The Alpha King’s Possession

67. A Queen
MORGANA
It took us two nights to reach the Sanguine Empire and infiltrate the border patrol, making our way through to the palace
undetected. I knew all the ins and outs of this place, it had not been hard at all.
We were now in my old bedroom. To my surprise, it was well dusted and kept clean, yet there was no one using it and neither
had my things been removed...
“It’s strange.” I whispered, looking around my room, the nostalgic memories of me spending time in this room returning
strongly...
Oh, how it felt like decades ago...
“What is?” Kian said, staring at my wall of weapons. “This wall is impressive.”
“Thanks, I selected that dagger to kill you with from here.” I smirked, my smile fading when I realised it had been placed back on
the wall where it belonged.
Weird... My brother had wanted me gone, I’m surprised he didn’t burn everything I ever owned, so why was this room kept like
this?
My heart skipped a beat when I realised who must have kept it. Uncle.
“What’s strange, my beautiful blood rose?” Kian murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I pressed myself against him, feeling his package against my ass. Was it wrong that I wanted him all over again? His lips met my
neck and I shivered in pleasure. “That this room is exactly like I left it.” I said softly, sighing at his touch.
Kian’s hand ran up my waist, his fingers brushing my breast and my stomach fluttered, sending that throbbing need to my core.
“Perhaps someone here cares. Your uncle tried to plead for your life after all back then...”
“Hmm... That’s true...” I moaned as his hand travelled down my stomach and massaged me between my legs. Despite the fact
that I was wearing pants, I still felt myself ache in need of him. “Fuck Kian...”

He chuckled sexily, moving away.
“As much as I want to fuck you... We need to get moving.” He said, smirking slightly.
I cocked a brow, looking him over.
“I expect you to make this up to me... Or I’m sure Thanatos will do it for you.” I said, although I don’t think I could handle
Thanatos until after the war, he was exhausting in a very good
way. I achieved what I wanted, seeing Kian frown, much to my satisfaction.
“Love you, Thanatos.” I said in a sing-song voice, Kian’s eyes flashed as he struggled to come out, but Kian won this round,
pushing him back, his eyes returning to hazel.
“I’ll be the one to make it up to you.” He growled, yanking me into his arms, roughly just the way I liked it. My chest hit his and my
breathing became heavy, as I bit my lip.
“Good.” I said, running my finger over his lips.
He bit onto it, sucking it gently, and I felt him throb against me.
“You’re a tease.” He growled.
“I am, yet you love it.” I said, reaching down and cupping his package.
Satisfied when he bit back a groan.
“That I fucking do.” He said before he moved back forcefully. “I’ll stay hidden. You go, pretend you came alone... Get a scope of
what’s going through his mind and then we shall see what to do next... but are you sure you want to go alone?”
“I’m sure, it’s better this way. I know Azrael, he’ll just get aggressive if you come in like this.” I said, kissing his lips before I
walked to my door. Time to face him... Kian would not be mentioned at all, if things went as planned no one would even know he
was here in the palace, that might just trigger this war off even more...
I stayed hidden, making my way towards Azrael’s office. He would usually be there at this time. I just hoped he was not
entertaining another random woman. I wrinkled my nose, remembering his lewd behaviour, glancing at the man who was
standing guard at his door.

I quickly hid behind a pillar as two servant ladies walked by.
“The little prince is so cute.”
“He is... What a fine young king he will be...” Their voices faded away, leaving my heart feeling a little excited.
A prince? Anastasia gave birth! I was an aunt!
The urge to forget everything and go see the baby almost took over, but I pouted and looked back towards the office door. I had
to do this first... Stupid Azrael... I didn’t want to see his ugly face, I’d rather see my nephews...
He really did have too much confidence in his security... But I knew the exact locations of the guards... I guess that’s why it is so
easy to get past them... Focusing on a gold jewelled vase that stood down the hall, I raised my hand and pushed it over with a
blast of power, sending it toppling to the ground with a loud crash.
I flinched at how loud that was. As predicted, the guard outside Azrael’s office door rushed to check, and I quickly rushed to the
door, slipping inside and shutting the door ever so silently
behind me. I let out a small breath of relief silently, turning and looking around the huge office. I could hear Azrael muttering to
himself, and it was clear he was alone, no women, perfect
I walked silently through the large arch and towards where I could hear him. The familiar sight of my brother’s frowning face
came into view. His hair was slightly longer, his displeasure clear as day as he paced in front of his desk, running his fingers
through his hair, which was surprisingly missing the crown that he wore so proudly.
The tables were covered with maps and so was the floor... I frowned. Why did he look almost concerned?
“That... fool...” He grumbled, pouring himself a glass of blood, splashing it over the maps.
Smiling slyly, I snuck up on him, leaning in towards his ear.
“Boo.” I whispered.
“Aaah!” He screamed, dropping his glass as he jumped away from me, raising his hand to attack.
I burst out laughing, stepping away from his reach.

“Missed me, dear brother?” I asked mockingly, staring at Azrael, who looked like he had just seen a ghost.
He placed a hand to his heart, looking me over.
“Morgana... Is it really you?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, stepping closer and to my surprise, cupping my face with one hand.
“You’re real...” He let go of me as if I was dirt and wiped his hand on his pants.
I in turn, wiped my cheek. God knows where his hands have been “Of course I am real. Yet you’re acting weird.” I said, stepping
back.
“Obviously... I mean... How, how are you here?” He asked suspiciously.
“I have my ways, but care to tell me why you broke the peace treaty? When you yourself gave me away for the sake of it?” I
asked, frowning coldly.
He scoffed,
“Me? It is they who turned their back on me. Clearly, you gave him such a hard time that he didn’t think it was worth holding up
the bargain! Couldn’t you have done that much for your people and spread your legs for him like the good little whore that you
are?” Azrael scoffed.
There’s the idiot I knew. I crossed my arms, glaring at him venomously.
“I am no whore... Are you really blaming me for your own faults?! Ki- Alpha Kian sent you a treaty to even consider trade with
this kingdom, but-”
“And you believed him? He did nothing of the sort.” Azrael replied with contempt. “I’m still concerned about how you got in here.
Was it uncle who allowed you in?”
“I snuck in; your security is not absolute.” I spat.
“Well, you are no longer welcome here. You could not even protect your people and now you come back for shelter? So did the
king no longer want you? Did he grow bored, perhaps? Did h e kick you out? Whatever the reason, you are no longer part of this
kingdom!” He said turning his back to me.
“Do not turn your back on me, Azrael! I have come to offer you the hand of friendship with Clair De Lune, one final time, for your
people consider it and withhold from this war.”

He scoffed resentfully, turning his head towards me.
“And what are you? The Alpha King’s little messenger?” He spat, looking at me as if I was lower than the dirt beneath his feet.
I raised my eyebrow, grabbing hold of the collar of my cloak and shirt, pulling it down.
“No, I am the Alpha King’s fated mate and the Queen of Clair De Lune.” I said, my voice strong and powerful. My eyes blazed as
I stared him down, baring my neck to him, to allow Azrael to see the mark of the Alpha King upon my neck. “You are speaking to
a queen, so if I were you, I’d show some respect.” 3