Mated to the Alpha King | First Draft Sample

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Bonus Chapter 1
(Theia's Arrival)

Watching Miami city from an areal view was, in great opinion, the best way to view Miami city at night.

Each light, each and every illuminating traffic. Everything had an art about it.

But watching Miami from the most luxurious penthouse balcony, in the most luxurious hotel, that I owned, myself, seemed like a normal thing now.

After all, It seemed all too often that I found myself doing this.

A helpless scoff left my lips as I shook my head.

I blamed the impatience and the frailing hope that appeared to be diminishing day by day.

I cursed the day I had vowed against wanting it. Ever needing it.

I don't want a mate, father!

I was a fucking fool.

My grip flexed around the balcony railing and I closed my eyes as a brisk of cool air hit me square against my face. It seemed sad, I didn't feel anything but a tickle.

My body was warmer than that.

Nine years down and I was now twenty-four, there was no running, it seemed bleak I would ever find my soul mate now.

Just at the thought of never being complete dawned in, the boiling temper I always managed to keep at bay began to make its rare appearance.

Squeezing my eyes I let in a deep breath as I let myself go farther to my beast.

The city's hustle and bustle cleared, sounded louder as I stayed like that, closed eyes just hearing the many conversations. They made me feel surrounded. Like I wasn't alone.

My eyes opened and I looked down at the glistening, sparkling scenery that I knew was the city.

A crying woman, clutching her stomach crossed the street as she tried to hide her tears from everyone around her. Like she didn't want them to notice.

My tense muscles softened when I realized she was pregnant. She held two sets of heartbeat.

I felt for the woman.

My eyes then moved to the man who passed her while crossing the street.

He had noticed.

Somewhere, the romantic in me, the romantic that believed every one of the tales and notions my mother would try to subtly teach me about, that she would learn about from all those stacks of romance novels she had; told me that there was a potential. The man and the woman.

But then when the realist in me knocked on the doors of my brain I scoffed and shaking my head in disgust turned towards the balcony door.

The golden eyes shone back at me in the reflection of the glass door. By habit, I found myself straightening my tie before I let my lips release a sigh.

I walked back in.

"Had enough of the sightseeing Alexander?" Alastair asked, his tone blatantly displaying his amusement. My jaw tightened as I sat down in front of him and poured myself a peck.

Alastair Kinnaird. Popularly known, in the more human world, as the owner and CEO of Kinnaird Shipping, majorly based in Scotland but branching worldwide, was anything but a fleeting business associate.

Alastair Kinnaird was also a fellow Royal. Known, in my world as Alastair Kinnard, Royal King of Were Scotland.

"Shut it, Kinnaird" I muttered as I took a sip of the bourbon. Feeling the liquid warming my inside.