Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Banging a woman should help him relax, but now he was tenser.
He was pissed and aroused after fondling with Marcy, and there was nothing wrong with Nora, but only after he imagined that the hair he is holding is copper-colored, he found his release. And after it was done, he saw that the hair in his hand was brown, and he felt dirty and no amount of scrubbing under the shower helped him feel better.
‘You can’t wash a guilty conscience.’, his wolf said.
‘Guilty conscience? It’s not like I cheated!’, Dayson shouted mentally. ‘I don’t even know her name or if she is real! I’m a free man. Why would I feel guilt for touching a woman who came onto me willingly when I needed a release?’
‘Keep saying that, if it will make you feel better.’
Dayson was not willing to acknowledge that his wolf was right. For the first time in his life, Dayson felt bad after bedding a woman. Well, maybe not bad, but not good either.
It was like eating tofu. He got what he wanted, but his stomach was still empty and there was no satisfaction that a meal should provide.
‘How long will this last?’, Dayson asked dejectedly.
There must be some expiration date on whatever craziness he was going through, and after that, he can return to normal.
‘It will last until you accept the reality.’
Dayson was frustrated. Is his wolf telling him that sex won’t feel good anymore, or to accept the copper-haired girl as his mate? Or maybe those two are the same. ‘What reality?’
‘Why are you playing stupid? You know I can feel everything you do. The bond is proof that the pleasure of flesh is not enough. To experience more, you need our mate.’ His wolf snorted. ‘There is no point in talking to you. Do whatever you want, but if you go against the order and mess up, don’t ask for my help…’
Dayson shoved a hand in his hair irritably.
His wolf always told him to follow his instincts. That’s what werewolves do, and it helped him in many tricky situations. But this was not facing rogues or dealing with scheming enemies. This was an unknown scrawny girl with copper-colored hair that made him feel all kinds of uncertainties he didn’t want to acknowledge.
It was past two o’clock in the morning, and Dayson was unable to sleep.
His room was facing the garden and there was a forest in the distance. Dayson decided to go for a run. That should help him clear his mind.
Ideally, Dayson would shift into his wolf form. Feeling the soil and grass under his paws as the wind runs through his fur always feels good. However, he is in the territory of the Red Moon pack and if his wolf is seen, it will be perceived as a challenge, a threat.
He came here to see what Alpha Edward is plotting, and not to start a war.
Dayson descended the stairs and reached the main floor. He took a turn toward the door that leads to the garden when the sweet citrusy scent of freesia got his attention.
Without thinking, Dayson’s legs moved, and he found himself in the part of the packhouse he didn’t visit before. The kitchen.
The main light was off, but he could see the surroundings among heavy shadows because the fridge was open.
And there he saw a small figure sticking out of the refrigerator.
Looking from behind, based on her size he estimated that she can’t be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen years old.
Dayson stalked toward her, and he stopped when he was only half a step behind her.
He took a deep breath and her sweet scent made him dizzy, urging him to get closer and maybe lick or bite her. He wondered if her taste will be so addictive as well.
“Mhm…”, Dayson cleared his throat, and she jumped in fright.
“Aw!”, Talia stifled a cry when her head bumped into the shelf of the refrigerator.
She turned swiftly toward the source of the noise and her eyes widened in horror when her eyes met Dayson’s.
She recognized him. It’s the important guest. The same one whose private time with Marcy she interrupted.
Talia cursed her luck.
After Marcy visited her in the attic, Talia didn’t dare to move until all the sounds in the packhouse died down. She thought that she should just stay there until Marcy and others forget about her, but she was hungry, and she searched for something cold to relieve her pain.
If Talia knew that she will bump into this scary guy, she would stay upstairs hungry and endure the pain. It wouldn’t be the first time; the only difference is that the previous injuries were from other Omegas, and this time princess Marcy acted.
Before this afternoon, Talia thought that Marcy was a kind person, but she is not.
Between Marcy and Anna, Talia prefers Anna who doesn’t pretend to be nice only to bully Talia when she doesn’t expect it. At least she knew to be wary of Anna, while Marcy smiled and said sweet words only to get close.
Talia looked at Dayson fearfully.
Will he punish her also? Why is he narrowing his eyes at her? She felt the urgency to leave.
Talia didn’t know that Dayson was squinting in an effort to identify her features clearly. The light was behind her, and heavy shadows veiled her face.
“I’m sorry…”, Talia said in a shaky voice and lowered her head before stepping to the side, trying to find her exit.
Dayson extended his arm, blocking her path. “What are you sorry for?”
He was irked. Is she avoiding him?
Every girl would do community service for some one-on-one time with Dayson, and this girl wants to flee.
Talia bit her lower lip. How is she supposed to answer his question? She reminded herself not to mention what she saw this afternoon in the guest bedroom. With any luck, he won’t know that was her.
“I’m sorry for getting in your way”, Talia responded. “If you excuse me…”
“Wait!” Dayson called, preventing her from leaving. Wasn’t she looking for something in the fridge?
A side of Talia’s face was illuminated, and Dayson frowned.
He grabbed her chin roughly and delightful sparks prickled his fingers and spread up his arm, confirming what his wolf said. Mate.
He never felt anything like it.
Dayson could sense his wolf wagging its tail in delight, and Dayson would enjoy this sensation if not for Talia’s ragged appearance.
Dayson forced Talia to lift her head so that he can see her face against the light the open refrigerator provided.
Talia’s beautiful doe-like eyes blinked at him, but Dayson’s daze lasted only for a moment before his sight moved over her injuries.
Her upper lip was busted, and she had a bruise under her left eye and even her right cheek had dark purple marks.
“What happened to your face?”
Talia’s breath hitched. “I fell.”
Dayson didn’t buy it. He saw consequences of many falls, and this was nothing like it. “That must be some nasty fall.”