Page 19 of The Alpha King's Mate

Fill her belly full of pups, Malakh growled. As many as you can.

A shudder coursed through our body.

Years of searching and hoping to find our mate, only to discover she wants to reject you. No. Never.

I focused on her.

“You will never reject our bond,” I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

Her mumbling grew louder.

I inhaled her.

Counting the notes.

Orange blossom. A hint of vanilla. Jasmine. And a rich earthiness found only high in the mountains, surrounded by trees on a wet, cold morning.

“I can live with you no longer having a tongue,” I whispered into her ear—then teased my tongue around it and captured the soft earlobe between my teeth.

I sucked on it, licking away the sting where my teeth had dug in.

“It might even be beneficial.”

I removed my hand.

She didn’t speak.

“I don’t want a mate—any mate,” she whispered.

I cradled her face between my hands, memorising every curve, every shade, every feature, before I lowered my lips to hers. The kiss was soft, and I held myself back from devouring her once I got my first taste.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Chapter 9

Aliana

He’d locked me in his bedroom. His wolf was terrifying. I’d heard the stories, but I’d always thought they were exaggerated. He could rip anyone’s head clean off. My father was lucky to have only lost a hand and a foot.

He isn’t that scary, Zira said.

Sure. So why did you keep trying to shift?

I was simply startled.

I closed my eyes and replayed his wolf flying across the room. It had happened so fast. All I’d seen was black fur and white teeth.

But he smelled so good, Zira sighed.

I didn’t answer. I walked to the windows instead. The balcony door had been locked. I stood and observed the peaceful landscape, pack members moving in the distance. No one seemed oppressed or starved of resources. The Bloodborne pack were different.

But as a man, the Alpha King was not infallible.

He most certainly had a harem of willing pack members ready to service him at any given moment. Anger simmered in the pit of my belly. The man and his wolf were fucking filthy slutbuckets. Whoremongering cockfuck bastards.

He might smell good, but I don’t want a mate.

Zira didn’t reply.