The Alpha's Temptation

Chapter 24 Ready To Be Presented

Mizvah groaned against her neck as he continued to pump inside her till his release. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she threaded her fingers in his hair as she reached her climax. Mizvah continued to stay inside her.

"When are you going to tell your father about us?" he whispered as he thrusted into her languidly.

"Fuck harder!" she growled an order. He chuckled and fucked her harder. When they were both sitting under the shade of the tree, with Morava in his lap, she said, "I am going to the Draka Kingdom tomorrow. My father has fixed my marriage with King Eltanin."

"What?" Mizvah jerked his head back as icy shock blasted through him. "What do mean by that, Morava?" he asked, his eyes going wide and his shoulders tensing. "You are joking, right?"

Morava's lips curled up. She had straddled him with her face in the crook of his neck. She traced the softness of his lips and asked, "Do you think I would joke about something this serious, hmm?" She felt his chest muscles rippling. "How could you even think that I will marry you? You are not even a… prince or of a royal bloodline."

"But Morava, we love each other!" he rasped, as his hold on her tightened. His breath came out ragged.

"You love me, but I don't," she replied nonchalantly and straightened herself. "And you should be happy that I even noticed you." She looked at his left upper arm where a tattoo of a horse with wings was and then at his chest where the same tattoo was. A pegasus. It was on the upper side of her left chest.

Mizvah didn't know what to say. Bitterness and shock had choked his throat to such a level that he was dumbfounded. He stared at her with misty eyes.

Morava chuckled. She pressed a kiss on his lips. "Don't look so stunned, Mizvah. Not many wolves get to fuck a princess. Consider yourself lucky and don't even talk about us to my father, else he will behead you." She brushed the dry leaves off his hair. "It doesn't matter that everyone knows that I am fucking you, but this can't be talked about." She trailed a finger down to his navel and then to his cock. "This is a beautiful thing, keep it for me when I come back and I shall reward you."

Mizvah was stunned. He knew what Morava meant. She meant that he shouldn't marry anyone because she was going to use him whenever she was around. _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

"Oh gods!" he blurted.

Morava laughed softly. "You see, I like you, I like you a lot." She hopped out of his lap and smoothed the creases of her gown. "I need to prepare myself for the trip to the Draka kingdom." She gave him a lusty look and smiled. "I will be back soon." Saying that she sauntered out of the thicket leaving a gaping warrior behind.

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Present Day

Wearing a gown made from two coats of deer, dyed a blush rose, Morava took one last look at herself in the mirror in the waiting chamber, before entering the throne hall of the Draka Kingdom. Her black kohled eyes went to the heavy arched oak doors that had a wyvern carved into them.

Cynthia had styled her hair into soft waves that fell around her neck and her face. A dainty tiara that was encrusted with diamonds sat atop her head. She had asked Cynthia to spritz lavender oil on her in order to add a seductive smell.

Morava looked at her father and wondered why he was so anxious. Did he doubt that she would be able to impress King Eltanin? She smirked as she looked away from him at the guard. She was certain that Eltanin would agree to marrying her. She was, after all, one of the most beautiful women in the two kingdoms, and a royal on top of that. She was also very proud of her wolf when she shifted. Its fur was just as tawny as her hair

She had heard a lot about Eltanin, his image amongst the women, and internally was excited to meet him. She didn't expect the Alpha to be a saint. He was a werewolf after all, and werewolves were aware of their strong sexual desires. On top of that he was a king. Heck, if he decided to have a harem of women around him, she wouldn't mind, but she wouldn't let him remarry. It would be her babes who would rule the mighty kingdom of Draka. She imagined what her children would look like. Then her thoughts wavered to Mizvah and she chuckled. What a fool he was. A fool, but usable.

They were received by Alpha Alrakis when they had arrived by morning, who gave her appreciative glances as her father introduced them. She knew that she had already made an impression on Alrakis.

They were made to stay in the guest rooms that were in the south wing of the palace. The north wing was where the king lived.

Their accommodations were beautiful and luxurious, on the third floor. Along with her father and her, a caravan consisting of five courtiers and two dozen soldiers traveled. The courtiers were given accommodation on the ground floor while the soldiers were sent to the servant quarters.

"Your Highness, Alrakis, King Biham of the Pegasii Kingdom and his daughter, Princess Morava." The guard announced, pulling her out of her day dream. Morava whipped her head to look at her father with excitement. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Alpha Alrakis approaching. She bowed to him as he joined them.

Before leaving, she held her chin high, ready to be presented in the throne hall. Her father turned his face towards her. He offered her his arm, and she curled her arm around his. As soon as the heavily crafted doors opened, she entered. They stepped on the red carpet that stretched the entire length of the hall up to the dais where the king sat on his throne.

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