King of the Alphas

Eighteen; Spoken Secrets

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."

- J.R.R Tolkein, The Fellowship of the Ring

Chapter Eighteen; Spoken Secrets

Abagail POV

"Alpha King. I apologize if I have interrupted you" my cheeks reddened. I hadn't expected for him to have known I was there. I wanted to turn and run away, but I didn't. His back was still facing me. His hands were strong and his fingers long; softly touching the keys.

"Absolutely nothing wrong with your presence here, my darling." He hummed, lowly. He then swiftly moved in one motion, turning around. His eyes were blazing in the moonlight. His scar was sparkling. I tried not to stare for too long.
His arms tensed, as he spoke.
"I haven't played this piano for over 1000 years. Something in me told me to play it again."

I look down at my shoes, shy. I wonder what kept him waiting all that long. If he knew how long it's even actually been.
"I was on my way here just to find some stillness. Your music was hypnotizing." I came to a pause, and breathed in. "It was beautiful."

"Thank you my Abagail." He had a soft smile. "I come here too, I have come for  years to do the same. I find peace here. I used to lean over that balcony."
He pointed over a few feet anyway from the spherical piano room. Attached was a huge balcony. Its own little world, right outside the connecting Library.

"I would just stand there, for hours. Waiting."

"Waiting for what?" I asked, before I even knew I was saying it.

"For a sign." He stood up and took my hand, striding over to the balcony and standing over it with me.
I didn't miss how warm his hands felt, how tall he became when he stood up from the piano bench, how his face was silhouetted by the moonlight.
"I came here to listen, I came here to escape. I came here to dream, in hopes that one day. I would find you. And this is the exactly place where I did. The faintest sound, and my ears perked up. I knew my mate was calling me."

I looked up at him, my cheeks heated up under his gaze. I have never been thought of this was before, this... loved. It was at this moment that I understood he would do anything for me.
"Abagail, I hope you know that I will try to give you as much as you could ever want."

I looked down. I tried not to feel upset or guilty. The things I want .. are not always easy to give. And though he may try to give me everything, it'll never give me freedom. It will never give me my mother back.
It's hard to forget something like that.
But it's becoming harder not to want to stay. It's becoming harder to deny my feelings for Alpha Adrian. To not want to be with him.

He was looking at me intensely, and slowly pulled me into is chest. Trying hard not to overstep any boundaries, but provide the comfort we both need from each other.
I nuzzled into him, one hand on his chest, my head resting in the middle. He was warm, and strong. His body both tight and flush from muscle.

He finally pulled away after a while. "I'm surprised you're here so late."

"Maybe we are more similar than you think." I said, smiling at him.

Amusement filled his eyes "Maybe so."
He looked into my eyes for some time, with a soft expression. For once I was able to hold his gaze, however I tried not to blush.
"Was there anything in particular you were looking for?" he asked me now, curious.

I wasn't sure how to answer, knowing that the truth could get me into trouble. But I also didn't want to completely lie to him. I never liked lies.
"Well-" I started, biting my lip "I was looking into history. I've just been curious, especially upon meeting you - a living legend. Sometimes I think what I learned in school wasn't always what was true. I'm trying to decipher from what is real, and lately it all seems to get twisted up."
I anxiously looked down, fiddling with my fingers, and my feet tapping softly on the floor.

"I don't blame you for wanting answers." The King said lowly. "But just be careful where you look. Sometimes things are better being buried in history."

"Well what about right now? What about the prophecy?" I jumped to reply, not realizing the urgency in my words.

His head turned to look at me, quickly. "How did you know about that?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Isaac." I said softly, pursing my lips. Was the Alpha King going to be angry with me? Isaac did allude to a prophecy.

"Well, my little Abagail," he said lowly, walking closer to me - I didn't move. "You are a big part of it. My miracle." He paused for a second, taking his hands and softly caressing my cheek. I tried not to close my eyes in bliss. "But something written in the stars said that we were made for each other. I was never supposed to have a chance of that."

I wondered why. I've never heard of a werewolf without a mate. Maybe it had to do with the witches. I tried to think back to what I had read in the private library.
"So how could this be then?" I asked, leaning back into him. It was hard not to be intoxicated by his touch, his scent. It was hard not to get hypnotized by it - to want more.

Am I betraying my Mother by leaning into this? Am I betraying the humans for starting to gain feelings for the Alpha King?
Would I be betraying myself if I tore myself away from the things I want?
I want freedom yes, but something within me kept me wanting to stay. To learn about my destiny. To learn to love the Alpha King.

Love.

"My sweet mate, we are still trying to figure that out." he led me back over to the couches within the library. We walked past the piano, and I hoped it wouldn't be the last time I would hear him play.
"But I think that's why you're my miracle, now part of the prophecy."

I wondered what role I would play in this prophecy.
I knew I looked confused. I bit my lip, almost bleeding.
"Angel I get that you're confused but please don't hurt yourself."
His calloused fingers touched my bottom lip, releasing it from my teeth.
I looked up at him, startled.

His scar was sparkling, and his curly hair flopped over his forehead, making him look both regal and soft.
He looked down at me.

I couldn't stop myself.

Abagail don't my conscious told me.
But nothing could dim the fire in my chest.

I slowly lifted up my head, and he leaned down towards me.

And then our lips connected.