Alpha Frederick

"alpha Fredrick, Cornwell is here," Ralph says to Fredrick who has his green eyes hooked on the paper he scribbles on. He looks up immediately after Ralph says those words.

"Unharmed?" He inquires with misgiving in his eyes. No wizard can ever go to Santol and come back unharmed. The people's animosity for them was vast.

"Apparently" Ralph nods and Fredrick hastily gets up. He leads the way while Ralph trails from behind.

Cornwell still sits on his horse, not preferring to render the approaching alpha any respect by grazing his feet on the soil. The strong aura of authority that radiates from Frederick as he walks doesn't go unnoticed by Cornwell. Even without anything uttered between the two of them, he can already comprehend who makes a better king and it is Fredrick, not Lucan. Cornwell understands the quality of a king doesn't encompass authority only, but of good heart and Fredrick has both.

"I must say the only difference between you and your brother is the color of your eyes," he comments as Fredrick finally gets to where he is. "The resemblance between the two of you is uncanny"

"You met with my brother?" Frederick asks.

Cornwell shakes his head negatively. "And get beheaded? I can't take that chance. You dogs hate our kind so much. I can even see the look of disgust on your face you try so much to hide"

"Watch your mouth," Fredrick says through gritted teeth. No werewolf likes being addressed as a dog.

"Woah" Cornwell raises his hand dramatically.

"Did anything change in the kingdom?" Frederick asks despite his anger.

"Nothing. Your brother was crown king and oh!" he snaps his hands as he remembers. "Traps"

"What?"Fredrick is taken aback.

"The royal house decided to fill a particular part of the woods with traps to prevent intruders like me from coming in. Well it worked in my favor. That's how I got this horse" he rubs the horse on the head which makes it snort.

"Is that a joke?"

"No, it's not. The royal house thought it would be a perfect idea to install traps. I mean it's way better than finding a solution to the starvation of the kingdom's people isn't it?" he speaks in sarcasm and chuckles, but Frederick doesn't find him humorous.

"When do I get my pay? I'm starting to get bored with your silence"

"The deal was for you to have a word with my brother and you failed"

"And you sent a wizard for that purpose? Come on you are the crowned prince, you should know the rules more. And why can't you speak to your brother yourself?"

"I can't step foot in that kingdom," Fredrick says. Even though he strives to conceal the hurt in his eyes, Cornwell still sees it_ The way he tries to mask everything up with a cold, emotionless stare_

"You dogs and your silly rules"

"Hey!" Ralph who hasn't said anything since snaps at him in anger and he smirks.

"Well since you are so reluctant to pay, I have something that might interest you."He reaches for the bag strapped beside the horse. "I mustn't leave here with no money" he mumble inaudibly as he rummages and finally emerges with the arrow he took from Amaya.

"Here it is. A Silver arrow. Very rare" he grins as he hands it over to alpha Fredrick.

The moment Fredrick takes the arrow in his hand, his wolf's ability to comprehend who has touched an object, kicks in and he gasps, looking at Cornwell in disbelief.

"Where did you get this?" He asks impatiently with furrowed eyebrows.

"I stole it" Cornwell shrugs without showing an atom of remorse.

"From who?"

Cornwell narrows his eyes to remember where he got it and it comes to him. "A lady who was caught by the royal Trap"

"What did she look like?"

"Dressed like a warrior, fierce as a lioness with annoying blue eyes which shot dead glares to my soul. She had blonde hair too" he explains.

Fredrick doesn't need any more description as he already knows who it is. It is Amaya, the girl he has been searching for for years."You didn't help her?"

"I don't see why I should have"

"You what?" Fredrick asks in disbelief. At this point, he feels the need to drag Cornwell down from his horse and point a sword at his chest for what he uttered.

"You don't have to worry yourself about her. The royal is surely going to get her. If she's lucky she becomes a slave, if not, she gets beheaded"

******

Although Amaya doesn't like the idea of her legs being treated by someone other than her, she has no option because Lucan was insistent. The beautiful servant with black hair occasionally looked up at Amaya apologetically with her big blue eyes whenever Amaya winced in pain and it stunned Amaya. She knows even at a dying point, she can't be as submissive as this.

"My lady you are very lucky getting married to the king" she tries to start up a conversation, but Amaya doesn't like where it leads.

"I'm not getting married to Lucan"

"But you are his mate, the whole palace knows that" she gives Amaya a witty smile.

Amaya sighs"Unfortunately"

"I bet you would make a good queen"

Amaya angrily withdraws her leg from the maid's hold. "I am not going to be the queen" she repeats and that gives the young girl the notion to shut her mouth.

While cleaning the wound in the silence Amaya very much prefers, the door to her room opens and from the look on Amaya's face, one can tell she is vexed. Her annoyance exacerbates when she finds out Lucan is the one.

"Lauretta leave us" he orders and the maid hastily gets up. "Leave that," he says to her when he notices how she tries to pack the medication tools away.

The moment the maid leaves, Lucan shuts the door behind him and struts in, but Amaya doesn't spare him any glance. One reason is that she can't stand him and the other reason is, she doesn't want to be trapped by his intensive eyes.

"Amaya" he calls her in his usual husky voice that always finds a way of stirring something in her belle.

"What is it?" she snaps at him, but he smiles at her instead and that annoys her deeply. She doesn't want him to be nice to her.

He walks over to her and crouches in the same position the maid initially stayed. Gently, he places her leg on his lap and begins to clean it the same way the maid did.

A lot of things are distinct from his touch compared to the lady's. His touch feels like fire, steaming from the very leg he holds, up to her body, stimulating her from within. It is so intense that, Amaya feels the need to withdraw her leg, but she doesn't.

He applies an ointment like a professional and finally wraps the injury with a fresh bandage. Amaya thinks the torture is over, but It is just the beginning. He gets up and instead of going for the door he goes behind the chair she seats on and she gulps.

Slowly, he takes her fallen long hair, tucks it behind her hair, and bends his face to her ear. Amaya can't help but quiver at his touch. Her body has never been this sensitive to someone before. His hot breath on her ear grazes her delicate skin before he finally speaks. "Breath Amaya, breath," he advises calmly

Amaya immediately realizes she has been holding her breath since he got to her back and he noticed it. She acts accordingly, letting out a deep exhale.

He doesn't lean away from her, instead, he speaks again. "I can't wait to mark you and make you mine" he speaks in a deep whisper which causes Amaya to melt in reaction.

"I don't think I'll ever let that happen," Amaya says in a not-so-determine voice. Even the vibrance of her voice is gone, surprising her.

He chuckles wickedly. "You don't?" this time he isn't leaning on Amaya. "We shall see" he pats her back lightly and walks to the door. "Let's see what happens when you finally heal," he says to her and she swallows hard.