THE CEO ALPHA KING
Chapter 11: Lonely
Writer’s POV
A few minutes later, Grandma Felicia was standing before the king in his large sitting room.
Both of his guests must have left because the room was empty, save for the Alpha King, who sat still on his large chair and appeared to be in deep thought.
“My lord. Your Highness.” Grandma Felicia bowed, showing submission to him. At first glance, the scene looked wrong. An older woman was bowing to someone who was old enough to be her son.
But they all knew the king was far older than anyone else. He had lived for years and could be ten times older than the woman.
He looked like he was still in his 30s, but he was, in fact, more than a century old. It’s just like they say: looks can be deceiving.
Snapping out of his thoughts he lifted his eyes to Grandma Felicia, who was kneeling before him. He could perceive Isaac’s fears blasting through the walls from the other side of the room.
“Rise Felicia.”
“What is it?” He asked, staring suspiciously at her as she shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.
“Um, your new slave. She doesn’t know your rules very well, and she has committed a grave sin. Please let her go so I can teach her, and she won’t make that mistake again.” She pleaded, looking up at the Alpha King.
A dark smile, almost unnoticeable, curled up his lips.
“You have been one of my people for years, Felicia. I’ve known you for so long, and you also know me.” He started. “I’m glad you know me, and you know I won’t release her to you. All I can assure you right now is that that little wolf is fine.” He finished, keeping his dark gaze on the older woman.
“I know that, my Lord. And… I’ll take my leave now.” She gulped, wanting to say more but scared of how he would react. She turned and started leaving the sitting room.
Right in front of the door, the king’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“I’ll release her to you soon.”
A small smile touched her lips, and she left the room.
She knew the king too well. And just like any other man in power, challenging him or pleading with him would only anger him more. She knew this, and that was the only reason she lasted in the castle longer than anyone else.
She had seen a lot of servants fall. She had seen slaves murder each other in a fight for the king. She had seen slaves take their own lives too, and yet she lasted; she stayed, overcoming every fear and following every command.
She knew better than to disobey the king. She knew and memorized his rules every day and night. She never questioned his judgment, and after years of that, they grew closer than any other servant who had served him.
She had served him with all her heart. She will remain by his side and she will see his redemption. It was starting; she could feel it in her heart, and she was eager to see the result.
Happiness filled her heart at the thought; the whole plan was working perfectly. Just like the moon goddess wanted, exactly how she had predicted it.
“Grandma!” Isaac called, walking briskly towards her, sweat covering his forehead in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, dear. I’ve seen it, the king doesn’t have intentions of punishing that child further. You’ll be shocked at the result of everything.” Grandma Felicia assured him, tapping his shoulders to calm him.
But her words didn’t make Isaac feel any better than he was. He was worried, and there was little to nothing he could do. He sighed.
“Once she is out, I’ll ask her to follow me to the pack’s hospital. I need her blood, or anything else, for a DNA test. I need to know. I need to be sure.” Isaac said.
Grandma Felicia stopped and turned to look at him once they were outside the king’s castle.
“If you are too eager to find out if she is really the one you have been looking for, then go into her room; you can find her hair or something. Just look for her comb, use it, and find out what you want to find out.” The older woman advised.
Isaac’s eyes widened in realization. “Yes. Yes. That’s right, but don’t you think I also need her permission to go through her things?” He asked.
“Do you? I suggest you do all these things secretly. It’ll be less painful for her if the results come out negative and she doesn’t know a damn thing about it. I know you will be able to handle the pain, but that child might cry over it for days. You have been kind to her, so she’ll really feel bad about it.” Grandma Felicia advised as they continued walking.
Isaac nodded in response, kissing her on the cheeks and shouting a “thank you” before running off to Serena’s room.
A smile graced her face as she watched him run off. Silly child.
*****
As soon as Serena stopped hearing the footsteps and sounds of the supposed spirit of the king’s formal slave, she breathed out a sigh of relief.
She also realized that the room wasn’t as dark as it was anymore. A few minutes ago, she couldn’t see a thing, even her werewolf vision. But now she could see the outline of the bed and a few other things.
She didn’t know what caused the sudden change but she was glad. The room became quiet, and when she thought that things were finally back to normal, a sudden wave of loneliness hit her. But why? She should be happy that the spirit was not disturbing her anymore. Why caused this?
Loneliness had always been a part of her since she was born. Her sister never cared about her nor did her stepfather. And since she never got a chance to meet her real father, she had no idea what a father’s love was. What true happiness was?
Memories of the past-her sad, lonely life-flashed through her mind. She couldn’t forget one in particular. It was her high school graduation, and no one came. She remembered every other student with their proud parents beside them, taking pictures, but there was no one by her side.
Then she decided not to attend college, and no one talked her out of it because no one cared. And though Kate was the only sister she had- her only true blood relative-she loved her. Despite her horrible treatment of her.
And even though it was dumb and unrealistic, she hoped that maybe one day Kate would realize her ways and start caring about her.
But she was wrong. That hope was lost.
Kate hadn’t called her since she arrived at the king’s castle. She hadn’t checked up on her once to know if she was alive or dead.
Maybe she really meant what she had said-that she would be no sister to a slave. Maybe she has truly forgotten me. Serena thought sadly.
Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks before hitting the cold floor.
Crying had always been part of who she was; it seemed like she had temporarily forgotten how to cry since she got to the king’s castle. Or maybe it was because of Isaac who had always kept her calm and happy.
“I wish I had a big brother like him.” She thought out loudly. If wishes were horses though. I know it’s impossible, a sad sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head on her knees.
***
Isaac ran into Serena’s room and started going through her things. He found a brush lying on her bed that had her hair, letting out a small smile, he took out a small white bag from his pocket and inserted the hairs from the brush into the bag before carefully dropping the brush.
As he rushed out of the mini-mansion, he bumped into his friend Kendrick at the door. Kendrick staggered a little before looking up at Isaac with confused eyes.
“Hey, man. Where are you rushing to?”
“I’m so sorry, but I have to go. If things turn out well, you’ll be the first to know.” Isaac replied to him without waiting for him to utter another word. He ran to the Jeep, the one he uses for grocery shopping.
As he drove out of the estate, the guards on duty asked him a lot of questions, and he did a lot of talking and convincing before he was finally let out.
Soon, he was finally out of the king’s castle and the estate. He drove to the nearest pack’s hospital. Upon arrival, he jumped down from the Jeep and locked it before walking into the hospital to seek a doctor.
He found a nurse at the entrance who quickly directed him to one.
A few minutes later, he returned to the Jeep, nervous and anxious about the whole thing, the result could be out in two days.
His palm grew sweaty against the steering. His heart thumped unsteadily in his chest, and butterflies flew around his stomach as he drove back to the castle.
He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t want to be too sure, but at the same time, he was a little too sure.
When he reached the estate, a guard stopped him, inquiring once more about his movements.
“I’ll rest in my room now. I was just feeling a little sick.” He lied smoothly before driving off.
***
“Father, what happened? Speak to me.” Martins demanded, staring anxiously at his father, who sat calmly on his chair, an unlit cigarette between his lips.
“The king. It’s the king, I think I’ve got a weapon that I can use against him. I’ve been waiting for one, and I’ve finally gotten it.” Martin’s father replied to him, a smirk widening his features.
“Okay then. That’s good news; then why do you look so displeased, and what’s the weapon anyway?” Martins hurriedly asked.
“It’s a girl. His slave. His only slave, the one you got her number.” His father revealed and Martin’s eyebrows furrowed in grimace.
“Serena? How can Serena be a weapon, father?” Martins questioned, pushing himself off the desk to pace around the room.
“I have seen it. There is one thing about that little girl: there is something in her that he wants. He needs her, but first, he needs her to be very loyal to him. I just have to find out what he needs from her. I have to use it against him, and you are going to play a big role in making that happen.” Martin’s father explained, throwing the cigarette against his desk before standing up.
“Um, things are still not making sense to me here, Father. That Serena girl has absolutely nothing that will attract the king to her. I saw it; the first time they met, I was there, remember? She bumped into him, spilled coffee on him, and he went mad. It was Adam who kept him at bay because of the human workers and guests present that day.” Martins explained as he stopped pacing to glare at his father, who was paying him no attention as he was deep in thought.
“You don’t understand, son, and neither do I. There is something-a bond between them-that even the king doesn’t know about.” The older man muttered after a while.
“They need to get closer for me to use her. Finally, after all these years, the king’s weakness shows up. Finally, I’ll have a way to destroy that arrogant king, and I’ll take over his throne, his estate, and his lands. Everything he owns would be mine.” Martin’s father said, smiling deviously and clenching his fists beside him.
“And you, my son, are going to be a prince who will take after me. I’ll be recorded as the most powerful king ever.”
“I’m not an Alpha, Dad. I don’t think I can.” Martins started to say, but his father cut him off.
“You can! You will. I will make sure of it, and I will eliminate every obstacle and everyone who stands against us. Against you.” His father vowed, and Martins smiled, squaring his shoulders proudly.
“Thank you for that. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. You are my son, and our generations will continue with you. Your mother ought to be proud of us, Martins. Start making more preparations; the fall of the great king is near. We just need a little bit of patience, and everything will eventually fall into place.”
“But, father, you haven’t answered my other question. Why do you look so worried and displeased?” Martins asked again, looking closely at his father, whose smile fell.
“Because it’s not going to be easy. To achieve this, a lot of my men will have to die. The king is very smart. But I just have to outsmart him, beat him at his own game, and this war will turn out in our favor.” Martin’s father started walking over to his desk to meet his son.
“Today I saw it; the way he looked at me made me feel like he knew all of our plans. I almost lost it when he fixed his hard, cold gaze on me.”
“So, does that really mean he has unknown powers?” Martins asked, worry flashing over his features.
“I don’t know. I don’t believe it. It’s just his strong aura that makes wolves around him tremble and nothing more.” His father explained.
Martins sighed.
“Okay, I think I need to carry out my own part of the plan now. I need to call or at least text Serena to make her think I’m interested in her or something.” Martins shook his head, snatching the cigarette from his father’s desk before leaving the room.
When he reached outside the house, he lit up his cigarette and dragged a cloud of smoke before dialing Serena’s number.
“Hello,” she picked up the third ring.