The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 1 - Meet the King

< Aero >

On his deathbed, my father gave the crown to me, but he let me promise that I'd get a queen in the next three days.

Three fucking days.

Of course, considering he was dying and that I desired the throne all my life, I had to agree, but deep inside me, I knew I was lying.

Fast forward ten years later, I still didn't fulfill his wish and not a ounce of guilt crept inside my mind.

I hated women. All of them in general. And that probably all stemmed because my mother, Olivia, the Queen of Phanteon, decided to bed another man. Lots of them. She had an insatiable appetite for all things cock-related. My father's was unfortunately not enough. In the end, driven mad by jealousy and betrayal, he killed my mother. Only a few people knew about it and the kingdom was fed with false information that she died because of an illness.

Lately, my ministers had pressured me to taking a queen. Or at least own a harem that would cater to my sexual needs.

Those ministers that did that -- they were six feet on the ground now. And the harem that they started? Well... let's just say my army was grateful to me.

I don't have a fear of women really. I abhor them and all of the kingdom knew it.

Hence, most, if not all of the staff of the castle, were male. The female staff had to hide themselves whenever I'm near, else they'd be beheaded on the spot.

But don't get me wrong. As a King, I'm benevolent. I'm fair. And I see to the welfare of my people be it of the opposite gender or not.

I just don't want to see a woman inside my castle or even entertain the thought of having a queen.

So, with that said, you could say I was pretty surprised when a woman suddenly materialized under me when I was just about to drop myself into the bed.

Our eyes met, both wide with surprise and confusion. She had her arms spread on each sides, her chest rising and falling double time. Her legs were spread apart. I was in between it and I couldn't deny the brief press of my sudden erection against that fleshy part down her abdomen.

At first, I felt disgusted, but the next second, I felt...

No. Certainly it was just a play of my mind.

Going back to the matter at hand, my hands were paralyzed, not knowing exactly what to do. Should I shove her away? Should I bring her up from the bed while fisting that waterfall of luscious hair? Or should I behead her like I would usually order my guards to do -- not like that ever happened to date, but a good demonstration to all my subjects would be a delightful idea to let them know I'm truly a man of my word.

Neither of my ideas actually happened, for in a span of two seconds, my double doors burst open and in came my audacious younger brother, Elijah. He didn't even have the gall to knock on my bedroom door and that meant he was in trouble over something only I could fix.

"Oh, what do we have here? I guess the rumors aren't true after all," he said, an amused tone in his voice clear.

I groaned. "This is not what you think."

Glaring at the mysterious, tongue-tied woman, I stood up and pulled myself away from her lightning quick. At the sight of her two abominations—breasts—I cringed. She wore a yellow chemise that left little to the imagination. I wasn't surprised. My whore of a mother used to wear it when seducing her men.

The said garment was almost see-through. The outline of her nipples were as clear as day. Her legs, widely spread to my horror, showed the smoothness of her inner thighs. Luckily, she wore a covering that hid that despicable part of her as a woman. I haven't seen such a covering before. What was the name of that thing again I heard from my soldiers? Panties? Maybe this was a fashion the women of my kingdom use to blindly put men into submission.