Lost Alpha: Reign of the King

Chapter 1

Emily... You will pay.

My eyes snap open and I bolt upright. I was covered in sweat and pretty sure I was nearing a cardiac event. Can a werewolf die from a heart attack? I check my surroundings. It was still dark outside, and other than the shadows from the curtains I was alone.

These dreams are becoming all too frequent.

I attempted to slow my heart rate down and get my breathing back under control. I glance at the clock on the bedside table across the room and show that is close to five in the morning. I had fallen asleep on the small sofa in our room, again.

"That's the third time this week." I mutter to myself.

I notice a small knitted blanket had been placed over me. Which means Damon had come home at some point, but from the looks of the made bed, he didn't stay. Figures. Ever since my guards were slaughtered, Damon has been doing a lot of patrolling. I understand that this needs to be dealt with. But I still need my husband.

Husband. The term makes me smile, and I twist the beautiful ring on my left hand around my finger. Memories of our mating night trickle through my thoughts and I feel my mark tingle. It has been thirteen years, and my body still yearns for my mate like it was our first night all over again. My eyes drift close for a brief moment when I reach up to touch it.

As if on cue, our bedroom door bursts open, startling me out of my haze and Damon is by my side looking panicked.

"Is everything alright?" His eyes search mine. "I felt your stress and your heart rate had sped up."

He looks around the room to assets if anyone had been in. But I reach up and take his hand. Little sparks of electricity dances across our skin. And I can tell that he is not unaffected. But he chooses to ignore it.

"It's alright Damon. I just had a bad dream. That's all." I give him a small smile as he brings his gaze to mine.

He looks around once more then physically relaxes. He walks back to our door, I am almost afraid he will leave me again. But he just simply shuts it before returning to me on the sofa. This time he joins me and pulls me close to his chest. I take this time to just inhale his scent. It feels like ages since he last held me. He smells amazing. Woodsy, rain, and all male. His scent changed just a little after we mated and he took the position of king.

Glancing up at him I notice his eyes were closed and I take a moment to drink my mate in. A lot about him has changed. His beard has grown out some but he keeps it trimmed. There is a sprinkle of grey in not just his beard but in his hair above his ears which he has started cutting, no longer allowing it to grow shaggy like when we first met. There is a tiny scar on the left side of his jaw from when he had been training. His skin had gotten a little darker from his days out in the sun. My mate was defiantly still gorgeous as hell and I was one lucky woman.

"Why are you staring at me? You but should be resting." Damon's deep voice pulled me from the naughty thoughts starting to form.

Blushing I look away. "I have rested enough. And I wasn't staring. I was merely checking to see if you had any new scratches from your constant patrolling."

A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and it feels good to hear that laugh once again.

"My dear you are a horrible liar." His eyes are now open and glowing slightly in the dimly lit room. Oh but there was no humor behind them. That gaze was pure hunger. "You, my little mate, were indeed staring. See something you like?"

I take a swallow to wet my ever-growing dry throat and scooch back on the seat to stand. "No Damon really. I wasn't doing anything of the sorts." I slowly take a few steps back as Damon uncoils from his spot and stands in one fluid motion. My heart rate was picking up, and I was beginning to feel flushed.