The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
.Chapter 6: impatient thirst for bloodlust.Prince Damian has just donned his mask, prepared to head to the ballroom, when his commander, Storm appears in the doorway.He’s wearing a grim, if mildly exasperated expression, eyes solemn and glinting like steel in the moonlight.“The festivities may have to wait, just a moment,” Storm says lightly, though his cheerful tone still manages to belie a dark edge.Prince Damian stills.“I’m afraid there’s a matter with an...uninvited guest.”The two of them share a hint of a frigid smile.When Prince Damian arrives at the cold, dank holding cells underneath the castle - seldom used, and the existence of which is very well hidden from most of the unsuspecting inhabitants of the palace - he finds a man bruised and bloody and shackled to the wall in the first cell.Damian gazes at him through bored, lidded eyes. “I’m afraid you’ve caught us at a bad time,” he says. “We’re a little busy to entertain you the way such an esteemed guest should be.”The man looks up, and upon glimpsing Damian’s- no doubt, recognizable - features, grows even paler than his already white pallor.The mask does nothing to conceal the looming, heavy weight of Damian’s presence.The man looks as though he’s seen Death, itself.(He isn’t wrong.)“P-Please,” he begs, in what is quickly becoming a tiresome and overly repeated song that Damian finds entirely dull. “Please, I d-didn’t h-have a choice-”He ignores him in favor of glancing once towards Storm, a question in his raised brow.He nods. “We’ve already sent out a message to King Mattel, it’s expected to reach him in 2 to 3 days.”Off preparing for his death day while leaving the dirty matters for Damian, he notes with sardonic amusement. Damian turns back to the man, though he takes one careful, large step backwards.The man has not a second to spare, before the shadows, coalescing from every dark corner of the room, lunge.He dies instantly, leaving behind nothing but a violent spray of blood, bursting from the gaping wound in his neck.Damian clucks his tongue in irritation.He looks down at his shoes, splattered with red, and sighs. “Now look at what you’ve done,” he says to the soundless, unmoving corpse. “Already running late, and now I’ve to change, as well.”Storm quirks a smile. “Eager to return to your Princess’s side?” he teases.Prince Damian steps past him with a disinterested gaze. “If there are any others,” he murmurs. “You know what to do. Send out another eagle to Mattel and make sure to add that it’s an important issue”.His commander grins.***SOUTHERN PLAINS***In the south, in a castle fortress that towers atop a rocky terrace, three men commence the planning of war.“So Prince Damian has chosen to align his country with that cursed atrocity who calls himself Mattel, then,” Lord Arthur drawls, a silken murmur. At the table’s head, he sits elegantly upon his chair, draped comfortably along one arm with his legs crossed.“It is more than I expected from them,” Edgar, Lord Arthur’s younger brother, hums. “For a while, I rather surmised they’d attempt to abstain altogether, and would have to be put down like the dogs they are once we’ve settled the dust.”Arthur’s lips curve into a small, amused smile.For two men who’ve just learned that the last player on the board has chosen to join the other side, they are remarkably, unnaturally calm.To an observer, it may even appear that the courtroom members of the southern plains seem almost pleased at the outcome, as puzzling as it may be.“Pity, that they’ve chosen the wrong side,” Arthur says. “That lovely brain of Prince Damian’s bride to be would have been a nice trinket to keep.”“They will all burn with no one remaining among the rest of them,” a third voice - far more brash than the first two - joins the conversation.At his seat across from Arthur, Prince Imari of the western plains leans forward onto the table, his expression dripping with bold eagerness. “Mattel’s kingdom will be the first to fall to ashes, for their foolishness.”Edgar rolls his eyes. “And you will be the one to eliminate him, then? Not wait for his curse to knock at his door?. That’s cowardice if you ask me.”In a head to head confrontation - the only kind of confrontation that Imari is known for - it is well settled that Prince Imari cannot hope to outmatch King Mattel. Imari snarls. “With our two houses, he will go down, or we’ll start with Damian’s kingdom perhaps?.”“You fail, yet again, to look further than your own nose,” Arthur’s voice - as pleasant and unhurried as ever - murmurs. “Do you think it makes sense, for us to expend our resources now, felling Damian’s region - the least of the three threats - when it will then leave us weaker to handle Mattel?”The word Mattel - unlike Arthur’s usual leisurely drawl - is sneered, laden with such malice that it produces a jarring effect in contrast to his normal cadence. King Mattel.The Cursed Beast.The alpha who holds the power to control another alpha; the unholy Gift that, in a direct conflict, will likely overwhelm any other.King Mattel, having the highest privilege of being one of the most powerful werewolves and being a dominant alpha at that.“Then we get Mattel,” Imari shrugs. “Your impatient blind bloodlust will be the reason it is your head that rolls. Do you expect us to go and confront Mattel now, when he is safely at home, protected by the greatest military force of all the houses combined?”Imari’s nostrils flare with anger at Arthur’s scorning tone. “Then what,” he grounds out, eyes flashing dangerously. “Do you suggest we do?”Arthur leans back in his chair, lips curling into a sharp, predatory smile.“We wait for our dear king to find his mate first.”..TBC~please leave a gem if you got to this point~The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 7: an impossible remedy .REGINA’s POV“Wake up, wake up, wake up.”A voice keeps on chanting drifting into my sleep.I groan wanting the noise to go away as I roll on to the other side.“Come on, my child, you can’t sleep the whole day. There are things to do.”My eyebrows furrowed as those words resounded in my head.Things to do?Wait, who owns that voice?And ....I snuggled deeper on the pillow.Why is it so soft?And why hasn’t he come to wake me up yet?And with that, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings as I opened my eyes, nothing coming to my head as I tried to think of where I could.“My child ?.”I swiftly turned sideways to see an elderly woman standing surprisingly upright next to the side of the bed I was in.“Hii ?.” I replied confused managing to raise my hand up to wave a little.I take a look around the large room recalling why I was here in the first place.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten ..”“No I haven’t.” I clenched
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate .Chapter 8: taking a chance .*KING MATTEL* “She has given you all right to sleep with someone else if you wish, Mattel.” Maria informed him.“Who does she think she is? First coming here claiming me as her mate and now this.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t need her permission in the first place, I have been doing that before she came along and I might continue to.”“She IS your mate, Mattel!.” Head Maid Maria insisted as she tried to talk to the king.The king stared at her with no expression in his face as he repeated the words. “I do not have a mate.”“You do and she’s the one, I really believe her to be the one that you have been looking for all this while.” Maria argued before sighing. “You have a mate, you do, even the prophesy said—.”“That my mate shall despise me.” King Mattel completed the sentence. “Tell me, Maria, is that not equivalent of not having a mate? Because how can I have a mate and yet it looks like I’m without one. And why is she
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate. Chapter 9: a contest for his heart? .Regina stared around dreamily as she walked into the large royal kitchen. Everything, the cabinets, the sinks, the cupboards, they was just so huge compared to her kitchen back when she was living with her stupid ass step father of a person.She sighed remembering that it was him who got her into this mess in the first place which although fortunately led her to meeting her mate, it’s still rather unfortunate considering the fact that her mate didn’t even know her or even was able to smell her.Which was the worst thing for a wolf to ever have. Because having a mate was equivalent to the idea of a human finding they’re ‘the one’ and now that Regina has found him, he hasn’t found her. She has always dreamed of the day that her mate would run along and snatch her from the wicked hands of her fate, and she has always thought the future person to be someone who would be her Prince Charming, someone would probably t
Alpha Easton’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 10: alluding delusions . A frown came on Regina’s face as she attempted to correct the stupid sounding blonde who was speaking to her. “But the king gave me permission to be in his castle yesterday. If what you said is true, why didn’t he throw me out after not believing that I am his mate?.”“What?.” The smile immediately vanished from the blonde’s face as she stared at Regina trying to see if she could get any hint of a lie in her but it was clearly obvious that she wasn’t lying. “That isn’t true.” The blonde muttered backing away a little. “You are not supposed to be here.”“But I am here, am I not.” Regina says arching an eyebrow up as she looks up and down at the girl finally observing her the way she wanted. “Who are you?.” She asked feeling smug about the new found gained confidence over the girl.The blonde girl cleared her throat suddenly straightening up to look more superior. “I am Annalise, my father is one of this kingdom’s highly
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 11: court me .“Are you alright?.” Alpha Mattel’s voice was directed to her as his eyes stared back at her form.Annalise stared in disbelief as if not accepting the fact that the king could ever be concerned.Mattel still got the nonchalant expression less face but Regina didn’t care.She got his attention and she was very much determined to keep it.“Ahh. My head hurts.” Regina cried out deciding to take advantage of the situation now that she had the king right where she wanted. She tapped at her scalp faking an outburst of cry immediately. “Oh it aches!.”“You peasant!.” Annalise cussed out straight away not caring about the third presence as the look of distaste was in her face as she stared at Regina. “I didn’t even hurt you, stop faking shit!.”“Annalise! That’s enough from you.” The king called again, more authoritative than before. “Let her be, you can leave.” He said indicating towards the exit.“W-What?.” Annalise spluttered surprise
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 12: fear, as time passed .Regina checks the book collection again, this time with the revelation that it had been King Mattel who’d put these books here; that these books are his, and that he’d curated a particular selection to place in Regina’s room.She had already noticed before, when they were brought in, that the twenty something books were of every varied genre. She realizes now, it might be because Mattel did not know what kinds of books Regina liked - that he’d been considerate enough to think of this, and then to include a wide variety of genres.Regina picks one of the books up, peering closely at the binding, the page edges and even going as far as to flick through the book carefully, looking for signs of wear.All the books are in impeccable condition, but upon closer inspection, he can see that all of the books have, in fact, been read at least once; and that some even show subtle signs of having been read several times, such as
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 13: a getaway .“Did she like the books, then?”Clang.Mattel grits his teeth and just barely manages to bring his sword up in time to avoid an untimely and particularly grisly death at the edge of Lionel’s blade.His personal bodyguard and head of his military team- as per usual - is in irritatingly top form, as he whirls elegantly in circles around Mattel.Mattel’s a skilled swordsman, and easily one of the most talented even among Lionel’s army’s ranks, but Mattel himself has always been in a league of his own.On most days, it’s the reason why Mattel chooses Lionel to be his sparring partner, to keep his skills sharp.On days like today, however, all it does is irritate his nerves at the beaming smile the Commander wears while they spar, as if it takes no effort at all to pummel Mattel to the ground.“I would think so, yes,” Mattel huffs, more out of breath than he cares to admit. He ducks, just a second before Lionel’s blade goes flying ri
The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate.Chapter 14: because the people fear him? .The two of them take a small, compact carriage into town, manned only by their driver. Typical protocol would dictate at least a few guards, but Mattel had said that having more guards with them would only alert their presence even more, and so the two of them would head in largely unattended.Upon their arrival, King Mattel flips the large hood on his heavy cloak, such that it nearly conceals the entirety of his face.Regina, startled, cannot help but to inquire, “Why are you wearing a hood, King Mattel?.”She can see the line of King’s Mattel’s lips, quirking into an unamused smile from underneath the hood’s edge.“My face is quite well known around these parts,” is all the explanation he gives, before exiting the carriage.He pauses, however, to help Regina down with surprising gentleness, and Regina can’t stop staring at the massive hood that conceals most of his face. What does it mean, that he must wea