Alpha's Redemption
He stands as the alpha king, the object of my affection, my protector. Yet, there's a chasm of two decades between us.
"How old are you?" I hesitated, suppressing the tremor in my voice as I fabricated, "T-Twenty." My lip bore the mark of my nervousness. "I'm of legal age," I insisted, though doubt gnawed at me. As he drew close, tracing the contour of my neck with his nose, I wondered what he sensed in my scent. Did it betray my falsehood? Frozen, I awaited his judgment.
Sensing his withdrawal, I seized him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging desperately. "Please, Alpha King," my voice quivered, laced with a futile attempt at allure. "I... I can satisfy you," I offered.
"Do you understand the consequence of deceiving the Alpha King, little one?" His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of certainty. I should've known he'd see through my façade.
"You seem deliberate," he mused, dismissing my proposition. "But I'm not intrigued by your proposition. Instead, how about a game?" His eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "If you win, I'll grant you sanctuary." A glimmer of hope ignited within me.
"But if you lose..."