The Alpha King’s Possession

46. A Confession
MORGANA
My heart was thundering as I stared at him, ready for him to unleash all his anger upon me. His eyes were blazing, but within
them, it was as if a hurricane had been unleashed. The calibre of the emotions in those golden orbs devoured me completely, so
strong I couldn’t make them all out, the conflict, the anguish, the pain, the anger, and so much more than I
couldn’t even comprehend.
Although the urge to read his mind consumed me, I was too terrified of what I may hear that I refused to, instead, I waited for him
to crush my neck in his grip and do his worst.
“I acted impulsively... I don’t know why I did it... I know it’s a little late, but I’m sorry for trying t o kill you... or hurt you... I didn’t
really know how much damage it would do...” I mumbled lamely
“So, you decided to stupidly just eat it yourself?” He asked coldly, his voice trembling with unbridled rage.
“It was a spur of the moment decision... I didn’t think it out.” I shot back, despite knowing how dangerous that was. “But at least I
didn’t let you take it.”
Hurt and anguish were the emotions that I could sense the strongest through the bond.
“And you thought you’d risk your own fucking life?” He now cupped the back of my neck with his thumbs on my cheeks.
“It was that or you...” I said, having no idea where this was going.
His eyes returned to hazel and the sheer level of emotions in them tugged at my own heart. It was painful, so fucking painful, that
I couldn’t breathe...
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“Then I would fucking rather it have been me.” His husky, hoarse reply came.
My eyes widened as I stared at him in shock, trying to figure out what he had just said. Our bodies were moulded together as
one, our hearts pounding.

“What?” I asked hoarsely.
“You heard me, my fucking crazy she-devil, I rather you had poisoned me than yourself. You are the craziest, most reckless,
dangerous, insane, psychotic, woman, I have ever fucking met, and I’m probably as fucking crazy to have fallen in love with you.”
He said, making me gasp. 1
His words rang in my ears, my heart skipping a few beats.
He loves me.
“You told me to not trust you from the start... disclaimer included, and I’ll still take it. So, try to kill me as many times as you
fucking want. I don’t give a fuck, you’re still my lethal desire.”
With those words that rendered me speechless, he yanked me towards him, crushing my breasts against his chest, his soft plush
lips meeting mine, but it was different than anything I’ve ever felt before. His lips caressed mine sensually yet painfully slowly, as
if he was trying t o memorise every part of them. 1
Time seemed to stand still, my heart was fluttering, and I felt lightheaded at the intense emotions that poured into that kiss. The
taste of his minty mouth, the feel of his body against mine, his scent, everything was beyond perfect. At that moment I realise
that this will never b e enough, one kiss will never be enough.
I don’t know when I began to kiss him back, my eyes fluttered shut and my mind was blank, apart from how this felt. His hands
leave my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other all over me, feeling every inch of my back and ass with a need and intensity
that made my legs feel weak.
His kissing became harder and hungrier with a fervent need that I had never felt from him before. The hunger, desire, and love
that was filling me so intensely were from him. His emotions. His tongue slipped into my mouth as if he didn’t want even a
millimetre of space between us, and I didn’t either. We were two opposites made to be one...
I ran my hand up his chest, locking my arms around his neck, arching myself even more into him, moaning as he throbbed
against my stomach. I hooked my leg around his, and his hand cupped my ass, squeezing it as our kiss became hungrier and
rougher, changing from something slow and sensual to something illicit, awakening those indecent desires within m e-once
more.
But I had to pull away, gasping for much-needed air. But even then, Kian wasn’t done, placing kisses down my jaw and neck,
making me shiver as another rush of tingles coursed through

1.
“Fuck...” I whispered, breathing heavily, still trying to recover from that mind-blowing kiss.
I gazed out at the setting sun, through hooded eyes, my heart pounding rapidly, I knew that I would never forget this moment,
and as much as I was tempted to yank him to the bedroom... we still needed to talk.
“Kian...” I whispered.
He inhaled deeply, and I knew he could smell how turned on I was.
“Fuck...” He muttered, forcing his head back, but he still didn’t let go of me. “What is it?” “I have a few questions... and I’m sure
you want to know where I got the poison from... Don’t you think we need to talk first, especially if war is coming.” I said, trying to
clear my mind.
At least tell me if he killed my father... I needed to know...
He looked down at me, now frowning as he took my chin in his fingers.
“Good point... But really, a little fun to distress would have been fun...”
“Maybe later... if we’re still up for it.” I said, leaning up and brushing my lips against his softly.
His eyes darkened, and I knew he would hold me to it.
“Let’s go inside.” He said, glancing down towards the open balcony.
I nodded and followed him, still feeling very giddy and weak.
“By the way... you will be punished for what you did.”
I blinked, not expecting that.
“Oh... I thought I might be.” I sighed, pouting.
Our eyes met and he smirked devilishly at me, and something told me he didn’t mean the cells.
He opened the bedroom door and stepped back, allowing me inside first. I walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling
emotionally exhausted.

“I have one question first, Kian, and I want an honest answer.” I said, leaning forward. His gaze fell on my breasts and my
stomach fluttered at the way he licked his lips.
If I was lethal, then he was deadly. 1
“Go on.” He said, and to my dismay or pleasure, depending on how I saw it, he began to remove his shirt right in front of me.
My heart thumped, and I suddenly felt the huge room was far too small. His eyes snapped to mine, hearing my racing heart, and
he didn’t look away, removing his shirt and tossing it aside so damn sexily. Just imagining him stripping completely made my
stomach knot with anticipation, and I had to do my best to focus on the conversation at hand.
I bit my lip, trying not to admire his god-like body that was begging to be worshipped. I closed my eyes.
Focus Morgana.
“You were saying?” His arrogant remark came, and I could hear the amusement in his tone.
“Did you kill my father or have anything to do with it, in any way, organised it, commanded it or know anything about it?” I asked
quietly, opening my eyes. It was going to be his word against Cain’s and everyone in the Sanguine empire who assumed it was
the werewolves.
His brows furrowed as he removed his belt and shoes, his eyes on me.
“I didn’t, and it was not something that had ever been put on the table, even by the other Alphas in the council. I have never
talked to him, however, shortly before his death, he had sent me a letter, requesting a meeting. I won’t lie, I wasn’t planning on
replying to it... The only time I entered your kingdom... was-”
“Was the night you saw me in the lake...” I replied.
Our eyes met, and he simply smirked.
“Exactly.”
“That’s the night my father died. Remember those bells? They signalled an emergency.”
“That in itself should have been proof that it was not me, I was with you.” He said quietly.

I shook my head, “It had to be someone powerful. My father’s personal guard was an enchanter, and no ordinary person could
have done that.” I said, standing up and began pacing.
Then who was it?
“Then there’s a possibility it was someone within. It’s not uncommon for both to be taken off guard. I’m assuming your father was
powerful. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting the attack, if it was someone close to him, he would never have seen it coming.”
He sat down, rubbing the back of his shoulder, leaving me to let the words sink in, words that rang in my head. Why had I never
considered that? Azrael always wanted to be king..
No... was that it?
“... Morgana?”
My head was pounding, and my chest hurt, I clutched it, the shrill sound filling my head.
Dozens of voices filled my head, the agonising sounds making my head feel like it was about t o explode.
One voice stood out from the rest.
‘Mate! Help mate!’ Thanatos growled.
“Morgana? Look at me.” Kian’s firm yet soothing voice came but it was too far away.
Strong arms wrapped around me, but I couldn’t focus.
How could I have been so stupid?