HER ALPHA'S CARNAL SINS
Chapter 124: Pleasurable ways

Chapter 124: Pleasurable ways

The King paused for a while, his fingers slowly tapping at the arm of his throne.

He looked over at the witches with disinterest before looking away,

"We’ll need to brainwash her if that’s going to be possible," he snorted. "She seems to have feelings for the dog." His voice was full of so much hate and disgust.

"That’s not a problem~" Tina drawled. "We’ll capture more witches. But they’re so impossible to persuade," she waved her arms nonchalantly. "From 340 Witches we kidnapped, only these two morons were sensible enough to help us with our plan."

"Then kidnap more witches! We need enough of that .... that... " He waved towards the cauldron emitting a blue-crimson glow

"Brain-washing Potion." Trixie meekly said, and hid a smile when the king glared at her .

"So many things to do... We already have the female Alpha." Tina softly mumbled.

"I need the heads of three mated Alphas to conclude the ritual when I’m free from here... "

"And you’ll get your three mated Alphas your majesty." Tina assured him.

With that, Tina opened her palm and three smaller glass orbs stood apart, above her open palm, showing three mated Alphas destinied to be killed.

Alpha Justin of Moon Howler’s pack

Alpha Drake of Crimson moon’s pack

and

Alpha Henry of Ruby Stone’s pack

The King looked disinterested as he said,

"That man... Alpha Koan... kill him too. I feel he might disturb us while trying to save his pathetic mate in the dungeon." He sneered.

"Yes... your majesty." They bowed before leaving his prescence, flying out of the throne room like missiles.

*

Daniel sat on the picnic blanket laid out with one leg stretched and the other, knee bent up with his arm astride it as he watched Naomi make a peanut butter sandwich with interest.

Once in a while, their eyes would meet and she would coyly look down, ignoring him his mock smile.

"Stop doing that." She snapped, glancing up to lock eyes with him.

His lips finally moved and he smirked audaciously. "Doing what?"

She ignored his question, well aware he would do anything to make her crack and watch her break into tiny pieces.

"Where are the others?" She sort of enjoyed the priceless peace of being on her own without Dora hovering around Daniel like she did when they first sat down to eat. That was an unbearable moment she would never want to be in again.

But Barton and Dora has been missing for a while now, and she was uneasy. What if Barton had ...

No... he wouldn’t. He hated her, but he wouldn’t, right?

But Daniel shrugged, uninterested.

Naomi pursed her lips as she dropped the peanut butter sandwich on a paper plate before stretching it out to him.

Daniel ignored her outstretched hand.

"Did Barton pack any liquor in there?"

"There’s Lemon juice. You were suffering a hangover this morning and you still want to drink?"

"If I’m drunk, I sort of forget everything that revolves around me. It’s just me, and my drink."

"What’s there to forget," She starts to make another peanut butter sandwich, a small smile glinting in her eyes when Daniel starts to eat his own sandwich. She was well aware of Daniel’s favorite sandwich, and she knew he couldn’t resist peanut butter. "You don’t have any problems," He looked herr away, stopping mid-way on munching his food.

Naomi stiffened under his gaze, feeling his eyes bore holes through her mask.

"Why do you say so?"

"Because..."

"I’m the Alpha? Is that want you think."

"Not just that. I mean... you don’t have to look In the mirror everyday and be like ’For more than two decades of my life, it’s been all based on a lie.’ You know who your parents are, and you know what you are."

Daniel finished his sandwich just as she finished hers.

"How old are you?"

Naomi paused, she was about pouring a glass of lemon juice for him.

"What?"

He wiped his hand on a napkin before tossing it aside.

"How old are you?"

"T- twenty five... I’ll be twenty five soon."

He suddenly smirked and looked down, pulling out his phone without a word.

Naomi just stared at him In disbelief.

*

Dora folded her arms as she walked behind Barton, glaring at him.

"You promised if I help you with searching for the gun apple tree, you’d do my math classes homework and write my exam, and now you’re telling me we’re lost?!" She screamed at him.

She didn’t see him roll his eyes before he turned.

"The gun tree is in a really complicated location, so you don’t expect me to find it like a pro."

"Well, I didn’t expect you to get us lost! Why did we even need to find the stupid ttree anyway."

Barton shrugged and replied honestly. "My mum needs them. The tree grows these type of special apples ... I don’t know... you can ask her more questions when we get home."

"I could have been spending time with Daniel right now! You could have asked me to do anything in return for doing my homework. Why didn’t you ask Naomi instead," When she didn’t get a reply, her eyes narrowed. "Did you want to leave them alone? With each other?"

When she still didn’t get a reply, she quickened her pace and with gritted teeth, grabbed his wrist to spin him around, but Barton surprised her.

With an annoyed growl, he turned and grabbed her shoulders instead, pushing her backwards till she was pressed hard against the tree, sandwiched between him and the bark.

"You’re so f**king annoying, huh? Do you know that?!"

She panted hard in his face with an angry expression, her eyes twitching.

"I don’t know what you think you’re doing, playing cupid, but we both know," a painful smirk crawled on her lips. "Who he’s going to mark."

"Not you obviously."

"How are you so sure? Will you kill me?"

He smirked and released his shoulders from her grip before pushing his hands to flatten on the bark of the tree at either sides of her head.

She glanced down at her own lips when she felt his hot breath fan them. She half closed her eyes and involuntarily parted her lips.

"Oh, There are many other ways Dora..." she grabbed his wrist just as he caressed her chin with his fingers, but he pushed her hand aside and leaned in close, so close their lips was only half-inch apart.

".... pleasurable ways... "

"Barton." She softly moaned, as he lips went past hers to latch onto the area at the side of her neck.