The Alpha's Temptation

Eltanin picked her up in his arms and without a minute’s delay, carried her all the way back to her bedchamber as Biham followed him. The moment they left the portal reduced in size and went back to its languid mode.

“Seal this place with your magic, Rolfe,” Ileus said as he sucked in a sharp breath. If his intuition was correct, then whoever was using dark magic in the kingdom of Pegasii was going to come here and might use it to their advantage.

“I don’t think I should seal it, Ileus,” Rolfe said as he watched Eltanin carrying Lusitania back to the palace.

“Why?” Ileus frowned, still staring at the small swirl that was humming low, his thoughts going back to when it would take a gargantuan amount of effort for Anastasia to break the pull of the portals. However, the thing was that Anastasia was a true blooded heir of Vilinski, and only the royals felt this kind of a pull. So how come Lusitania was feeling it? Ileus didn’t know who Kinshra was because her name had never come on the lips of King Ian or Anastasia. His intuitiveness to find out about her went a notch higher.

“I want to see the curious soul trying to get into Vilinski,” Rolfe chuckled.

Ileus rolled his eyes. “What shenanigans are you up to Rolfe?” Ileus scoffed. “It seems my sister is not keeping you busy enough that you want to chase people across Sgiáth Bio.” Saying that he opened the door of the stall and went out of the stables and courtyard with Rolfe on his heels.

“You reminded me of her,” Rolfe said, rubbing his chest. “Now I want to go to her.” _{even I want to go to Anastasia. But the difference between you and me is that I can go now since I hardly have anything else to do, but you have to help Lusitania in translating Yunabi,” Ileus said with sadistic pleasure.}

“Do you think that Lusitania would be available tonight or for the next two nights to translate Yunabi?” Rolfe laughed. “That wolf is going to do everything in his power to keep her to him.”

It was Ileus’s turn to laugh. “So, do you want to go now, or later?” he asked as he wiggled his fingers to create the portal.

“Not now. King Biham has invited us for dinner. Let us attend that first!”

Eltanin had carried Lusitania all the way to her bedchamber with King Biham following them who was as worried as a tempest driven bark. He barked orders at his servants. “Send the healer. Send the maids. Open the windows. Why are the curtains now drawn? Remove the blankets!” It was as if he had got a panic attack and he wasn’t only short of crying.

Eltanin made her lie on the bed. She was unconscious and looked… limp. Her skin was flushed and sweat clung her clothes. He touched her forehead and it was slightly warm, indicating that she had fever. He chided himself on the inside for not stopping her to find the portal. She was too fragile. Part of her soul was stolen by Menkar. She hadn’t even discovered her powers of magic. What else could have happened? She drained all her energy into finding the portal. “I want that stall to be demolished and covered with so many bricks that no one can enter it!” he growled. Seeing her in this condition made him panicky as hell. He snapped at a maid, “Go, get a towel wrung in cold water. Now!” The maid scurried away. She came back moments later with a towel.

Feeling awkward between husband and wife, Biham breathed, “I am in the antechamber. If you need me, call me.”

Eltanin gave him a tight nod and then Biham left. He closed the door behind him. The moment he closed the doors, Eltanin stripped Tania. The maid came over to wipe her body but Eltanin snatched the towel from her and wiped Tania’s warm body, gently and firmly.

The maid stared at the King of Draka attending to the Princess of Pegasii with astonishment. Were they lovers? This kind of an intimate thing was usually done only amongst lovers or couples or mates. They were neither a couple or mates. So that meant that the Draka king and Pegasii princess were in love. It also affirmed the rumors that Princess Lusitania was King Draka’s lover ever since she was a slave in his kingdom. Her hands flew to her mouth when she realized the gravity of the situation. It was such fantastic gossip for the rumor mill. “Should I get another wet towel for her, Your Highness?” she asked.

Eltanin nodded, cutting her a hard glare and she rushed to get another one. He finished sponging her soon. Her fever came down and her breathing normalized. He asked the maid to go out, instructing not to send the healer, but to send chicken broth.

The maid rushed out, ready with the hot juicy gossip that was going to blow the kingdom. She encountered King Biham in the antechamber.

“How is Lusitania?” he asked, his brows furrowed deeply. _​

She bowed to him. “Her fever has come down and King Eltanin has asked not to send the healer but chicken broth.”

“Then do as he says,” Biham ordered.

“Yes, Your Highness,” she replied and started to leave, excitement humming in her chest.

Biham growled. “If even one word of this is leaked out, I will find you from the depths of hell and cut your tongue off, shred you into pieces with my bare hands and claws. You get it?”

The maid’s stomach knotted in a thousand knots. The king must have heard her internal thoughts. How could she forget that the king was their Alpha too? She started shivering. “N–no, Your Highness! I would never do that.”

“Good,” Biham replied coldly. “I will watch you.”

The maid bowed to him and rushed out, purging her thoughts. Biham watched her leave. He was feeling better now that his worries ebbed. With one more look at the closed doors, he went to the dining hall where he had invited his guests. He had to talk to Ileus a lot more.

It was more than an hour when Tania peeled her eyes open with a lot of effort. The warmth and the delicious smell of woodsy and male musk scent surrounded her. She opened her eyes only to see that he was sleeping right beside her with his hand on her waist. After the portal incident, whereby she was sure that she would step into it because of the serious attraction, she didn’t understand how she came to her senses, but she was glad that she was with Eltanin again. All she remembered was a stinging pain on her face and then… darkness. She raised her face to look at her sleeping husband whose eyes were moving rapidly behind those eyelids, as if he was having a nightmare. She leaned in his chest, inhaled his smell and kissed him lightly. She stared at her husband’s handsome face. How things had changed since they first met.

Tania rose from the bed and Eltanin stirred. He gripped her hard and jerked open his eyes. “Tania!” he rasped. “How are you?” His neck muscles were tense as he watched her.

She had missed him so much over the last two days that her chest squeezed at his concern. “I am very fine, Elty,” she said. “And I need to go to the bathroom to relieve myself.”

He took a sigh of relief and loosened his grip on her waist. She rose up, tied her hair in a messy bun and asked, “How long was I sleeping?” She wondered if she ate a broth. It was a faint remembrance.

He rested his head on the pillow, putting his arm behind. “It’s midnight.”

Tania’s eyebrows shot to the roof. She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom as he watched his wife swaying her beautiful buttocks. He had made her wear a soft chemise after her body’s temperature became normal. He rolled on his stomach and stole one of her pillows to tuck it beneath his head.

When she returned, she came to stand in front of him. He grunted softly when she climbed his lap and seated astride him. He took his hands to her lower back in order to hold her in place, as the weight of her body pressed into his groin area.

With cool hands she journeyed across his belly, his chest, shoulders and then to his neck. She rested them on either side of his jaw. He lifted his chin to give her better access, loving every part of what was happening. “You have a look that is loaded with a thousand questions and has an e******n,” she teased him.

Her chemise had glided over her thighs as they teased his e******n. Her scent surrounded him and his nostrils flared. He sucked in a sharp breath, forgetting every question he had in his mind. “I was scared out there,” he replied. “And did your pull to the portal more intense than what you feel for me?”

Her features took a faraway expression. Eltanin g*****d when her fingers slid into his hair. She massaged his scalp as he slid his hands up to her thighs, taking the shift higher. It pooled over her waist and he cupped her buttocks. His touch brought her back to him. “It was a strange attraction. I don’t know what came over me out there, but I am glad that you brought me back. As far as I remember, I wanted to step into it. It was bizarre…”

Unease settled in his chest. She was a half fae and she was discovering her powers only now. Though he was just as curious about her heritage, he knew that she was as troubled as he was after she discovered the portal. A worried sigh escaped his lips when a thought crossed his mind. What if she went back to the portal and stepped in it without his knowledge? Where would he find her all over again? He would go mad if– A shudder passed in his body. “Don’t go there again, wife,” he cautioned her.

She twined a lock of his hair around her index finger. “I will try not to.” She leaned back as her gaze dropped to his strategically covered groin by the sheets. Under her gaze, his e******n swelled and pressed harder against her belly. “Why do I feel like a thorn is pricking me?”

“A thorn?” His c**k was huge. How dare she compare it with a thorn?

She wiggled her eyebrows as she brought her hand near his c**k. Without touching it she said, “Maybe it’s not a thorn. It’s a tiinnnyyyy thistle.”

He narrowed his eyes, grabbed her wrists and yanked her towards him.