Chapter 45: Shame Faced at Lunch 2
(Author’s Point of View.)
Truth is, the fact that other males will get to see his mate’s nudity or the face she makes whilst she sings music to his delight whenever he took her, does not settle well with Reagan at all. However, this was something that needed to be done as per tradition, and as their sovereigns, they had to be a good example to their people.
“King Reag-“
“I and my mate will get something to replenish our strength because we have been working hard, and so will everyone else… Then we could talk!” Reagan spoke solemnly, cutting off the dubious Elder from whatever plot he was about to set in motion. The only thing in his mind right now is, to make sure his little mate gets back her energy for their ceremony later. Thus, he had to see to it that she eats enough.
Amelia on the other hand, wished she could vanish at this instant. “How can a person be so shameless?” She glared at him and stomped her foot in his under the table in annoyance.
Reagan turned to look at her, “If you do not stop giving me that look, I will take you right here, right now.” He said through their mind link, and Amelia wanted to retort at how his joke was not funny, but her blood ran cold seeing how serious the handsome devil looked.
For werewolves, such things were nothing unusual. In the sense that, they are sexual beings. So, Amelia is aware of this, and that is why she believes Reagan would do what he says. With that thought, she swallowed hard and quietly averted her gaze like an obedient child.
“Your Majesty! My Queen!” Veronica and Dorothy’s voices rang out, and one could clearly see they were fighting to hold in their excitement that, if not for the big bad wolf sitting next to her, they would have snatched Amelia and would be squeezing the air out of her lungs in their tight hug by now.
“Dorothy! Veronica, you are back…”, Amelia exclaimed in a happy yet composed manner seeing the woman she has spent five years of her life with. “She wanted to say how greatly she has missed her, but she decided against it as that could wait for later, she concluded.
“Yes, I am back my queen!” Veronica replied with a warm smile. “Look, Dorothy and I have prepared your favourite delicacies to restore your strength and plenish your body to soon carry our future heirs,” Veronica added, and murmurs of agreement resounded through the hall.
“Yes, Your Majesty, His Majesty needs to work hard so that our next visit would be to welcome our prince or princess. Who knows, it might even be both at once,” Alpha Lorenzo said.
And another wave of cackles was heard from the people.
“Oh, Goddess! Why is this day so against me?” Amelia muttered to herself. Speaking of babies, her eyes suddenly shoot up in the realisation that they have done it the whole time without any sort of protection, and her head snapped towards Reagan.
“Relax, love. Wolves can’t get pregnant without getting their heat. Besides, you have not yet had your complete first shift, thus, the chances are at zero percent.” Reagan explained through the mind link, and Amelia’s tensed nerves relaxed a bit.
“Moreover, I am not planning to get you knocked up anytime soon, because, we haven’t even begun with all the bad things I want to do to you. So, imagine the distraction those little headaches would cause,” Reagan added with a smirk.
Amelia was flustered. “How can a person’s mind be so corrupt?”
“Only about your nectar, love.” Reagan commented softly.
Amelia was about to reprimand him for his perverted nature when she heard, “I have left you some ointments in the drawer upstairs, don’t forget to use it in the future,” Dorothy whispered in her ear. “You must remember to eat more now, child, we wouldn’t want to have to call the doctor on you for excessive exhaustion,” Dorothy added, and Amelia’s cheeks flared up in embarrassment.
“Ehm… Your Majesties, could you please tone it down in the future because my friend is hurting from all the dry humping on my pillows last night? You know, they are also single men like I and Griffin in the castle,” Charles begged.
“What the hell…?” Amelia exclaimed in disbelief. “How could Charles of all people say such a thing out loud?”
“Why would you be needing your pillows when I am right here?” A female voice rang out and Amelia could recognise that voice anywhere. It was the annoying thing Alyx had almost ended the other day at the training ground, and she wondered what had happened between her and Reagan afterwards.
“I did nothing with her, love. You have to trust that you are enough for me,” Reagan said knowing what was going on in her mind, and Amelia relaxed.
“Lass uns später nach der Zeremonie eine verrückte Nacht haben. (Let’s have a crazy night later after the ceremony.) The girl, whose name is Andrea, spoke. And Charles gave her a nod of affirmation.
With all said and done, lunch was finally served and everyone except those who were either dying of jealousy, or couldn’t wait to carry out their evil plan, ate happily.
About forty-five minutes later…
“King Reagan, now that you have replenished your energy, shall we now divulge to the reason we have come?” One of the Elders spoke with disdain laced in his voice, even though he tried hiding it.
Reagan paused his heated private conversation with Griffin, and so did Amelia with Charles. He stared at the audacious skulker who is one of the Elders from his kingdom expressionlessly as rage swelled inside him. He did not like that tone one bit and would have lost it if not for the sparks that suddenly rocked his whole being, as a result of Amelia’s fingers that were gently caressing his hand placed on his right lap, soothing his on edged nerves.
“I will have your head if you ever dare speak to me in such manner again, such impudence will not be condoned from anyone!!” Reagan thundered. “You should thank your stars that my mate here, worked her magic when she did, else, you would have reached the underworld by now.” He added and Amelia shuddered at how much authority his words carried, so did the whole hall that abruptly went eerily quiet.