Protect Me Alpha King

31. As if He Was...Jealous

My eyes widened as Alpha King Maxxwell kissed me savagely as if he was punishing me using his

kisses. He bit my lips nearly drawing blood but the more he made it rough, the more it brought pleasure

to my body.

What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening. Here? The alpha king was kissing me even if I was not his sex

slave. And a certain part of me was screaming to answer back to his kisses! Just like what happened at

my pack during the Mating Ceremony.

No, no. I must never give in to the temptation or he would think the rumors about Elijah and I would

become true.

So I just stood there, forcing myself not to return his kisses as his scent nearly knocked me over. I

wanted to sniff him and do other dangerous and sinful thoughts which I never thought I would be doing

when I was still in my pack. And these thoughts were scary as hell as if those were not mine.

Only the alpha king was able to release all these confusing emotions. And the conflicting part of all is

we were not mates. Right?

"You like this, River?" he whispered, brushing my upper lip with my fingers. "Your body wanted this. But

you are fighting it. Why? Is it because I am not Elijah?" he sneered. "I can kiss better than him. I can

pleasure you more than him."

Gold flashes his eyes as if his beast was trying to fight for control.

As if insulting him, I wiped my lips using the back of my hand, and boy. He was looking at me and his

expression turned darker than ever.

"That's not the issue here, Your—"

My words were cut when he dipped his mouth into mine and bit my lower lip once more.

I was surprised and gasped and used the opportunity to enter his tongue inside my mouth.

I bit his upper lip when my control was starting to slip away and just go with the flow. I earned a moan

from his mouth which I did not hear when the alpha king and Nora were fucking. Or was it both of

them?

I knew I should respond if I like what he is doing. I like it. In some way. A certain part of me wanted it,

making my toes curl, making me silently ask for more than he could give me.

However, that was the confusing part. Why was I enjoying this? Why did his soft touches make me feel

as if I was burning for it? Hungry for him? Was I that desperate for someone to desire me?

Gasping for breath, we both pulled away and I looked up, staring at his murderous glares towards me.

"Did Elijah kiss better than me, huh? Are you now his whore?" he spat, curling his lip, hatred on his Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

face.

It did not fully sink into what he just said and it took me longer than that.

Whore? Did he think I was whoring myself for Elijah so that he will teach me how to read and write?

Desire was suddenly replaced by irritation for him while my hands trembled in fury.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, perhaps you understood it wrongly."

He lifted my chin, using enough force, but not enough to inflict pain, but to make his point. "An alpha

king is never wrong."

"You are mistaken," I replied as if I was challenging him.

"You never listen, do you?"

"No. It is you who never listened to my explanations."

My breathing was labored as if I had run a marathon. My nostrils flared as I stared at him.

The alpha king's fist clenched by their sides, and rolled their shoulders back, giving me a death stare.

"Explain it to me, River. Explain why the alpha king's servant, my servant, mine." Why did my heart

jump when he announced the word mine? "...is found in the company of Elijah, the womanizer in this

palace, fucking with him."

"I did not, Your Majesty," emphasizing his name. "How many times will I defend myself? For crying out

loud, those are baseless rumors coming from Nora's mouth! That woman is never fond of me and

wants you for herself."

He pressed his hands on my chin and made me look at him longer. "Really? You did not whore yourself

to him, huh? Lies," he spat, and slightly pushed me. I thought he would let me go, but he unexpectedly

grabbed my wrist, carried me as if I weighed nothing but a feather, put me on his shoulders, and threw

me into the bed. I bounced a couple of times before it stopped.

I angrily gazed at him even if he was the alpha king and he returned the same intensity of gaze to me.

Explaining my side was not helping at all.

"Let's see if Elijah kissed you better than me. You brought disgrace upon yourself, River. I did not touch

you while you came here, respecting your body, honoring you, telling myself you are nothing but a child

in my eyes. But what you did with Elijah was unacceptable!" he roared as he stared down at me while

he hovered over me. "You easily give your body to him!"

"I did nothing wrong with him!" I answered back, angrily wiping the stray hair blocking my gaze.

"Nothing happened!" Except for the massage. And it was not the issue.

I felt hot all over, not because of desire but because I badly wanted to slap him to knock some sense

out of him!

He turned around and paced back and forth. "Lies! Lies! You're nothing but a handful of lies."

Well, there were times I had to lie, but I was not lying this time! Nothing happened between us and

Elijah.

"You can throw me at the bottom pit of the dungeon, but you cannot change my claim that I am

innocent and did not whore myself towards Elijah, Maxxwell," I exclaimed.

He stilled and looked at me. "What did you just call me?"

"Your Majesty," I answered blandly.

"You did not. You called me by name."

I faked a surprise. "Oh. I did? I am not sure."

He glared at me and told me he did not like the way I answered him. But damn him! How could he even

expect me to honor him when he was only spouting baseless accusations?

"Yes, I did call you Maxxwell, Maxxwell. I forget I am talking to the scary alpha king. How you are acting

right now made me forget about it."

Punishment was no longer important in my mind. I was furious and wanted to show how stubborn I

could become which I never showed back in my pack and fought him regardless of my loss of power. I

was tired of lowering myself to anyone. It was time to fight.

He staggered back and lost his strength for a minute.

"You were like her."

"Who?" I asked curiously.

"Zenith."

That name again.

I bolted upright, fixed my hair, and stood in front of him. "What about that woman? I've got sick of

constantly hearing her name a couple of times but nobody wanted to tell me about her. Do I look like

her, Your Majesty? Or did I remind her of you?"

I never thought I would be living in someone else's shadows upon coming here. And I wanted to know

if I could use Zenith's memories to my advantage or not.

The alpha king shook his head to clear his thoughts and balled his fist.

"You want to know about her?"

"Yes."

"What will you give in return, River?" he asked using his dangerous tone. "Yourself again? Funny how

you easily give it away to anyone including Elijah. Is that how desperate you could be?"

I fisted on the sheets, and the urge to slap him—hard returned. Why did he always bring up Elijah's

name as if he was…jealous.

I laughed at the thought. The alpha ling world never feels any jealousy towards someone. That's

absurd.

I closed the gap between us, our breaths mingling, while our chest was only a few meters from

touching each other.

I had to crane my neck to look at him better 'cause he towered over my barely five-flat height. Damn.

How could he be huge and tall at the same time?

"I could be desperate, Your Majesty. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. But I never was

fucked by Sir Elijah. You can call him and ask him the truth. My conscience is clear." Except for

meeting him at the watchtower. It would be better if no one will know about it. "So I can demand to

know everything about Zenith."

He leaned closer to my ears and whispered, "Are you also willing to whore yourself to me, or offer

yourself as my sex slave just to get the information from my mouth, River?"

And he licked my ears, making me gasp.