The Alpha King's Series

CHAPTER SIX

BRINLEY.

That unfamiliar feeling in my stomach ached when Thomas pulled me even closer. I had so much desire toward a man I barely knew, a man that wasn't so sure he was comfortable with my age. "What's your real name?" He whispered. "508," He shook his head, and his eyes fell on my lips. And I couldn't help but lick them. "Can I kiss you?" I nod. "I want to hear you give me your permission,” "You have my permission, Thomas,” Thomas brushed my face with his callused thumb. Thomas's lips softly brushed over mine, and a shiver made its way down my spine and settled between my thighs. My heart raced faster when Thomas backed me against a vast boulder water slowly poured down on us.

It took all I had in me not to run my fingers through his hair. Instead, I kept both hands against the rock containing myself to be a good girl and not touch him inappropriately. “Deep down, I always wanted a mate. I just didn't think she would be underage,” "I can go if it bothers you that much,” I told him. A sadness came over me at the thought Thomas didn't want me. My father was right. No one would ever want someone like me.

Thomas placed his lips against mine. He tasted of mint and tobacco and his muscles tensed against me. The warmth from his body consoled me. His skin against mine was begging me to touch, claw, and taste it. Finally, Thomas backed himself away from me, breaking the kiss. "You should go," He told me. "Does this mean you don't want to see me again?" "I shouldn't,” He shook his head. "Fine," I said and swam to shore. I hurried up and slipped on my jeans. I looked around for my shirt, but I couldn't find it. So, instead, I put my shoes on.

"Here," Thomas said, handing me the shirt. I watched as his eyes flickered to my exposed chest nipples hard against the thin material of the bra. His silver orbs had specks of black that swirled within them. "I said I shouldn't see you. Not that I didn't want to," I slipped on my shirt and met Thomas's gaze. “I have to go.” "508," Thomas called out to me as I was walking back towards the palace. "Will you meet me here again tomorrow night?" I turned to face him. Hope was evident in his eyes, and I nodded my head. "I really must go. I have to change my bandage. It will be late before I get done with my duties Tomorrow," He smiled, "I'll wait for you,”

"How did things go last night?" Julia asked as we were getting ready to start our morning cleaning duties. I shrugged, "Okay. So he wants to meet me again tonight,” Julia raised her eyebrow up and down. "Nothing happened," I asserted. Julia frowned, "Nothing? So you found your second chance, and you did Nothing?" I shake my head, "I'm not going to jump in bed with him when we had only met," Julia giggles, "I would have," I nodded, "I know."

I've known Julia for almost two weeks now. So I learned how big of a horn-dog she was.

Julia and I had cleaned up the ballroom, and we were in the middle of polishing when the door opened. "1105?" "That's me," Julia told the short older gentlemen. "The Alpha King wishes to see you," Julia nodded. "Brinley, if you help me out, I'll help you out," I purse my lips, "What did you in mind?" "If you cover for me now. I'll cover for you tonight.” I nodded. "Thanks, I owe you," Julia said, placing her blindfold on as the man walked her out of the room.

I did most of the cleaning by myself. Julia hadn't returned since The Alpha King wanted to see her. I asked Sarah, one of the other enslaved people, to help me with dinner. But she was on duties elsewhere. At the same time, all the other slaves were. So I got started on my own. First, I began to season the beef for Beef stew. Once I diced it up into cubes, I sprinkled it with Garlic salt and let it rest, soaking up the flavor. Next, I cut the carrots and potatoes and threw the meat into the frying pan. After some time, I added flour to the meat to make a thick gravy. The carrots and potatoes were boiling in beef broth. Finally, I poured the beef in sauce into the pot so the broth could soak up the gravy and make a thick creamy soup—a dash of salt in pepper, garlic powder, and cayenne pepper.

The stew smelled fabulous.

Since the mishap with the strawberries the other night, I decided on making apple pies for the desert. As I was getting everything ready to serve, Julia came strolling into the kitchen wearing a big smile. "I'm taking it all went well?" Julia smiled and nodded, "Goddess, Xander is the most fantastic lover. I'll finish up here, go upstairs, shower, and get ready for your date. You might get lucky too," I shook my head, "I'm not ready for that," I told her when I wasn't sure Thomas would ever touch me in that way even If I begged him.

"Go," Julia shooed me away. I shook my head in took off my apron. "Thanks, Julia,” "No problem. You helped me," I walked over to the door that leads up to our room. "At least try to have fun,” Julia yelled after me. But, of course, that's easier said than done.

I showered and shaved my legs, deciding to borrow Julia's bikini to wear under my shorts and tink- top. Then, I slipped on the only pair of flats that I had. Finally, I ran a comb through my long brown hair and headed for the door. JULIA WAVED ME ON when I got to the kitchen, and I snuck out the back door towards the wood, the same path I took last night. I was worried about getting in too deep with Thomas. After all, it was my heart on the line, not his. Although he clarified that I was underage, he still wanted me to meet him again tonight. To my surprise, Thomas wasn't there when I made it to the pond. I decided to go for a swim and wait for him to show up, hoping that he wouldn't stand me up and leave me out here alone.

Just, don't fall too deep with him, Brinley. I'd hate to see you hurt." I nod, 'l know, Sage. But the pull is strong.’ She nods, 'l know. I can feel it as well." She murmured. “Do you think Thomas will get over the age difference?’ Sage Sighed, 'l don't know. His wolf has been trying to connect with me, but I haven't responded. You need to tell Thomas you don't have a wolf so his wolf will stop trying to reach out to me." I ran my fingers through my wet hair. 'l will. I'm sorry, Sage; I know how bad you want to connect with your mate. And it's my fault you can't."

'l want you more, Brinley. I can't risk them finding out and forcing me away from you. I'd be lost without you." I nodded, “Same.’ I replied. 'He's close. Remember what I said," Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind.

"I thought you said you'd be late?” I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me,” Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

Thomas dove into the water and swam over to me, "Are you ready to have some fun?" my brows furrowed, "What did you have in mind?" He purses his lips, and a smirk forms the corner of his mouth. "Jumping from the top,” he gestured with his head, some of his long wet hair covered over his left eye. And damn, was that a sexy picture to remember. I moved the hair from his eye with only my fingers and tucked it behind his ear. But unfortunately, such a small gesture caused him to tense. "Let's go," He said, swimming towards the rocks, pulling me with him. Thomas helped me out of the water, and I followed him as he climbed through the rocks to the top of the waterfall. I looked down at our hands when Thomas clasped his through mine. Something so small made me nervous. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded, "As I'll ever be,” Thomas began to run, and I did the same, and before I knew it, we jumped off the ledge and fell into the pond.