Chapter 3: Want to heal his father

Larry's POV

I have never been this frightened in my life, but a woman made me this tensed.

I've got a harem filled with them and have no emotions attached.

If my words are false, I'd be sent into exile this time. If she could heal the great alpha, then I'd be vindicated.

That was the rule my father placed. He certainly doesn't want me in the seat, but I'd make a vow to myself that someday, I'd become a ruler.

Despite my potential, he still despises me. The way he stared just like Shirley prickles my heart.

It expressed contempt, like I shouldn't have existed in their world.

He's always going to love him, his prodigal son. I've been by his side all these years, tried my best to please him, but he always looks down on me.

Perhaps because I was illegitimate. He told me to give him a reason why I shouldn't be sent into exile.

I proudly told him I could heal him of his madness. He never asked about my faring, where I was a week ago.

I was sure he didn't know that one of his sons tried to kill me.

I adjusted my mantle, jittery and keeping a cold face. I couldn't find her, and I'd be appearing alone.

Staring at the large door which flew open before my eyes, I found everyone peering at me.

What's the worst that could happen?

My eyes scrutinized the room, my killer was there somewhere, I wouldn't forget the voice of the man that wanted me dead.

I found him. He looked more shocked than ever, his wine glass almost falling off his hand.

He was the last person I thought wanted me out, my brother. We were three boys struggling for the throne.

If two of us were knocked out, he'd rule.

"Where's she?" That was the first word that came out of my father's lips.

The realization dawned on me that I had to defend myself.

I tried not to express how tensed I was, and my skin bleed with sweat. The pressure was a lot on me.

There was an uproar and murmurs around. All the seven alphas were gathered.

Staring at their faces almost made me pass out. Their voices, their grim, their faces became the beast they were.

My eyes felt dizzy, I needed to fight this, but I couldn't get exiled. I barely survived last night.

"She's..."

"I'm sorry I am late, my alpha"

Her voice cut in, and there she was at the entrance.

She glided into the room, enveloped in a shimmering midnight blue gown that cascaded around her like a waterfall.

Her figure is accentuated by the fitted bodice and flowing skirt, making her appear both timeless and alluring.

Her face, stern, yet could melt even the devil's heart. When she was close, she gave me a bow, which was bizarre.

For the first time in a moment, I felt my heart flutter. She came back. Why?

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If I were asked why I returned, it was for one thing: to live for my unborn child. I ran initially to continue my suicide quest, but a thought came to mind.

My child was innocent. At least I should kiss its hands and feet, besides I'd die soon.

I came back and got dressed in the gown laid on the bed in his chambers. He wasn't there, and I asked the servants to take me to him.

I just didn't know why, but I felt he needed my help. Larry always does.

He was staring, which made me bemused, his eyes weren't cold but mesmerizing.

I could feel he was tensed, and I locked my fingers with his. It's okay, we'd do this together.

My eyes studied the hall, which was more like a court. Literally heats up with tension and everyone stares at us.

I dried up inside as the peering eyes of these alphas laid on me.

Obviously, they wanted Larry to bow his head in shame.

"I am here, my lord," I responded to the alpha who sat on the high throne above every other.

They suddenly went numb.

"I hear you could heal me of my sickness" he began, no formality or gestures.

"More like madness," Larry said beneath his voice, and I heard that. He had a frown, possibly because I ran away.

While his father spoke, he was distracting me, his hands wiping my dress, his folded lips folding, his diluted eyes and mockery tone.

What has Larry said about me? I can't heal him, I just can't control that part of me yet.

I threw my gaze at him, and he acted as though he wasn't staring.

"What do you say about that?" His father finally concluded and everyone threw their gaze at Larry.

I did too.

I tried to gesture to him, to say no, but then he wasn't even listening and just said;

"Yes" he responded, still staring at me and looking puzzled. He just agreed to me being beheaded if I couldn't heal his father tonight.

My veins throbbing in my neck, her jutting chin and clenched jaw gave me away.

I was anxious, my lowered eyebrows rested on his shoes.

"You may leave," his father ordered, and I gave a bow, but Larry held me back and said:

"She's part of this court already"

His brother intended to make it clear that I did not belong there, but his father didn't see a problem with it.

He had faith in me already. I took a glimpse at Larry as I tightened my lips while he walked me towards a spare seat.

It was more like a round table and Larry chose a corner. He claims to love leading but doesn't really like long talks.

We go way back, in our teenage age, we had an indifferent attitude towards each other, yet people mistook us for best friends.

There were bottles of wine before us. He poured wine in two glasses before sitting beside me.

His hand offered me a glass, but I wasn't interested.

A lot was going through my mind, and I was bored with these alphas discussing how to conquer territories.

I yawned, but my sleepy eyes went off when Larry pinched me. My fingers were on my thighs and it tickled.

I widened my eyes at him, beckoning him to stop.

"You never told me that last night" he whispered, but his eyes were on his father.

My heart began to pound. I sat there, feeling a desire run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs.

His finger touched my neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave me the chills.

His hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my hands.

I tried to push his hand away, but he only grabbed my meaty thigh and smacked it.

I tightened my thighs as he tapped me to open them for him.

I didn't want to, but he parted my thighs. Stringing his fingers, he tugged them inside my pussy.

A gasp escaped me as his circular motions neared my clit slowly, then a little faster.

An unintentional moan left me and the two alphas opposite us narrowed their brows at me.