The Alpha King’s Possession

18. His Apology

MORGANA

My heart thudded as I stared down at him.

Morgana.

The way my name sounded on his tongue… My stomach knotted and my core throbbed, just at that. How could someone I hate so much have this effect on me? I was already weak and being in the blazing sun was only making matters worse. Maybe the heat and light were getting to me.

“I know you want to torture me, but really, unless you want me to collapse due to the sun, then let me go.” I said coldly.

A frown creased those gorgeous thick brows of his. He didn’t say anything, simply turned and pulled me ‘ down the steps.

“Can you stop pulling me! What do you want?” I glared at his back, trying not to notice the way his sky blue top stretched over his muscles…

He stopped suddenly, and I almost stumbled before he pulled me into an alcove, the shade instantly taking away the weight of the sun that was pushing down upon me. I felt relieved, taking a deep breath as I leant against the cool stone. His entire frame was blocking the sun out, and he finally let go of my wrist, instead placing his hand on the wall beside my head.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth last night?”

His question took me by surprise, I just crossed my arms, trying to put some distance between us, my gaze flickering to his plump lips. I looked away, refusing to answer.

“That Omega told me what happened today… Why did you cover for her?” He asked coldly.

I looked up at him sharply. Had she told him or was this a trick?

“I have no idea what you mean, I am a cruel bloodsucker, I don’t have compassion.” I said, glaring at him.

But for once, he didn’t seem phased.

“Oh yeah? Then why did that girl lie? Shall I punish her for that?”

My heart thudded, but still, I was worried.

“Alistair also admitted to it.” He added quietly.

Oh…

“She was scared, so I told her to leave.” I said icily.

“Why care for her, she’s just a beast correct?”

He leaned closer and I wondered did he not know what personal space was? His deep, alluring scent always messed with me, and the urge to taste his blood was filling my head.

woman living her life.” I said, placing my hands on his chest and trying

the Vampire Princess had a heart?” He

was no longer a princess. A familiar sting tugged at

with passion, I love with passion, and I hate with that same passion.

but rather than clamp around my throat as he seemed

side of mine, I pressed my back against the wall behind me, my hands squeezed between our chests. I tried not to pay attention to his

you, my

eyes fluttered shut when his knuckles brushed my neck, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. His hot, minty breath fanned my face, and I knew if I opened my eyes I’d be lost

that, I admit it… Drink.” He

fingers laced into my hair. Tugging me closer, his nose brushed mine, and for a moment I wondered how he’d taste, and I didn’t

Focus Morgana.

was an act of submission. Did he not realise that? He was willingly allowing me to drink from him. I could even try to rip him

hand around the nape of his neck, ignoring the sun’s heat on my fingers. His body pressed against mine as I reached up, extracting my fangs. I bit into his neck, feeling him tense. I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips as I let the deep, rich liquid trickle down my

throb against me, his arms wrapping around

taller, so his manhood was pressed against the ache that only he

removed my hand from his chest, settling

react so well to me? Even when he was kissing Sage, his body was not crushed against hers

Sage.

Alpha Kian Araqiel.

realised I’d had enough. I moved

Let go of me.

blood was pleasurable for both parties, but I had never felt so turned on before and never

wrapped around me, looking down at me, our faces inches apart. His gaze flickered to my lips before he looked sharply into my

last night.” He said quietly, making my eyes

lips after a moment, and

made

eyes narrowed and I was ready for him to lash out, only for him to

make mistakes just like anyone else.” He said coldly. “Or do you think you’re

we actually having a conversation? I was

were created to be one. Something that was

your eyes,

all not to run my hand over the plains and curves of every muscle in

“She-devil there’s a difference,”

to explain

on his handsome face. He looked a thousand times hotter, if that was

one, I’ll let you figure it out,