The Alpha King's Heart
The Alpha King’s Heart – Chapter 134

Kate was standing outside, on the doorsteps until he bid her welcome and she took a few careful strides inside, walking passed the door that had been pushed invitingly open. He could see that glow in her eyes again but she quickly looked

away, to the picture painting hanging on the wall and she stood, fixed in reverie.

She walked a bit closer to the piece of art. It was a messy picture, gruesome and dully portrayed by the artist. The colors were a horrible display and it seemed only a piece depicting the deepest and saddest of emotions. But with a little more patience

and a whole form of the broad disk of the evening sun would appear from the canvas and hold any keen observer in quiet contemplation.

He came behind her, matching his eyes with hers onto the art and she became aware of his presence immediately. She was also aware of the creaking of wood journeying from the kitchen ceiling and the fresh smell of furniture and the faint

bathroom lights sketching each droplet of water roughly as it touched the floor. She was aware of the b***d flowing through his veins right below his skin, tempting her

senses with every beat and she immediately turned to him, meeting his gaze. She was absorbing him, devouring him mentally as if he was dinner.

It was a shame that those beautiful eyes of his would never meet her again in anything more than this fleeting moment. She swallowed as she readied her appetite to take her time and drink her fill, to sink her nails into his back and watch him scream for help. But this fool wasn’t even scared. Why was he drawing so close and why was he looking at her like that? Never mind that it would be the last thing he

sees anyway. It would be fun to let him explore his folly, to see the extent of his desires.

She watched him k**s her first and his hands deliberately pulled her closer. Her slender hands slowly circled him also as a means to an end. He could feel the coldness of her lips, such coldness as that which doomed his existence but still, he continued because he had little knowledge of this feral passion he felt. Her fingernails raked his back and he could feel it through the fabric of his shirt.

With eyes closed, deep within the kissing, he used his instincts and mental picture to locate the nearest sofa but no, she tensed around him and directed him to the bedroom instead. There his deathbed waited.

With one attempt he swept her off her feet and carried her carefully to the door, walked in then slammed it shut. This fool, how could he possibly understand the danger he was in?

He set her on her feet beside the bed and undid the buttons on his shirt. In a like manner she lost her jacket, then her boots, and looking up she could see his bare body standing sentinel in perfect form, tempting her with color and warmth. But his

melancholy eyes could not be hidden even with his desperate disguise. There was an awful sadness in this room and a gloom that imprisoned his heart. An eternal memory was hidden somewhere. There, in the room adjacent to him. In there was

hidden his macabre past. This night’s experience was intended to be a pathetic distraction to his meaningless life. She thought quickly and sat up in bed. Her appetite was gone. How could she delight in inflicting pain, in feasting on someone who was this broken? She already had problems of her own.

Suddenly she was on her feet and as he gazed in wonder and admiration at her whole form, she covered the distance with uncanny speed. She reached him; she flattened one hand on his chest and hurtled to the wall behind him with so much

quickness and strength that he was tossed off his feet. She stared directly into his eyes, holding him still at the same time. She would give him this gaze he had curiously sought and instill the fear of death into him. She twisted her claws and

watched him wince with pain. Many of her victims would be screaming by now but not this fool. Didn’t he just see what she did? He was looking directly into her eyes now and soon he would realize that they weren’t contact lenses.

Leaning closer, she could almost swear that the fear in his eyes was adamantly lost. But there was no time to wonder at this mystery. Finally, his gaze was brought under her full control,

“You are to forget this night,” she told him. “You are to forget this meeting. You will not remember the sound of my voice, or the taste of my breath, because this never happened. You shall seek no other in the hours that your bed lays bare and cold.

Alone you deserve to be. Misery and loneliness shall you desire to keep and share with no one else. I compel you, unfortunate one, to hear the sound of my voice and lose

that which once was yours. Every man that looks into my eyes condemns his soul.

Finally, she released him and there was a glimmer of tears in the cover of his eyes. She was satisfied, but before she could walk away, he grabbed her and forced a k**s which she had little time to resist. She should kill him right now, but she had

utterly become powerless to carry out her intent. Suddenly she indulged the sensation of his lips on hers and more than that, her hands had been interlocked with his, permitting her no movement.

“You are very selfish to say what you did,” he paused. He pulled back and he could see her remembering to protest.

“Let me go,”

“Not until you apologize. You had no right to order me to forget. And you hardly know me to be so forthcoming,” he told her. “I will let you go if you apologize and then I’ll let you explain what that was all about,”