The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 64

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 64 by desirenovel

Aero

Earlier this morning, I woke up finding Serena absent on my bed, and her scent faint around my room.

Partly, I was disappointed. I would have loved to put her underneath me again, make her scream and

cum and cum some more. However, I expected this would happen after I told her about the planned

snow moon ball.

Once I got out of bed, bathed, and changed into new clothes, I was tempted to visit her inside the

grand hall, but I chose to stop myself. I wanted to be surprised by whatever she had cooked up for the

party. I wanted to see just how much she could create with unlimited magical resources, and partly, I

wanted to test her subconscious thoughts, see if she had any buried memories of being in Ehnrelil if

truly she was a being from that realm.

I felt bad honestly doing this, even more so when I gave her the bracelet, but I was getting desperate. I

needed answers and the bracelet Nevannir gave would somehow show me some form of answer.

Informed by Chris that the queen took her late lunch inside her chamber, I quickly left my study and

visited her. Again, disappointment welcomed me when she was with her maids, already preparing for

the ball.

Patience, my conscience advised. You will have your time later at the party.

I left her room with my desire flaming like the bright noon sun. I was aware she sensed it and I was

aware she was undergoing the same, so yes, I was indeed looking forward to tonight. Day by day, the

snow moon’s effect had made me horny than I had ever been and I was thinking it had something to do

with her presence and our bond. In the past snow moons, I had always sulked inside my room, pretty

much satisfied with wanking myself dry. Now, with Serena around, it was an entirely different ball game.

Hours later, I stepped out of my chamber in my best royal ensemble: all black tux, leather gloves, and

half a cape the color white that was positioned only at my left shoulder. It was secured using clips and a

gold chain around my chest. My suit jacket boasted gold cufflinks, silver buttons, and embroidered gold

ferns. Phanteon’s crest was stitched in nicely at the upper right corner of the jacket. I was well aware I

looked one heck of a king, but I did this only to please my queen and nothing more. For the first time

ever, dressing for a party gave me excitement and it was all because of her.

A male servant wearing a butler outfit like that on Earth then approached me, in his hand was a silver

tray and inside this object was a folded stationary. I picked it up, opened the paper, and read its

contents which informed me of the flow of the party.

An upward curve from the corner of my mouth appeared. Guess she was making this occasion really

special by breaking all Phanteon customs and it would start with the traditional proclamation of the King

and Queen’s entry inside the grand hall.

“Right,” I said to the servant. “Where is my mask?”

I thought he’d lead me to the secret room behind the stage but as we continued walking, I found that he

was leading me to a doorway that wasn’t commonly used during parties.

Another servant stood sentry on the closed double door with a silver tray in hand. Inside it, there was a

meticulously-designed full-face mask. I picked it up expecting this was what Serena had chosen for me

and tried it on.

Black with a touch of blue-coated the mask’s outer layer. Shaped like a wolf’s head, it had rhinestones

and luminous beads along the forehead and around the eyes. It fit my face pretty well; properly able to

breathe and see all around me despite the limited eye holes.

The double doors then opened, but not one sound of a trumpet heralded my presence. I was incognito.

Inside, guests were also wearing their masks in different colors and designs. They were crowded on

the dance floor and in the tables available in every corner of the hall. Music was playing to enliven the

mood and there was already wine and starters offered to the guests.

I inspected the grand hall before me and gawked at the considerable change of the interior. Truly,

Serena had thought the best for this party. All the other ones held in this grand hall in the past paled in

comparison to this magical masquerade ball.

In the sea of unknown faces all around me, it was to be expected it would be hard to locate a specific

person but hell no, not me. Oh, I could certainly scent my wife right across the room before my eyes

landed on her. She was slowly approaching me, looking like the most beautiful apparition of all and I

was instantly filled with pride.

She was just wearing half a mask, covering her eyes and forehead mostly. On the sides were

diamonds and beads, feathers and ferns that framed her beauty. She looked every bit the queen of this

kingdom despite not having a crown.

From a random piano and violin song, the music changed into the entrance song for a waltz. The

guests noticed us then and parted to give us most of the dance space.

“My queen,” I voiced out under my mask once we were close and executed a bow.

“Your Majesty,” she reciprocated by doing a curtsy.

“May I have this first dance with you?”

I offered my hand to her and she took it; the connection easily ignited the craving within me.

“Of course, you may, Your Majesty,” she replied; her bright red lips quirking up. Her hazel eyes under

the mask oozed with seduction and mirth.

“A masquerade ball eh?” I whispered as our bodies pressed up. The waltz music started and we began

to sway to its rhythm.

“Yes, too extravagant for your taste?” she looked up at me in wonder.

I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t. Nothing is too extravagant when it comes to you, Serena, and also,”

Dipping half of her body towards the floor in time with the music, I then muttered against her neck, “I

like the idea of anonymity.”

She took a cleansing breath, by which time I also pulled her back up.

“That’s good to hear,” she said, smiling again.

The music crescendoed. In my peripheral vision, guests started joining us on the dance floor. Judging

from their actions, they easily accepted the flow of the party and they looked to be enjoying it.

Every person under the mask I could easily name including of course the leaders of the other realms:

Lord Jacobi who was accompanied by his apprentice, Lady Yllana, and two other witches of the Order,

Prince Andrei and a new mistress it seems, Celestial God Andrius and another one of his kind that

smelled like the ocean, King Lucien and his queen, and the King of Sattus who was as expected,

alone.

Not a surprise, King Geraden of the fae realm wasn’t in attendance. Nevannir however was present

because I personally invited him and I could sense him somewhere in the upper balcony watching us…

or specifically watching my queen’s movements. The other guardians were also present and they had

gathered in a table near the stage.

I didn’t sense Farryl’s presence in the grand hall and that was no big deal to me. Heck, having her

around wouldn’t even make any difference.

“Congratulations, my queen. You surpassed my expectations,” I stated, returning my attention to

Serena. We were still dancing, but this time surrounded by our guests.

She chuckled and inched her head closer to my shoulder.

“Your welcome, Your Majesty. It took me time to choose what theme to use, but I guess it worked out

fine.”

“There hasn’t been a masquerade ball in this castle ever since,” I confessed.

“Then, I’m happy for the change,” she answered, smiling widely.

The degree of her glow and beauty captivated the males nearby. Some were my Alphas, some were

knights, and others in lower ranks. I didn’t sense any lust or desire from them that would anger me, just

admiration towards her, but still, this didn’t sit well with me.

“Stay with me the whole night tonight, Serena,” I pulled her closer; pressing the small of her back

against my waist and continued, “I don’t want any other man dancing with you or touching you.”

A cheeky smile appeared on her lips then. “Hmm, I could, but that would be rude to your guests.”

“I don’t care about them,” I lashed, then gripped her wrist even tighter.

“My goodness, you’re very possessive, Aero,” she remarked in a singsong voice, clearly enjoying my

suffering.

Growling, I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “A quality I just learned the moment you

became mine.”

She hissed and ran her hand down my abdomen.

“Damn, you’re smoldering under that mask.”

“And you are teasing me with that sultry eyes, Serena. Not to mention your lips that seem to be

begging to be kissed.”

She angled her head up. “Kiss me then, I order you,” she stated without hesitation.

“In front of all my subjects?” I asked, my face neutral.

She grinned and dared me with her eyes. “Are you afraid?”

I exhaled long and hard and then gave her a concrete answer. “Never.”

With that, my hand that was on her back climbed up to pull my mask off. Once done, this same hand

grabbed her nape. Free from it, I lowered my head even more and promptly claimed her lips.

That kiss during our wedding was forced and I was still in denial of myself. Kissing her in public now felt

different. Totally different. I was now kissing her because I desired to and because I wanted to let all my

subjects know that this woman was mine.

Loud cheers erupted thereafter. Serena and I pulled back to realize that the dancers had parted again.

A spotlight was illuminated directly at us, then a male voice announced, “Hail, King Aero, Alpha King of

Phanteon and his beautiful luna, Queen Serena!”

Louder cheers followed and more claps reverberated all over the hall. Serena tugged at my elbow and

pointed to the stage with her eyes.

“Shall we, my king?” she asked, smiling. “It’s your turn to welcome your guests tonight.”

I smiled back at her. “A sentence or two should probably suffice.”

She chuckled at this. “Not like they would mind.”

Side by side, we marched to the stage. Once there, I gave a few words of welcome to the guests,

recognized the presence of the VIPs one by one, and then officially opened the ball. On cue, butlers

started appearing with trays and trays of food and drinks.

Serena and I went to our table that was located still on the stage. It was conveniently placed away from

most of the noise of the guests, but for me, it was the perfect distance to act on a wild idea in my mind.

I donned off my right leather glove and slowly, my naked hand crept under the table while I pretended

to eat. Serena was busy with her food, but when she felt my fingers snaking inside her gown, she

stilled.

“Oh no, you’re crazy, Aero,” she glared at me in a warning.

I looked at her with desire-filled eyes and muttered, “I want to reward you. Let me touch you.”

Silently, her legs parted as her way of an answer.

Happy with this, my hand proceeded, going further past her layers of fabric until it reached her

underwear, and again, I grinned.

Hell yes, just as I thought, she was already wet for me.

“Oh god…” she gasped as my fingers contacted her folds. She bent her head, clasped her eyes shut,

and exhaled low. Though she was still wearing her mask, I could easily see just how much my fingers

had affected her.

I pressed on further, boldly pinching her clit and giving it a thorough massage.

Subtly, she gritted her teeth, trying her best not to moan but it seemed it wasn’t helpful for her. She

instead placed a hand on her mouth to try and muffle the escaping sweet sound. Her other hand kept

on forking a piece of vegetable, trying to act as if she was still eating. I found this both funny and

admirable.

“Keep your voice down, Serena. Werewolves, as you may know already, have the best hearing.”

She gave me a weak attempt at a glare.

“God…oh fu…ck…” she voiced out again when I entered two fingers inside her core. “Ae…ro… Ae…

ro!” she exclaimed in a breathy, lowered voice. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I know,” I stated, continuing my efforts. I pumped my finger harder but slower all the while acting like I

was drinking wine, acting as if nothing naughty was happening under the table. My cock had hardened

to its limit and it was fucking painful against my slacks. I wanted to release it, give it a home inside her

pussy, but knew it wasn’t the time yet.

“Oh, oh…OH…” she rushed to say when finally she came. Her scent of orgasm hit my nose instantly. It

was so potent that it briefly placed me in my own state of orgasm too.

Heck, I realized, I didn’t want to wait anymore. I wanted to make love to her now.

So, with that in mind, I pulled my hand from her underwear and out of her gown, and then grabbed her

elbow, planning to poof us out of the grand hall in one blink, but then, a man wearing a blue and white

mask neared us.

Fucking cock-block, my mind angrily commented.