KING ELIJAH

The palace comes in view and a bridge awaits, the light brown stone that goes over the river, one current and filled with fishes. I looked down to the crystal clear water as we crossed. I have never been this happy to be back on the palace ground.

The car parked directly at the castle gate and we both came out. We walked into the palace with two maids behind us, holding our bags. Elijah stopped and looked at me.

“I have a meeting and it would take me a couple of hours before it’s over”  He muttered, pointing with his thumb finger behind him at the large door. With my heightened sense, I listened closely and I could hear the voices of people, Alphas chatting among themselves behind the closed door.

“Okay,” I said and Elijah quickly swooped in for a quick kiss. I smiled at him then bit my lips gently as he gave me a smirk.

“See you soon” He mumbled softly, “Also, you should hide the mark” Elijah added as he glanced to my wrist.

I drew the sleeve of my shirt to cover it up and then watched as the guards opened the door and he walked into the meeting room. My heart skipped, not in a good way as I made eye contact with Andrew-my ex-mate who was seated with other Alphas in the room.

I quickly made my way through the hall trying to get to my room but halt when I perceived the delicious smell of food and my stomach grumbled. I followed the smell with nose, trying to get to the source until I found a door. The first thing I thought while looking at the door was are all the doors in the palace this large?.

I shrugged and pushed the door open, revealing a beautiful kitchen, everything in the kitchen was modern, and for the first time, this is the only place that doesn’t look like it was built centuries ago.

I gently walk into the kitchen and close the door behind me. The delicious smell that made my stomach grumbled surrounded me and I inhale, almost tasting the food in my mouth by it’s smell.

I looked around the kitchen but found it empty as I moved towards a soup that was cooking on the stove. I looked around again, but this time called out.

“Hello?” I called out in the large kitchen and I got no response.

I didn’t know if I should wait for whoever is cooking but god, I was so hungry.

Moving towards to cabinet, I took a plate and a spoon ready to pour some for myself.

“Stop!” Someone yelled, and I held the plate to my chest and then turned in fright to see a spoon pointed at me. I held my breath and looked at the spoon that was so close to my nose.

I gulped as I looked at the person pointing the spoon at me. I was a chubby man, with a handlebar mustache and a chief cap on. He kind of remains me of the fake Italian chief from a K-drama movie i watched a couple of months ago.. What was it again? Ah, Yes, Vincenzo.

Shaking my head at that thought, I watch the man being down the spoon and drop it on the counter.

“What were you trying to do?” He asked, folding his hand and I cleared my throat to answer but he cut me off “That,” He said pointing to the soup on the pot, “is for the Alphas”

“I was just hungry” I told him pouting my lips and he sighed.

“You should have called me” He muttered taking the plate and spoon from my hand and dished it himself for me.

I salivate as he placed the food on the counter, and I immediately dug in not minding him watching me eat.

“Do I know you?” The chief asked, titling his head sideways and stroking one side of his mustache. I must say, it does fit him.

“Celeste” I mumbled after gulping down a spoon of soup. His eyes widen and he ducked his head in a bow.

“M’lad-y” He spluttered, his voice quivering in fright.

You do not disrespect the guest of the King unless you have a death wish.

“Please, none of that.” I insisted, pushing the bowl away from me.

He smiled at me, his eyes wrinkling at the side. “The King-” “would have your head” I recited, remembering what Ruth had also said then.

We both gazed at each other for a second before busting into laughter. I wiped my eyes as a tear slipped from laughing so hard.

****

I had come to learn the chiefs name, Nicolas. He moved from Italy with his two sons after the King tasted one of his dishes and loved it. His wife had passed away from cancer five years ago.

“And my first son, Martin just found his mate. Isn’t that wonderful?” Nicolas asked and I nodded while smiling.

I fished out my phone from my pocket and checked the time. My eyes widen when I saw that it was already past seven pm.

“I guess it’s time for me to go Nicolas” I told the old man, pouting as I got to my feet.

“Okay Amor, make sure you come again soon” Nicolas muttered giving me a pat at on the back.

As I exited the Kitchen and walked down the hall, I noticed that there was no guard, how odd.

I heard a noise behind me and I turned around to check it but found the hall empty.

Turning down another hall, I screeched as a rough hand covers my mouth and pushed me to the wall.

I looked up to my captivator, only to see the face of Andrew.

“What the hell are you doing?” I sneered, my words muffled as his hand was still on my mouth.

“I have you all to myself now” He mumbled, pressing his body against mine.

I tried screaming but my words would not even echo in the silent hall. His other hand landed on my stomach, pushing the dark fabric I was wearing away. I realized what he was trying to do and started kicking and pushing him but he wouldn’t bulge.

His hand left my mouth and I screamed the first word that came to me. “Elijah!”

Andrew hissed and quickly placed his hand back on my lips, looking left and right to see if anyone was coming.

HW chuckled darkly after a minute and then looked at me. “No one is coming, they all left” He said.

Tears streamed down my face as I pushed harder trying to free myself from this monster.

“Now it’s just you… And me” He added them kissed me. I pressed my lips together, not granting him the access he wants and he grumbled. He used his other hand to press my breast painfully and I cry out. He used the opportunity to thrust his tongue in my mouth groaned.

While he was distracted, I raised my knee and hit him where the sun doesn’t shine.

“Shit” he cussed as he cups his penis and whimpered in pain. I pushed him away from me and tried running but he grabbed my leg making fall to the ground.

I hissed in pain from the fall but that was the least of my concern as it would heal. I turned on my back and kicked him until he lets go of my foot.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I scurried through the hall with Andrew behind me, cursing at me like a Maniac.

Running down another hall, I cursed as it was a dead end. I looked behind me to see Andrew, panting as he gained on me.

There was nothing I could use to protect myself and I ready myself for the worst. “Stupid bitch” He sneered holding my neck and cutting my airway, Silva flying out of his mouth.

I tried kneeing him again but he blocked it. “Not happening again” He said.

I gripped my ass in his hand and then kiss me, pushing me to the way. “Your ass is so soft” He mumbled as his lips came on my jaw. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing this would all go away.

Andrews body left mine as he was thrown to the floor, Elijah sat on him as he threw punches upon punches at Andrews face which he blocked poorly.

Guards and Alphas of different packs all came, whizzing through the hall and watching as their King beats an Alpha. A few tried stopping him but the glare sent to their directions made them stop.

I couldn’t do anything, I just stood my body frozen as I watches the scene. Elijah got off him, blood dripping down his hand as he looked the man who weakly got to his feet.

Andrew wiped the blood that poured out of his nose, he licked his lips aa he looked at The king in a mocking way.

In a flash, Elijah drew out a sword from one of the guards and swing it in Andrews direction. It was like watching a movie in slow motion as Andrew held his neck, trying to keep his head from falling as blood gushed out of his lips.

His head rolled on the floor and his lifeless eyes stare at mine. My heart was beating so fast in my chest and my whole body shook. I looked at Elijah as he held the sword with the blood of my mate on it.

I guess Elijah wasn’t joking when he said he would have his head. All that is left is the spike.