The Alpha's Temptation

Tania’s head fell on his shoulder and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. His hand trailed to her breast and he cupped it. He flicked her nipple and then teased it with his thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, he gripped her buttocks and traced their curves.

“I want to know everything Morava did with you,” he said as she swayed her h**s in a silent plea to do more. “And I want to know every detail.”

“I met her for the first time in the dungeons of Pegasii. She didn’t do anything…” Tania nibbled his skin on the neck.

“If you do that, we will not be able to talk at all,” he hissed. “I will make you come so hard that you won’t be able to walk for the whole night.”

She chuckled. “I will be sleeping for the whole night.”

Amused he threaded his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back to look at her face. She smiled as she lifted her thick eyelashes to gaze in his eyes. She looked so beautiful with droopy eyes because of coming hard and with rosy cheeks. Her pouty lips were swollen and she smelled of him. He m****d, drinking that look. “Tell me everything Tania. Please.”

She took a deep sigh. “They blindfolded me, gagged me and tied me in thick ropes before throwing me into a wagon.” Then she related the rest of the incident. Eltanin made her lie back on the bed and covered her with the fur. His body was tense and his neck muscles were corded as he listened to her. He was so calm that it looked like a silence before the storm.

In the end, she said, “I don’t want to go back.”

Morava reached the Pegasus palace as soon as possible. She was furious that the slave girl had fooled her father and run out to be with Eltanin. She wanted to snitch it to her father so that he punished her. He should know that Tania was no ordinary slave. She was cunning and she was warming the bed of King Eltanin when Morava should have been in his bed. After all, Alpha Alrakis had finalized her as his queen.

“What is wrong, princess?” Mizvah asked as he almost ran behind her.

“That slave girl—” Morava hissed through her clenched teeth. “She is a slut! I am going to make her pay for it!”

“For what?” Mizvah couldn’t understand.

“For warming Eltanin’s bed, when I should have been the one out there! She is taking my place.” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I will crush like an ant!”

Mizvah froze. “You saw Lusitania with Eltanin?”

“I did!” ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

Mizvah didn’t know whether he was happy or happier than ever. He suppressed his smile and followed her quietly after that.

When Morava reached the palace, she rushed to her mother’s chamber. Her mother needed to know of this development. Sirrah was sitting by the window as one of her maids oiled her hair with a lavender oil while the other massaged her feet. She was looking out of the window when at this time she should have been sleeping. When she turned her face towards Morava, Morava could see the dark circles below her eyes and she looked as if she had aged several years.

Sirrah asked the maids to leave at once. When they were alone, she said, narrowing her eyes, “How did the meeting go?”

Morava clenched her jaw. She covered the gap between her mother in five long strides. “It was interrupted by Lusitania!”

Sirrah’s face scrunched. “What do you mean?”

Morava sat tightly on the couch with a huff. “That bitch was already there, Mother. King Eltanin and Prince Rigel had come to take her. I have no idea how they came in, but they took her away and that whore was warming his bed!”

Sirrah’s b***d drained from her face. “Did you— did you tell him about what— what we discussed?”

Morava held her head between her hands. “Yes, I did. I didn’t know that she was present there and—”

Sirrah slapped her daughter, the echo of which reverberated in the chamber.

“Mother?” Morava caught her cheek that pained. “What was that for?”

“Didn’t you smell her before blurting it all out, you fool?”

Morava’s mouth fell to the floor. Why didn’t she smell Tania? “I think she covered her smell…” All she could smell was the enticing male musk scent of Eltanin.

Sirrah got up and collected her shawl from the bed. “Come with me to your father.”

Morava followed her quickly. “Yes, we must report her absence to father. Then only he will come to know that she is such a slut. Then only he would realize that Lusitania is not worth the throne of Pegasii. If the father is thinking that she would become loyal to Pegasii in one day, then he is so wrong. This would be an eye opener for him!”

Sirrah hissed a yes. “If he approves of Tania’s treachery, he wouldn’t punish her, but he would delay the announcement. This will help us buy more time and I can think of something that would eliminate her forever!”

“Yes mother!” Morava couldn’t feel any more joyous. If her father came to know that Tania was with their enemy and on top of that was in the bed of the man he wanted to marry her with, he would blow his mind. She giggled thinking of all the fireworks that would take place. Maybe, he would send Lusitania back to dungeons. And if the slave went back to dungeons, Morava was going to kill her. She would blame the jailer of someone who she hated the most. Her chain of thoughts gave her more energy. Internally she said, ‘Here comes your doom Lusitania. You wanted to take my throne; now I will strip you off it. You won’t dare to dream about it. You wanted to take the man who I wanted; now I will take back what is mine!’

Biham hadn’t slept with Sirrah ever since Lusitania had come into his life. He had asked her about Kinshra as to how did she die or how did she disappear even though he had ordered her to stay back until she delivered the child. But Sirrah had shown her ignorance about it. At the back of his mind, he knew that she was hiding something. Besides, he was so concerned about Lusitania’s safety that yesterday he had moved to two rooms away from hers.

The attack on the east borders had rattled him. He knew that the Draka king was going to be very angry if he didn’t return the slave to him. It was no longer about slaves. It was more of an ego clash between the kings. Biham had rushed to the eastern borders to check it out, and realized that it was a minor drunken scuffle that occurred between the soldiers of two kingdoms. He had admonished his soldiers and taken care of the whole situation. Interestingly, Eltanin or Rigel weren’t there. He returned back to his room after a long tiring night, and was sleeping when someone knocked on his door. Hating that he was disturbed again, he snarled, “Go away!”

“Biham! It’s me. Sirrah!”