The Alpha King's Witch Bride

Kaelos POV

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I still think there's a mistake somewhere.

There had to be one.

When she first dropped those drinks on us at the Luminari coven's party, the first thought that flashed through my mind was for me to sever her head from her body.

That suit was pretty expensive, and the material needed for it was hard to come by these days, thanks to the war.

However, when my eyes met hers... The world seemed to have stopped in my view.

My wolf had instantly howled 'mate' in my head, urging me to claim her right there at the party in the presence of my delegates and the witches and humans.

But I controlled myself from doing something rash and instead acted calm while I picked her to be my bride.

And now here we were, after the quickly arranged wedding and a dinner that instantly became dramatic with my ex-wife Celine's presence.

Odessa...

She was something refreshingly different, and I didn't know if that was just the mate bond speaking or something more.

"M– Maybe we should stop." She said with a squirm when I brought my hands to her chest while trailing kisses down her neck.

I wish I knew why I was doing this with a witch of all things.

Maybe it was just lust... Or maybe it was just the pull of the mate bond.

But there couldn't be a 'mate bond' between a werewolf and a witch.

That was simply impossible.

Pulling my lips away from her chest, I tilted my head as I gazed into her eyes, my breathing increasing as I watched the way her violet eyes shone

"Do you insist that you can't feel it?" I queried, making sure my voice was firm.

She gulped, her silence telling me that she was unwilling to respond.

I decided to be merciful for a bit, bringing my mouth close to her ears before whispering. "That burning and unexplainable need for me whenever I'm around. A voice whispering in your head, screaming even, telling you to cling to me like your life depends on it."

Her chest rose and fell in an enticing way that made it even harder for me to exercise some self-control.

After years of a passionless marriage with Celine that ended with me divorcing her, finally, someone showed up that made me feel like my body would ignite and then explode from my burning need for her.

But why did it have to be a witch?

What sort of twisted game was this?

"I– I don't know what to say, sir–" Before she could complete that statement, I shook her body against the wall, causing her to gasp.

I brought my face even closer to hers, my gaze going to her lips.

I wanted nothing more than to claim those lips in a steamy kiss over and over again until they bleed.

But once again, I retained self-control and said with a monotonous tone. "I told you not to call me 'sir' again. It irks me."

Her eyelids fluttered rapidly in confusion but she still nodded like an obedient puppy.

Despite that, I could see the rebellion behind her eyes.

That feisty side of her that I saw during dinner was still in there somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to show itself, or for her to get pushed to show it.

She was just being cautious, like everyone else who lingered around me.

"Alright, Kaelos." She said with a soft voice, causing my body to surge with a deep yearning that I just couldn't keep tame anymore.

My little monster under my pants was already reacting, in tune with my wolf's pleas for me to claim her with a mark before fucking her till sunrise.

'Be still, boy.' I shunned him mentally.

I wouldn't let this control me, mate bond or not.

Without any warning, I grabbed Odessa's jaw again, forcing her to look into my eyes again.

"Good. Now, where were we?" I asked with a teasing tone, leaning closer to her.

I claimed her lips in a kiss once again, making sure the intensity left her breathless this time.

She stiffened, her hands going to my chest.

I thought that was a sign that she was enjoying it even more than I was and smirked internally.

I knew she felt something too.

Even though I still didn't understand what was going on, I was willing to push the boundaries of what drew us together.

"Mpmh..." She moaned into my mouth, her hands going up my chest.

The moan sounded forced but I paid no heed to that and instead took it as a sign that she wanted even more.

However, nothing would've prepared me for what happened next.

A slap landed on my face, causing me to pause and withdraw from the kiss, my eyes blinking in shock.

Odessa stared at me with a complicated expression on her face, almost as if she regretted what she had just done.

Well, she had better regret it!

"What the fuck did you just do?" I asked with a cold tone, balling my left hand into a fist while my right hand touched the spot on my face that she'd slapped.

The annoying part was the fact that her hand was so soft, not seeming like it was strong enough to even hurt a fly.

Anyway, Odessa ground her jaw before she spoke. "I– My body language should've told you that I didn't want this. You were forcing yourself on me."

Force?

Did she just call that 'force'?

"Honey, it seems you don't know what forcing you means," I said with a low growl, slowly removing my right hand from my face and placing it on the wall beside her.

She gulped, raising her head to meet my gaze.

Seeing that I had her attention, I continued speaking. "Forcing you would involve something like me gagging your mouth with a cloth, tying you to the bedpost with my belt, and then fucking you until you bleed to death."

My tone was dangerous and it seemed she got the message as her eyes quivered in fear.

But to my surprise, she still had more fierceness in her and ground her jaw before raising her hand.

My eyes widened in surprise.

She wouldn't dare try it again… right?

"You're insane!" She yelled in disgust before another slap landed on my face.

This one actually stung, unlike the last one, but I didn't touch the spot, glaring at her instead as she eyed me with even more disgust.

"Joking around with rape? And to think the top witches of my coven were competing with each other for a monster like yourself. You and that bitchy ex-wife of yours downstairs are all the same brutes and just like the rest of you wolves."

The way she spoke without even a second of pause had me baffled even more than the fact that she slapped me twice.

How was she able to change so much in the blink of an eye?

I stared at her for several seconds silently, my left hand still balled into a fist beside me.

The idea of ripping her tongue out of her head felt oddly soothing, but the stupid feeling deep inside me that swelled from my wolf held me back from doing that.

So instead, I placed my left hand on her jaw, ignoring the way her body jolted with fear under my touch.

"There's a lot you don't know, dear wife. But I'm sure you'll learn soon enough." I whispered into her ears before roughly releasing my grip and then turning my back to her.

I could feel her staring at my back, but I didn't even spare her another glance as I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

Not ending there, I brought out a key and locked the door properly, a solemn expression on my face.

It's time for me to go get some answers.