Alpha Maseno

I watched as Maria walked out of my office with her head bowed. I sighed, pulled out the file I was holding, and stared at it. "I'll give this to her if she agrees to this." I brushed my face with my hands.

For the past one and a half months, I have been at a conference. The last week of the conference I spent in my father's palace, where the elders said they needed to talk to me. I thought it was about kingdom issues, but it was something else.

They all said that they wanted an heir to this kingdom. They have been pestering me about this since I was twenty, because that was the time I took the kingdom from my father.

Anytime they would bring up this conversation, I would dismiss it by saying, I will start thinking about finding my Luna and having kids when I turn twenty-five. I turned twenty-five a week ago, and they didn't hesitate to call me.

I had tried arguing with them, promising them to find me a Luna once I turned thirty, but none of them listened. They have given me until the end of this month. I will have to find a luna, whether fated or chosen, and if not, they will overthrow me and let the military lead the kingdom.

I heaved, wondering where I was going to start. How was I going to tell them that going near women makes me feel nauseous? Yes, I might have been a playboy during my high school days, bedding different girls every night, but I changed.

The thought of having a chick cling to me wasn't sitting well with me. I felt a knot on my lower abdomen anytime I thought of getting one. Looking back on those days, I wonder how I got to be with them.

I sighed, swiveling in my chair, numerous thoughts flooding my head. Someone knocked at the door, jarring me from my half-conscious state of mind.

"Come in," I responded, sitting upright with my eye stuck on my computer screen.

"What's this I am hearing?" I raised my eyes to look at the person who would dare walk into my office and ask a question. What was I expecting, anyway? There was only one person who could do that.

"Sony," I smirked, rising to my feet and going to sit on the sofa. "You never miss something to complain about, do you?" I asked while pouring wine into two different glasses.

"I am not here to drink," he snapped when I offered him one glass of wine. He ended up accepting the glass after I forced it into his hands.

"Well, what are you here for?" I asked him, watching as he crimpled his face as an indication that he was getting into his sour mood.

"Are you saying that you didn't hear what was asked of you when I first came on here?" he inquired, putting the glass back on the table.

I smiled. "Can you at least sit? How are we going to talk if you will be standing?" I asked him instead.

I watched him click in annoyance and run his fingers through his curly brown hair, making some strands fall and cover his eyes. How long had it grown? Before I left for the conference, his hair was still short.

I failed to control the itch on my fingers. I have always wanted to run them through his hair.

"What are you doing, Sen?" He asked, attempting to flee from me when I walked toward him. I grabbed him by his waist and pushed him to sit on the table as I stood between his legs.

"Your hair. It's grown," I responded, leaning on it to smell the coconut scent wafting from it. Gently, I grabbed the strands covering his eyes and pushed them behind his ears.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked him against his ears, making sure my breath fanned his face. I could see goosebumps on his skin as his Adams apple bubbled up and down.

"I...can you at least move away from me? How am I supposed to respond if you are crushing me?" He responded but didn't push away like he always does; the irritation in his voice was long gone as well.

"Are you still angry with me?" I asked instead. The reason I didn't ask him to join me in the conference meeting was because he was angry with me. Because he said that he didn't want to talk to me, I respected his words.

When I walked in, I wasn't planning to talk to him until he wanted me to. When he grabbed my hand, asking me not to hurt Maria, I knew he was no longer angry with me, but still, I wanted to be sure.

"If I tell you, will you get away from me?" He asked.

"Mmh," I nodded, my nose burried in the crook of his neck.

"Well, I am not angry with you. Let go," he said, pushing me away. If it were not that I was prepared because I expected this, I would have landed on my buttocks because of the pressure he put on his hands while pushing me backwards.

"I am glad you are not," I smirked, handing the glass of wine back to him. He stared at it for a while and then accepted it.

"Why do you do this?" He asked while coming down from the table. I signaled for him to come sit next to me on the large couch. I thought he would refuse, but he came.

"What?" I asked, pulling him much closer to me by his waist.

"This," he motioned to my hand, which was holding his waist.

I knitted my brows together. "Can't I?" I asked him.

"Well, other people can, but not us," he said, tearing his gaze from me and looking at his glass.

"Why? You just said other people can do this. If they can, what's wrong with us doing it?" I took the glass from his hands and took a sip from it.

"What the fuck, Sen. We are friends, and friends don't do this."

"But I do it with my friends." I lied to him.

"You do?" He looked shocked. I nodded to assure him.

"What part of my body do you like, Sony?" I asked, causing him to choke because he wasn't expecting this from me.

He looked at my face for a while, and after a silence that seemed like forever, he mumbled, "Your eyes."

"Not bad," I said while titling his head so that he would look at me. I raised my hands and brushed my thumb on his lower lip. I have always wished to do that. His lips were as soft as I imagined them to be. I expected him to slap my hand away or tilt his head to look somewhere else, but he didn't.

"I like your lips more," I said while parting his lips with my thumb.

"Your eyes, Sen," he said, removing my hands from his lips. ''They are glowing, reddish."

"Let them glow. Perhaps they like your lips too." I said while returning my gaze to his lower lip, which was now wet because he had licked it.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" I asked him.

"Play? Game? You can play?" He asked in shock, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"I play, but with my friend and now you. So, do you want to play?" I asked him again.

'It depends," he shrugged. "What type of game?"

"Mmh," I hummed in my thoughts. "What about this one? I kiss the part of your body I like most, and you kiss mine."

"Huh? You want to kiss me?" He was shocked. I didn't respond to him. I pulled him much closer to me, lifting his shirt, and traced my fingers on his lower back. Using my free hand, I rubbed on his lower lip before claiming them for a deep, long kiss.

"Your turn now," I whispered, my voice raspy with desires. His chest heaved up and down as he struggled to catch his breath and bit his lower lip.

"Sen," he called, and I hummed, "people will talk if they see us."

"Then we won't let them see us," I murmered while leaning in and claiming his lips once again. I pushed him slightly so that he could lie on the sofa as I crawled above him. I ran my fingers underneath his shirt and pulled it upward after unbuttoning the first two buttons.

I caressed his waist, played with his navel, and traced them upwards to his abs. He moaned in my mouth, giving me the go-ahead. Reaching his hardened left nipple, I pinched it while biting his lower lip.

He ached his back upward, wanting more. I felt his bulge on my thighs. Letting go of his lips, I licked his neck and trailed my tongue upwards to suck his ears.

"Sen, someone will see us," he whispered, his breath rising and falling. I captured his lips to silence him while trailing my fingers downward to his waist. I squeezed his bulge through his trousers, and he whimpered. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head downward toward his throbbing and hardened nipples.

I sucked on his right nipple while my hands fumbled with his belt. I unzipped his pants, feeling the pre-cum that had wetted his underwear.

"Wait," he grabbed my hand when I made to push my hands underneath his underwear.

"What?" I let go of him, looking into his eyes, wondering if he was having a change of heart.

"What about Maria?" He asked, swinging his legs off the couch and buttoning his shirt.

"What of Maria?" I asked him, trying to get closer to him, but he stood, tightened his belt around his waist, and walked to the window.

"You want to have a kid with her?" He never turned to look at me but focused his gaze outside.

"Yes, but it's..."

"Then why are you doing this to me?" He turned to face me. "Just drop the act that this is a game and that you do it with your friends. I am not a kid, Sen; I know this is not a game, and I know friends don't do this. You have been flirting with me since the day I walked into this office to interview as your beta."

"Just let me talk, okay?" I grabbed his arm, leading him back to the sofa.

"If you think I love Maria and that's why I want a kid with her, then you are wrong." I told him.

He scoffed. "Since when did you start lying? I mean, people want to have kids with the people they love. It's the symbol of their love, Sen."

"But I don't love her, okay? The elders want an heir, and if I don't find one by the end of this month, they'll let the military take over the pack. You know how much this kingdom means to me, Sony. I am the one who brought it to this level, and I can't let anyone take over it."

You, of all people, know that when my granddad was the alpha, this pack had only a hundred people. My dad managed to bring them to a thousand, but after we took over, they rose to a million. It's no longer a pack, but a kingdom. It means everything to me, Sony. And if it means having a kid will make me keep this kingdom, then fuck yes, I'll look for the heir." I ran my fingers through my hair.

Sony looked at me for a while and started walking out of the office.

"Sony, wait.." I ran to him and grabbed his wrist to hold him back.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"To my office, of course; where else?" He asked back.

"You didn't say anything even after I said all that." I looked down at him.

"Is there anything I am supposed to say?" He removed my hands from his. He turned his back on me and then turned to ask, "What are we?"

"I-.." I stammered for the first time in my life. "I don't know, but I can be anything you want me to be." I admitted.

"What if it's something you can't be?" He inquired.

"I can be anything you want; just say it." I grabbed his hand again to make him believe how serious I was.

"Let's start from here, Sen." He walked to the couch, and I followed him. "What do you want?" He asked me.

"All my life, all I have ever wanted was to bring this pack to greater heights. To a level that no one can reach even after tiptoeing. And now that I have fulfilled what I want," I paused, having a battle with my inner self, wondering if I should admit what I have wanted to say since six years ago: "I want you."