The Prophecy of the Death Alpha✔️

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Interrupted

Princess Adrianna

I was honestly horrified hearing Octavius leave the bed. I knew what was going on since I could feel it through the bond. What scared me even more was the sight of his eye. I could feel the pain it was causing him because of our bond. Luckily my healing abilities was enough to heal it completely with no complications. Well, if you don't consider a scar to be a complication, but other than that it healed. It left me feeling a little drained, but I'd live.

When everyone cleared out and it was just Octavius and I, it was clear he wanted to continue what we had started a few hours ago. He sat down on the bed beside me and pulled me into his lap. I straddle his lap and held his face. My thumb running over the new scar. Octavius softly pulls my hand away and kisses the palm of it and then kisses the other.

His lips find mine and I return his kiss with a matched force and passion. His hands grab at my hips and pulls me closer to him. I moan into his mouth feeling him grinding below me. My hands slide up from his chest to his neck and then the back of his head, tugging at the ends of his hair. Goddess, did I love his hair.

He wraps my legs around his waist and his arms go around my back before flips us so I am under him and he is above me. I let out a squeal at this action, but my heart was leaving my chest when his fingers untied the knot of my robe's belt. His eyes light up and he licks his lips. He looked as if he was a wolf finally finding food after months of hunger.

"My Gods, you are so beautiful and so strong," he praises his lips making their way down my neck.

"Octavius," I beg.

He hums, his eyes turning black. "I love when you say my name. I love when you beg," he confesses.

Oh Goddess was I screwed.

We were lost in one another once again. Our limps tangling within each other's. The mate bond between us was a live wire. We couldn't get enough one another. We were obsessed, addicted to one another's body, taste, and cries of pleasure. Well we eventually had to as it came to a halt since the door raddled with a knock.

"Fuck," Octavius curses before stealing one last kiss before getting up to answer the door. He takes one last glance back, waiting for me to cover myself up so that he may answer.

The Gamma stands in the door way and it was clear on his face he was horrified. I could tell he was stunned seeing the Alpha open the door nude.

"This better be good, Marco. You interrupted me with my mate," he growls. "Couldn't you have told me this like five minutes ago? Like you know when we were all gathered in here?"

Marco quickly nods.

"Okay then spit it out. I don't have all day."

"Your parents have arrived."

"What! They weren't supposed to be here until next week! What the fuck. Why the fuck are they here a week early?"

He shrugs. "I do not know, Alpha."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Get them settled into their room and keep them occupied. I'll see them at lunch."

"It's well past noon, Alpha."

"Late lunch it is then."

"Yes, of course. I'll inform them of this and make sure they are ready by then. I'll inform the chefs as well of this change."

"Thank you, goodbye."

He didn't let Gamma Marco finish, just shut the door in his face before turning back around and looking at me. He grins but we both knew we could not finish what we had started since his parents have arrived and are expecting us at lunch. We have to get ready and at this rate we'll probably just be making it in time.

"I'm going to get a shower," I tell and his shoulders slump in defeat. I caress the one side of his face and shake my head. "We have to. Your parents are expecting us at lunch. It won't be a good first impression of me if we are late."

He huffs. "But, my love," he whines cupping my hand on his face. He brings it down and kisses the palm tenderly before flashing puppy eyes at me.

"But nothing. I don't think they'd have a good outlook on me if I held up their son from seeing them in over a year. How would that look, he'd rather stay in bed all day and mate rather than see his parents?"

He shrugs. "I see it as a win."

I pinch his bicep earning a yelp out of him and he starts to rub it.

He shoots me a glance. "You play rough," he states. "But I like playing rough."

Was that supposed to be a threat or a promise, because it seemed like both to me.

He followed me to the bathroom and tried to join me in the shower, but I just laughed and shut the door. When I came out he practically pounced on me. His arms wrapping around me from behind and pulling my back into his chest, attacking my neck with his kisses.

"Octavius," I whine. "Not now!"

"Please," he pouts. "I promise I'll be quick."

"You say that now, but we'll be in bed until dinner. We both know that and then your parents won't only hate me, but they'll be hungry."

Let's be honest. The soreness was already starting to settle between my legs. I didn't want anymore discomfort even though I was more than satisfied with this morning. It left me wanting more and addicted to everything about him. From his touch to his lips to his taste, I was truly addicted to my mate.

He shrugs. "They are immortal, they'll live," he remarks. His warm breath tickling my ear.

I push him away playfully and head towards our closet and grab a black dress off the hanger. Thankfully I heard him enter the bathroom. Moments later he joined me and purposely walked in with no covering. I could only shake my head and continue to ready myself.

"What are you wearing," I ask. I was nervous I was over dressing.

He shrugs and grabs for a simple dress shirt and jeans. I was standing in front of the floor length mirror making sure I looked nice, but I noticed my horny mate coming up from behind me. His arms wrap around my stomach and his head resting on my shoulder. His warm breath fanning my neck. I jump feeling his tongue run over my mark.

"Octavius," I warn.

I turn around in his hold and look at him. He smiles handsomely before kissing me quickly.

"Goddess, I can't wait to help you out of this later," he confesses.

In heels I was about his height now. Breaking out of his grasp I grab his one hand and lead us out of the closet and to the hallway. I could easily feel how my mate was dreading this lunch. His parents stood from their seats once we entered and they were clearly annoyed.

"Mother, father," Octavius greets.