Protect Me Alpha King

27. A Rendezvous in the Watchtower

Another step would take, but then, this time, I heard Nora's monologue.

"Your Majesty, you're so good at this!" Nora exclaimed, her breathing labored. "More! More!" she

chanted. "I fucking waited for this, Your Majesty. For you to fuck me. More!"

Nora was screaming in ecstasy as the alpha king continued to pound at her flesh.

"Your Majesty! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

My steps faltered as I craned my neck forward, and looked at the alpha king's chamber as if I had a

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The burning pain continued as if it was ripping my soul apart. What the fuck was happening to me?

Don't stop. Go on! I screamed internally but my feet wouldn't cooperate. I did not call it mere curiosity,

but stupidity. How could someone eavesdrop on two individuals having sex?

That was not my doing back at the pack house.

"Don't stop, Your Majesty! Oh, god. I will die if you stop. Fuck me hard, Your Majesty. Don't ever stop!

Yes! Yes!"

Images of what they were doing flashed in my mind. The alpha king was right in front of Nora's

entrance, pounding his hardened shaft at her, his sweat rolling down his chin. His brows furrowed in

concentration as he continued pumping. Nora fists on the sheets, and her eyes roll backward because

of the intense pleasure. Her entrance was slippery and wet.

"I'm coming, Your Majesty. Don't stop, please," Nora cried.

She shrieked and giggled suddenly. I did not know if I would laugh with her.

I drew a couple of breaths trying to control my emotions.

I have nothing to do with Alpha King Maxxwell's extracurricular activities in bed.

Stop hurting yourself anymore, I said in my mind.

Hurting? Why would I be hurting as I listened to them? It was not like I loved him.

Pulling myself together and slapping both of my cheeks to awaken me from this madness, I took a step

forward.

The moans were getting louder as I scampered away from the alpha king's chamber, teasing me, and

inviting me to listen again.

"Fuuccccck!" Nora squealed. And stillness followed.

I strode faster as if someone was chasing me.

Lesson learned. Never ever dare to eavesdrop when the alpha king and his woman were having sex.

I pounded my chest, to pacify my aching heart. Strange. Why did I feel like this? It felt like we were

mates when in fact we weren't right.

Damn it.

Having a wolf with me would be handy. If only I was blessed with a wolf, then, she would tell me if the

alpha king was my mate or not.

It has been confusing on my part why I suddenly felt like this. During the Mating Ceremony, I found

Alpha Erik was my mate because of his strong flowery scent which wasn't always the case whenever

we met along the hallway of the packhouse whenever I was doing my rounds. It only changed during

the ceremony.

And the alpha king...

He always smelt like sandalwood, and I loved it to the point that I would secretly sniff him. And if he

was my mate, the alpha king would not be cruel enough to pretend we weren't, right?

"But what if we are?" I mumbled to myself.

What if just like Alpha Erik, he did not want me as his?

I shook my head and laughed at my thoughts. The alpha king? My mate? Unbelievable. Yes. I got it

that I wanted to gain his favor. To gain his power, but not to the point of having him as my mate. I was

already fed up with alphas who rejected me because of my status as an omega and a servant. I wanted

nothing more with them.

After a few minutes of strolling in whatever direction, I was able to step out of the building. The palace

was situated higher up the hill. This had a better defensive advantage against the enemies.

The first thing I saw was a watchtower and made my way to the place. The urge to see the overlooking

the place made me persistent despite the distance of it.

Palace guards, on high alert, were patrolling in every direction, making sure that no enemy would

infiltrate again. But I was certain Nobody and his group would come back if they were alive. And if not,

another ruler will rise among them and will challenge the peacefulness of the kingdom.

Sweat already coated my forehead when I reached the tower house and froze when I saw someone,

casually reading a book using the candle beside him.

The prince. Elijah.

Damn it.

I thought it would be the guard watching over this tower. Why did he come here?

Not wanting to bother him, I turned around, and took a step, when he said, "Servant. Why are you

here? Did the alpha king ask for my presence? Or an update?"

Damn it. He was sharp as a blade of a knife.

I drew a couple of breaths and turned around with a fake smile on my face.

"No, no, Sir Elijah. I'm only here to get some fresh air. And if you forget my name, it's River. Sorry for

disturbing you. I thought no one was there. I'll come back when you are done."

"You can stay, River," he said using his deep voice. Gone was his usual cheerful aura and replaced by

a tired one. The fight earlier must have taken a toll on his body. "I'm only here reading. I cannot sleep."

"Reading? Can you even see the words properly?" I asked.

He glanced at his book and closed it. The front cover was that of a woman and a man facing each

other with a sick expression of being in love with each. There were words written on it— the title and

the author's name but I couldn't read it. Not because I did not want to, but because I did not know how.

The expression on my face became sour. Never fond of love after my rejection. They were only for

mates who accepted each other regardless of their status in the pack.

"Yes, I can read perfectly well. That's not a problem for us werewolves."

It's a problem for me, I wanted to add but kept my mouth shut.

He set aside the book, put it on the table, and motioned for me to sit on the vacant seat beside him.

"I never thought watchtowers would look like this. This feels like a living room, Sir Elijah."

He massaged his neck. "There's no chair and table in this tower, but I asked the watchmen to bring me

some when I want to spend the night here."

"Really?"

My eyes darted to his slumped shoulders and stressed muscles. I felt sorry for him and before I could

stop myself, I said, "Do you want me to massage you, Sir Elijah?"

His expression softened. "Elijah is fine, River. Do you know how to massage?"

"Yes, Elijah," I answered, making my voice extra cheerful. "I became a professional back in my pack."

They kept on ordering me to massage them after a tiring day and I had no choice but to follow them or

else they would hurt me.

"If that's okay with you, River. I would be grateful."

Without saying anything, he pulled off his upper shirt and went naked.

I gulped, feeling my cheeks go scarlet as I stared at his bare back.

So trustful.

"If I am an assassin, you would be dead by now, Elijah for being trustful."

"You will have a hard time killing me, River," he joked back.

I was taken aback by his reply. I was expecting that he would be annoyed, but he wasn't.

"Do you have oil, lotion, or cocoa butter?"

"What?"

He glanced at me. "Are you okay? If you aren't we can continue this—"

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Elijah. I have it here in my pocket. Out of habit, I always bring it with me."

I fished out a tiny bottle that had a rose on the lid, uncapped it, poured a small amount into my palms,

and started moving my hands at his lower back. Then, I moved my hands upward on both sides of the

spine all the way to his shoulders.

Elijah moaned. "You're so good at this, River."

My cheeks flamed up and I was reminded of Nora and the alpha king's midnight activities. The same

words.

Forget it, River. You're in the presence of one of the Council members.

I made a circular motion as I moved my hands upward, pressing my thumbs firmly while making circles.

"If you want to get a massage, you can call me, Elijah. Sometimes, I don't have anything to do and only

wait for the alpha king's orders."

I moved my hands across his shoulders, used less pressure, and started moving down his upper arms.

As I expected, it was full of muscles.

"Do you want more or less pressure, Elijah?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes," he chanted, throatily.

I stopped mid-air and was reminded again of Nora. Damn it. If only Elijah would use other words other

than Nora's.

. chuckled nervously. "What do you mean, Elijah?"

He grunted. "I want it hard, River."

Why did it appeal differently in my mind?