the dead skin was gone, her neck looking smooth again. I could not see other parts of her body because her dress fell to her ankles. After a minute of thoroughly eyeballing me, she gracefully made her way back to her chambers.

She had left a warning and she was definitely not afraid of me if she had shown me a glimpse of whom she really was. To her, I was merely part of the help and she was right because who would believe me if I told them she was a werecat? What had happened to her the day I had watched her outside her room?

Persuasion was not lost, at least and I cradled the book against my chest. Plum Paradise was not my home but for the meantime, it was where I had taken refuge. I had to help them even if they chose not to believe me. I had to tell someone what I had heard and seen but who? I would not speak to the Alpha King and if I told Matilda, she would laugh at me. I had no friends anymore.

Just then, a loud single bark cut through my thoughts.

CHAPTER 49 - A Collar for Drew

VENUS

It was Drew, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted heavily. His eyes twinkled with joy to see me but the hand

Reviews for A Kiss With The Alpha King

[emudmeh · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

The story was good,but there are many holes in plot...it has alot of room for improvement.