The Alpha King

Adonis

I was going to fucking rip her foster mother's head off. I was going to kill her for her my little goddess of beauty. I was also willing to start a war with another pack. Alpha Kent's beta's mate dared to grab my little rose by the hair and drag her. 

Speaking of my little rose, Harper was perched on my lap, her lips straddling me, and shivering. In fear. I watch her neck bob as she swallows the water and the pills. She rubs one of her wrapped arms in discomfort, then places both of her hands of my shoulders, balancing herself.

The little innocent woman wiggles on my lap, trying to get comfortable. I groan as my blood flows in one direction. I grab her hips and hold her still. 

"Are you okay, darling?" I asked her. She was shivering. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm fine," she lied. 

"You don't have to apologize for not being okay. I understand if you don't want to talk about your problems to me right now, but when you do, I will always be there for you," I said to her. I was careful to keep my hands on just her waist, watching for any signs of discomfort coming from her. "Now, how about we get some food for you, yeah?"

"No!" She shouted. Then she whimpered, shying away from me. "I-I'm sorry, I-I did it a-again."

I was going to fucking kill her foster parents for making her this fucking scared to shout. And food? Who doesn't want food. Well, her right now, but she was so skinny her ribs were protruding out and she was as light as a child. I wasn't going to let her starve. Not when she with me. 

"It's okay darling," I make suiting circles on her hips. She shudders, and I know that she feel the same sparks that I do when we touch. "Are you sure? I've got lots of food. No one will even notice you've eaten." 

I hold back from asking why she doesn't want to eat. If she wanted to tell me, she would've. I want to reach a point in this relationship with my mate that we can talk about anything openly, and without hesitation.

I can see the hesitation laced on her features. Her stomach gurgles. "O-okay. But you have to promise not to tell anybody."

"Okay, darling," I smiled at her softly. 

"Pinky promise?" She whispered. She removes one of her hands from my chest. I clench my teeth from the loss of contact. I hook my pinky with her, tingles running down my arm. She giggles. And looks at me with worry. 

"You're too cute," I tell her. Her posture relaxes in relief. Was she worried about giggling in front of me too? We were going to change that.

'Yes, bro. You bet your whipped as we are,' Hades chortled. 'We're gonna get her comfortable enough she'd walk around naked in front--'

I block Hades out again. I stand up, bring her with me and place her on my hip. She blushed and hid her face in my shoulder, wrapping her arms around. 

I walk us down to the kitchen after mind linking every employee to steer clear of us and vacate my personal kitchen that's near my rooms. 

I set her down on the counter next the grapes, cheese and some bread. I stand in-between her thighs. "Grapes, cheese, and bread okay, darling?"

She nods and looks at me carefully. I grapes a grape and hold it in front of her delicate, pink lips. She opens her mouth hesitantly and takes it from my fingers. She chews it slowly, savoring the taste. She opens her, mouth, waiting. I chuckle. 

I do the same with a slice of Colby jack cheese. She lets out a small moan. I don't think she realized what she did, but I definitely did. The sound goes straight my groin. I banish every thought of things like that from my mind. She was way to innocent to be thought of like that. 

After a while of gives her small pieces of food, she groans. "I'm full." And, as if the words elicit a reason for her to be scared, she jumps off the counter and runs away. She claws at the doorhandles, but it's the door that stays locked. Then, she finds herself a corner and sinks low. Her arms wrap around her small frame and she whimpers, and shivers. 

I creep towards her, small step by small step. She tries to scoot farther away from me. I stop, and sink down to the floor. 

She cries harder. "I can't, I can't! I wasn't supposed to eat! I'm not--- I'm not supposed to eat!"

"Well, my laws outweigh who ever gave you those rules. So I hereby announce that you will have to eat whenever you are hungry!" I said in a small announcer's voice. She looks up at me. Her eyes were swollen and puffy. 

She sniffles. "Really?" I nod. I watch as her body relaxes. She doesn't make a move, so neither do I. 

"Do you want to sleep in your own room or in mine? If you sleep in my room, I can take the couch and you can have the bed. Unless you're comfortable enough for me to sleep in the same bed," I offer. Changing the subject seemed effective on her. She sniffles one last time before standing up on shaky legs. I stand with her, taking a small step towards her. When she doesn't back away, I take another, and offer her my hand. 

She grips it hesitantly. I smile at her. I opened the door for her. 

"Well, darling, what do you want to do?" I asked again.

I don't want to come across as pushy. I want her to have her own choices and I want her to have boundaries. 

"I-I want to stay in your room. B-but on separate beds. And I'd like the couch," she whispered. Her eyes shoot to me, as if looking for approval. 

"Are you sure you want the couch?" I asked. She nods. I let her lead me back to my room. I'm surprised she remembered how to get there. 

"Can I-- Can I use the restroom?"

"Of course darling."

She smiles at me and I felt my heart flutter. One day of knowing her, and she was already thawing my heart.