Chapter 30 Lord and Alpha Theron Drathen Kein of the South.
Third person's POV.
Two half-naked women walked in with a bowl of luxurious fruits perched on their heads. The sound of sensuous flutes floats through the hall.
The women settled the bowls in the Centre of the hall and resumed dancing with the rest of the naked women.
The room was littered with the gorgeous bodies of other women like this, who all squirmed, gasped, and moaned. The music pulled them in, but something else pulled them even harder.
They all circled him. They were drawn to him; he pulled them in like a magnet, like a moth to the flame.
And their lips were filled with his whispers. “Alpha Theron…”
Despite the free flow of music, reckless movement, and desires floating in the air, no one dared speak out loud about the Alpha seated in the middle of the room, on his throne.
He sat there, his icy demeanour held a deadly charm and subdued might. He has a lean yet muscular athletic build that exudes force. Yet there was an ease to his meticulously curled long jet-black hair.
A small scar ran along his sharp jawline. He had a powerful, chiselled jaw and an intensity emanating from every part of him.
His icy blue eyes were framed by long, dark lashes and strong, arched eyebrows. He rested his chin on his fist, his legs crossed, and his abs prominent in his unbuttoned coat. His eyes held a depth that was both unsettling and seductive.
“Alpha Theron…” one of his women's whispers brought him to the room.
The woman ran her hands over her dewy hair; some bit their lips and squeezed their tits tight for their Lord. Some ran their tongue sensuously on the luxurious fruits around and aggressively touched themselves, moaning with a rod of banana in between their glossy lips or a ball of grape in their mouths.
Others who dared moved closer to his form on his throne, rubbed his shoulders, kissed his feet, rubbed his thigh, brushing their skin against his, taking turns to suck on his nipple. Some whispered in his ears, and some played with themselves by his throne.
Alpha Theron’s gaze remained unfazed.
Bored.
Unbothered.
Indifferent.
His eyes seemed fixed in his deep thoughts.
The woman pushed harder to gain his attention. The music blazed even faster and sensuously.
Sweat tickled down their body, running through their necks down to their tits. Every tit stood erect in this room like they were all equally aroused. And every shade and size of tits presented itself to the Alpha Theron in submission.
Regardless of what anyone did in this room, they were cognizant of his presence. They were careful and tender. He was the reason for their being; they were his to claim, and they worshipped him.
Alpha Theron’s lips curved into a thin smile.
Seeing his icy demeanor soften, the ladies repositioned themselves.
And slowly, in an almost choreographic moment, they began running their tongue through every inch of his body: his abs, his neck, his feet, running their tongue through his toe gaps.
One of the women dared to brush through his hair. She went on as she ran her other hand through her nipples, pinching and tugging at her boobs so they wiggle and bounce before Alpha Theron. She let out soft moans.
Yet, their Lord and Alpha’s eye wasn't on any of them. His icy gaze settled on none in particular. It was far from here, lost in a distant thought of darkness.
Yet here he sat, in a sea of naked women, in a room with flickering candle lights, in the brilliance of opulence and affluence, in the seat of ruthless power and authority. He is Alpha Theron Drathen Kein, the Lord and Alpha of the South.
A knock on the door resonated through the hall. The music abruptly stopped. "They are here, my Lord." The voice from outside resonated in the room.
Theron rose from the pile of women who all squirmed and turned in disapproval, yet got out of his way. The shadow of his tall form loomed in the room, startling some of the women.
He threw on his dark crimson robe and tied it up, revealing his chest line down to his navel.
Theron rarely smiled, but when he did, it was with a deadly fascination and sly seductiveness that made others around him wonder about his motives rather than with warmth. He was a man who could light up a room with a single remark or freeze it with a glance because every action he took and every glance he made were calculated.
His long, slender fingers pulled the curtains open, revealing a league of mercenaries. Raizo, the league's chief, stepped forward and bowed before Theron.
“Alpha Theron.” Raizo bowed
“This better be good.”Theron’s gravelly voice echoes in the room, his icy gaze darkened.
Raizo’s head remained bowed. “Prince Daevir ambushed our troops on the seaside. We've retreated to the dark forest.”
Alpha Theron nodded. “Very good. Our plan seems to be working perfectly.” Alpha Theron strolled through the mercenaries. The strong-armed men shifted and shivered at his sight.
“The emperor is very sickly. His organs bruised. He won't be long.” Alpha Theron turned to Raizo, who lowered his head further. He wouldn't dare meet Alpha Theron's eyes.
“When Daevir takes the throne, we will finally get that chance we've never gotten in a while.”
Raizon nodded. “Alpha Theron.” He started carefully. “There are whispers hovering around. Alphas of your confederate packs are doubting your ability to take Daevir up again, after the last…notoriously…. unsuccessful battle with him.”
Alpha Theron nodded and smiled. A very dark knowing smile. His gaze returns to Raizo, who shakes in fear. “Daevir is my little brother. I'll be a terrible brother to bite him hard when we play.”
Raizo nodded, raising his head happily. “Our retreat and defeat have always been intentional, my Lord. We need to give the humans a front of weakness to accomplish your plan and set you back on that Empire throne where you belong.”
“When we are done,” Alpha Theron continued. “I’ll face Daevir up. Two brothers, one throne. His wolf versus mine versus. No gimmicks on my side. No holding back. Only a fair fight -” Alpha Theron paused and turned back to Raizo, who quickly lowered his head.
“There's just one problem, Raizo…”
“P p p…problem?” Raizo shook and stammered. “We've done everything right, my Lord! We've pretended to be weak when we are indeed at our strongest. We’ve given Prince Daevir the illusion of victory when we can rush him if we want, we have an alliance on every corner of the earth, we've set things up so we will be unstoppable by the human kingdoms!”
“What’s that scent?” Theron scoffed.
The tension in the room heightened. Everyone in the room sat up. They looked at each other, unsure of what this was all about.
“S...s...scent?!” Raizo looked around.
Theron marched further into the room, raising his nose in the air. “That scent has been on my mind for days now.”
Raizo looked around, even more confused. “There is no scent anywhere, my Lord!”
“It's a girl,” Theron continued. He inhaled and exhaled, taking it in with pleasure. “My father's concubine”, “Daevir’s little toy,” Theron scoffed. “My little prey,” a smirk curved Theron's lips.
The women in the room stirred with jealousy. They turned away from Theron but didn't dare match his eyes.
Alpha Theron turned to Raizo. “I'm going to find her.”