The Alpha King

Adonis

TWO DAYS BEFORE THE BALL

I watch my little mate from afar, through the window of her classroom. She sits in the back row, far away from the eyes of everything. Her scent wafts through the air. I take a deep breath and lean back on my car. I can't help but stare at her as I wait for my beta Jameson to come back from the urgent business he said he had to take care of before we left for the pack house. 

Her delicate features amaze me. Her light brown hair, close to a caramel color flows down her back in soft waves. Her light blue eyes followed something outside of the window. Her full lips forming a small smile as she stared at whatever it was she was seeing. 

I would love to be the receiving end of her smile--- No. No, I wouldn't Where did that come from?

'The fact that you want her?' Hades suggested. I scowled and blocked him out but not before her could cuss me out. 

I feel like a stalker. I probably am. But do I give a shit? No. I don't. I've never wanted a mate before and I still don't. But something just seemed so enticing about her. Ever since I first found her scent, I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every time I would banish it from my brain, it would come circling back like one of those obsessed one night stands you have years ago that wanted more. But that was the wrong way to explain it. It was more like... the cookies my mother used to bake me when I was younger, and even now, at twenty years old, I can still smell the delicious aroma that filled the kitchen when she baked them. 

A deep possessive urge bubbles it's way into my mind. I want her. I want her in my arms, and with me all the time. I want to be the one she smiles at, the one she falls--- I push the thoughts away. For now.

I watch her as she smiles brightly before turning away from the window.

'Guess who's back bitch!' Hades growls in my mind as he pries through the wall I tried blocking him out with. I roll my eyes. 'Don't fucking roll your eyes at me, bastard. You know you want her. Why resist it, bud? You're only making it hard on yourself. And speaking of hard ons---'

"Shut the fuck up, Hades," I growl out loud. Then I see Jameson figure strolling back towards me. And her scent hits me hard enough to send me stumbling. 

"Woah," Jameson comments. "You all right there, buddy?"

"I'm fine," I snarled. He places a hand on my shoulder to help me stand up. I flinch away from his touch. "Don't fucking touch me." 

Jameson withdraws his hand quickly. 

"Who the hell were you with?" I snap at him. Jameson takes a step back. I can feel Hades wanting to take control. 

'If he touched my mate, I swear to the Goddess,' growled Hades. 

"My foster sister, Harper Devlon," he says. 

The name fits her. The way Harper sounds sharp, like her beauty, and what I'm sure her personality is like. But then I notice the dark and sad look overwhelming Jameson's face. 

"What?" I snap. 

Jameson shakes his head. "She's stuck in that Goddess awful place and there's nothing anyone can do. If she tries to escape, they'll fucking kill her. But luckily, I'm taking her to the ball. And she's turning seventeen in two weeks. Thank the Goddess."

My jaw clenches. The house I went to the other night had to have been the place that he was talking about. 

"And," I watch silently as Jameson drags a weary hand down his face. "She tried hiding the bruises on her neck. I could fucking see them. I wish there was a way we could get her out of there."

After he said that, I wanted to rip her foster parents to shreds. I was going to kill them. Hurting my fucking mate? Hades was pacing, snarling.

It clicked in my mind. Jameson was taking my mate to the ball to help her find her mate, therefore freeing her from the torture that that home would put her through if she stayed. Even as Alpha King, the most I could do is start a lawsuit against them, as per my rules right now. 

Since my father only just handed over the position almost three years ago, there was a limited amount I could do. Only once I got three full years as Alpha King would I have full power. 

Hades whimpered in defeat. There wasn't anything we could do for our mate exceptpt wait two full days for her at the ball. 

"She's my mate," I confess slowly. 

Jameson raised a brow at me. "Who?"

I suck in a quick breath. I don't usually talk about this to anyone Jameson is an exception because he's the closest friend I've got. I hate emotions and I hate exposing my emotions. But for her, I want those emotions---

"Your foster sister. Harper," her name rolls off of my tongue easily, and it's sweet. I repeat her name quietly to myself. 

'Harper Boulas,' Hades hummed to himself. 'I like the sound of that,' he announced. I did too.

Jameson stares at me in shock. "That's," he breathes in astonishment, "that's amazing! Holy shit!" He lets out a laugh as he runs his hands through his hair. I stare at hime with a blank expression. "What?" He frowns. 

"Nothing. You're taking her to the Ball?"

"Yes."

"You so much as fucking touch her, I'll fucking murder you."

"Clam down big guy," Jameson said. I level a glare at him and he holds his hand out in surrender.  "Oh, she needs a dress by the way. Do you want to help me pick her out something?"

"Yes, and can I have your shirt? I want her scent with me," I ask sheepishly. Jameson rolls his eyes. We trade shirts. 

***

NIGHT OF THE BALL

I stand over the ball room, glancing dow at all the people dancing the room. I don't see Jameson or my mate. Harper. 

Minutes fly by. 

"Hm. You look depressed. Go find yourself a woman, dude," said my sister as she steps out on the balcony. Her words are slurred. 

"Find yourself a life," I retort. 

"Hey. Just 'cause I'm drunk doesn't mean I won't kick your ass," she laughs. 

I roll my eyes. 

"Guess who I brought?" She sung drunkenly. I turn to my sister and narrow my eyes at her. She points to behind the curtains and a woman peeks out. I recognize her instantly. 

"Artemis, leave," I snap at my sister. She giggles and blows me a kiss before sneaking away. I turn my unflinching gaze on Jezebel. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Do you not remember?" Her voice comes out sultry and I resist the urge to gag. "Or do you need me to give your memory a jumpstart?" She walks close to me, putting her arms around my neck before trailing her nails down my chest. I push her away. She glares at me. 

"Alpha, three weeks ago you scheduled an appointment for three days ago. You didn't show up," she pouts. 

I scoff at her pathetic attempts. "I don't want that anymore. You can leave now."

"Fuck you," she sneers. 

"That's what you wanted to do a minute ago," I reply cooly as I search the room for my mate. 

Jezebel scoffs and storms off. 

Sure, I needed her three weeks ago when I didn't have a mate. But I do now and I'm already infatuated with her. I know her name, the color of her eyes, her hair and her smile and I find myself wanting to know more about her. 

And that's when I see Jameson. And her. I groan at the sight. 

'She looks absolutely ravishing,' Hades whispered, obviously as enraptured by the sight as I was. 

Fina-fuckin-ly! I mind link to him. I see him roll his eyes. Jameson keeps his distance from my mate and I nod at him. 

And then I start making my way down to her.