King Alpha 7

King Alpha 7
“Get your ass moving, bro; we’re already late for that party,” I said.
Apparently, the academy’s management was thrilled when they found out that Cameron and I would be filling in for the trainers this semester, and they should be. It was considered an honour to be trained by our father or us. We were ruthless warriors on the battlefield; our royal armies were second to none. We were considered the strongest in the supernatural world after we won against the vampires in the last war.
Classes will officially start tomorrow. All the incoming students and faculty members had moved in today, and today they had a welcoming party and a party to welcome Cameron and me. As much as I wasn’t in the mood for a party, but it didn’t look nice if we ditched. We were still princes and had to maintain royal etiquette even if this ordeal was sort of a vacation for us.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.” Said Cameron, coming out of his room clad in black pants and a shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
The little shit was dressed exactly like me; seeing the scowl on me, he smirked and winked, prompting me to get up. The little shit knew I didn’t like to match. We were completely identical, not even a difference in a strand of hair, so it was impossible to tell us apart when we dressed the same. It was fine at home, but in front of people, it was a big no. I wanted us to be seen as individual royals, not one royal in two different bodies.
Going down the hallway, we stayed in the VIP suite; the whole cabin was exclusively for us, and security swamped the hallways and the perimeter.
Being royals came with all this protocol, not that we needed it. Cameron and I were stronger than all these wolves combined. It was unnecessary, but apparently, it was one of the conditions our parents put on us if we wanted to come here.
I didn’t have a choice but to agree. We had even wanted Alana to stay with us, but the little brat didn’t agree, saying she wanted to have fun and didn’t want people to know she was our sister. Besides her name, no one knew what she looked like over here, and she wanted to keep it that way. Knowing how hurt she had been with her so-called whore of friends last time, we agreed but still had guards around her dorm in incognito; she was still a princess.
My mom and dad would kill us if anything ever happened to her.
We finally reached the celebration hall, where the party was in full swing, students dancing and laughing about.
Cameron and I let our auras roll out, sensing the dominance in the air; everything stopped except the music, seeing us walking, wolves, students and teachers alike baring their necks in submission. Dean Shrewd had come to welcome us when we controlled our auras. The party had started again as we mingled with the faculty, getting to know the others as people asked questions and expressed their gratitude for us taking time out to help in training the warrior class.
It had been an hour into the party when I felt my wolf stirring in my head; I glanced at Cameron and could tell his wolf was acting up as well.
What was happening?
Suddenly, I was hit with the most delicious scent of vanilla with mixed berries. The scent sent shivers all through my body, sending jolts right down to my cock, making it hard. I looked at Cameron, and he nodded his head, indicating he felt the exact same and, by the way he was adjusting his pants, also confirmed he had the same reaction.
Trying to be as discreet as possible, Cameron and I looked around for the source of this heavenly scent when our eyes caught with a little she-wolf at the entrance. She had beautiful wavy brown hair that fell midback, eyes green as emeralds and a body of a goddess with curves in all the right places, entering into the hall with Alana.
‘MATE,’ my wolf growled in my head.
“MINE,” Cameron growled out under his breath.
I knew no one heard him.
Our eyes locked with each other, we knew we had found her: our mate, our luna queen. She was finally here to help tame our beasts, and she was absolutely perfect. But our happiness was short-lived when, from the smell of it, an alpha came and wrapped his arm around her waist and crouched down to kiss her cheek.
It was then all hell broke loose, our beasts let out a loud snarl, stiffening everyone around us, that very moment my sweetheart looked up and locked eyes with Cameron and I, the audible hitch in her breath couldn’t be missed.
King Alpha

King Alpha

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