by Kaylee Kane
I was cut off again. “She is twenty!”
“But she hasn’t ‘discovered’ herself!”
King Zelius pursed his lips at Queen Sena. “Maybe that’s why she should stop acting like a child and behave like a grownup instead.”
I almost rolled my eyes when King Zelius and Queen Sena suddenly realized that I was with them in the throne room. The penalty for rolling your eyes at the king was death, among other ridiculous royal customs, of course. It didn’t matter who you were, if you were found disrespect to the leader of Athyles, you were out.
I had siblings who had been banished to death and they weren’t the ones whose steps I wanted to follow.
Queen Sena sighed, “She is still very much a child, my liege. She hasn’t got her calling yet.”
King Zelius rolled his eyes. “Well, you have a point. Cezane, if you want to find your true calling and become an adult you are…you must learn to behave yourself. You are a princess, a royalty.”
The last part of the king’s words resonated in me. Was I really a princess? Was I really royalty? My mother was long dead and the evidence of her ever existed was her name on the plaque on the Hall of the Royals.
I was Lady Azaria’s only child. I had no blood siblings to compare myself to.
My words were at the tip of my tongue. I wanted to know the truth. Why was I so different? Was I really a princess? Was I really King Zelius’ daughter?
My lips parted, ready to ask. My fears betrayed me. Sweat drenched my palms. I lowered my head and gulped back my questions. “Yes, father.”
King Zelius nodded and I slunk off from the throne room. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until I was out of the throne room.
“Oh my god, Cezane, why are you such a coward? It was just a fucking question! I could have asked and got the answer. I don’t have to be wondering right now!” I tugged at my brunette hair and propped my back against the door.
My stomach reeled when the door to the throne room swung backward. A scream ripped from my throat when gravity hauled me backward. Losing my balance, I fell backward and slammed against the floor.
I turned around to the sound of spears brushing against the air. I was met with the sharp ends of the weapons the guards charged at me.
“Sorry,” I muttered and picked myself up. I didn’t dare to look at King Zelius’ face as I turned around and ran as fast as I could back to my room.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with me?” I tugged my hair and wondered what else could go wrong today when I bumped into something hard and bounced off.
“Ouch!” Pain spread on my forehead. I was about to tumble over when someone grabbed hold onto my wrist. When I looked up, I was met with a pair of brooding, deep purple eyes. All my blood rushed into my core.
I was awestruck. My breath was knocked out of my lungs. I had no idea how long my eyes had been affixed on his face. I could not tear myself away. I forgot how tall the Athylian males were. If Rosia towered over me, this alpha male looked like a giant compared to me. The Athylian males were all warrior materials and this was how they were built.
The world disappeared around me. His mesmerizing eyes penetrated straight into mine, sending bolts after bolts of thrill through my veins. My stomach reeled. I had no idea what came over me. It felt like all kinds of chemical reactions were taking part inside of me. I didn’t think I had seen him anywhere here before.
His dark curls draped over his shoulders and framed his perfectly sculpted high cheekbones. His arched brows and manicured stubble looked freshly done. His aquiline tall nose complemented his thin, non-visible lips. Who was this alpha male?
My mouth turned dry by just looking at him.
“You finished staring?” He even had a dark voice that matched his dark and mysterious aura.
Wait a minute! What did he just say? I blinked quickly and shook my head. My heart immediately wilted. So it seemed that he was yet another alpha-hole.
“Excuse me?” I straightened myself.
The alpha male smirked and glanced down at me. “You might want to fix up that blouse.”
I looked down and realized with shame and shock that my sleeve had dropped over my shoulder and one of my breasts were hanging out.
“Oh fuck!” Shame burned my face as I quickly covered up my nipple and glared up at the alpha male. A sheepish grin curved his damn sexy lips. I was not sure if I was aroused or mad right now.
“Nice tit,” he leered.
I glanced at his bulging biceps. His black tank wrapped tightly around his chiseled chest muscles and the well-developed contours of his eight packs. He must be living in the gym.
Knowing that he could crush me with his weight and I had no idea why that idea made my blood sizzle with lust, I mustered the most intimidating glare I could at him. “You have no fucking idea who I am!” I snarled.
The alpha male didn’t even flinch. He glanced at me up and down and if that was not humiliating enough, he sneered, “No, I don’t.”
“I am Princess Cezane!” I cried out.
The alpha male snorted, “You cuss a lot for a princess.” I was about to say something when he squared his shoulders as if he was not already big and intimidating enough to me.
I gulped and stepped back. “You have no idea who am I, do you?”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. He must be one of the cocky princes whose name probably was not even on the Hall of the Royals. I had so many stepsiblings whom I had never seen before. “Do I look like I could be bothered?”
The alpha male sneered and dove towards me. I staggered back when he pulled me close against him. Bolts of thrill ran through my system as he leaned in closer and whispered into my ear.
“Aren’t you a sassy little brat? You are lucky this time I have no time to play with you right now. But if I ever see you again next time, I promise to spank you red and raw…”
A gasp escaped my throat. I should be really mad at him right now. But his words made my skin tingle all over. My mind went amok. The mental pictures of this alpha male bending me over his lap and spanking me made the space between my legs tighten. I had no idea what kind of magic he had had over me. My head was spinning.
My pussy twitched with need.
A wicked smile quirked the corner of his lips. “I know this is what you want from me.”
“No…” I muttered weakly. I hated myself more for sounding like a desperate slut right now. I gulped and took a deep breath. When I was about to give a stronger no, the alpha male breezed past me, gently caressing against my shoulder.
Who was he?
My eyes were glued to his retreating back. He did not even look back. He did not say another word.
He just walked away, leaving an aching void deep in my core.
3
Zonor
“Father, what is the reason that you have called upon me?” I stood before my parents, King Zelius and Queen Sena. The ambiance of the throne room was different today. It was colder than usual.
“My son,” said father, his face grim and serious. If the atmosphere was not telltale enough, his face would have given up the premonition of something ugly. “You are the future king of Athyles…”
I straightened myself and put on a straight face. I knew where this was going. Another lecture on how I should behave myself and start acting like a king I was meant to be. As much as I was excited to claim the throne, I wanted to live my life to the fullest.
No way I was throwing away my youth to rule this planet. Not so soon. Not until I had tasted all the beautiful females on this planet. You know what they said about winning the people’s heart? Father had no idea how well I was doing making the people happy, one woman at one time. I fought to conceal my sneer.
“You ought to know the truth now. Before you, your elder brother was the true king.” My eyes flew open before King Zelius, who smirked at me. “I am glad I got your attention now.”
My muscles tensed as I clenched my fists. “What are you talking about?”
Queen Sena’s eyes turned bright pink before she started weeping. My gaze bounced between mother and father. “Zonor, you were never the firstborn. You have a brother before you, the original true king of Athyles. His name is Dykron.”
My head whirled from what I heard. “Why haven’t I heard of him?”
“Because on Athyles, we do not speak of the traitors,” said King Zelius sternly. I listened intently as he continued, “Dykron would have made a great king…but he is too ambitious and his ambitions have blinded him.”
I could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy in my bones. Did father say that the mysterious brother I never had would be a great king? What about me? I did not recall he had ever praised me for my good deeds.
“He got to know that the Earthlings have been eyeing on the native substance, Athyleum that gives us the superpower that we possess. Dykron has offered to give them the very precious substance and in return, they shall make him king.”
“That’s despicable,” I snarled.
“Indeed, which is why I have banished him to Earth and ripped his power.” I fought to conceal my smile. At least no one was going to steal my throne from me right now. “Don’t be too relaxed too quickly.”
I sucked in my breath. I almost forgot that King Zelius had the power to read minds, one of the most powerful abilities in Athyles. “It has come to me that Dykron has now arisen and with the Earthling scientists, they found a way to extract the Athyleum from the Athylians. If the Athyleum falls into the hands of the unruly species, the world will come to an end.”
I sucked in a breath as the mental pictures of Dykron ripping the throne of Athyles from my hands danced in my head. I clenched my fists as anger shot through my veins.
“You, as the future king, Zonor, must stop Dykron at all costs. It is time you stop fooling around and assume important duties.”
I pursed my lips. “I am not fooling around,” I snarled, unable to hold back the anger building in me.
“I hope so.” I turned around and stomped out of the throne room. Father’s words whirled in my head. Dykron would have been a great king? Really? What about me? If he was so great, why did he get banished?
I paced up and down and let out an explosive sigh. Nothing took the anger out of my system.
I needed a release. I clenched and unclenched my fists. I wanted to spank some naughty brat until her round ass turns bright pink. Then, I wanted to pound my cock into her tight cunt…but who? I never went through any woman twice. No matter how hot and gorgeous they were, I just lost interest once I got a taste of them. Then, I would be yearning for someone new.
No…father was right I had to focus on the important matters. I worked so hard to make sure that I got the right to the throne. I could not let someone else take it from me. Urgency catapulted my feet.
I turned on my heels and was about to march towards my room when a dwarf brunette crashed onto me. Anger surged in me. She bounced off my chest.
“Ouch!” She cried out. Suddenly, my heart fluttered. Her voice…she sounded so cute. Losing her balance, she stumbled back and was about to topple over. I reacted faster. I reached out and grabbed her on the arm. Her thin lace blouse that looked too big for her frail build slipped off her shoulder, revealing her perky, lush breast.
My breath caught in my throat as a surge of lust shot through me.
Fuck.
Hot blood rushed through my veins. As my cock was not stirred from thinking about spanking and pounding some naughty brat before. It was rock hard right now, poking through the front of my pants, threatening to leap out.
The petite brat looked up at me and immediately I knew who she was.
Cezane. The half-breed.
I still remembered the day hundreds of years ago. It was still fresh in my mind as if it happened just then. A spacejet half lightyear away from Athyles sent out a distress signal. It would not have stood a chance if King Zelius did not order to rescue it. Cezane was the sole survivor.
King Zelius brought her home and made her Lady Azaria’s child.
I did not remember seeing her since then. When I looked at her face again now, a stream of uncanny feelings bounced around me. She looked so different, so voluptuous…she had big, round breasts for her size.
Without uttering a word of apology, Cezane stared at me as if I was a piece of meat. I was not sure if she was in shock or in awe. But I decided it was the latter.
“You finished staring?” I asked.
Cezane blinked quickly and shook her head as if she was surprised by my words. “Excuse me?”
“You might want to fix up that blouse,” I said, though my fingers were aching to rip the rest of the clothes off, to see what she looked like underneath those thin fabric.
“Oh fuck!” Her face turned bright red as she quickly covered herself.
The shape of her perky nipple etched in my brain. I fought with every nerve within me to not throw her on the floor and do her right now.
“Nice tit.” I could not help myself.
She glared at me, acting tough. She had no idea how cute and defenseless she looked right now. I could pin her down with my weight…I would probably crush her. She was too little. I had to be gentle with her. At the same time, I wanted to pound her until she learned her place. “You have no fucking idea who I am!”
“No, I don’t,” I played dumb. Let’s see what else this princess had to offer.
“I am Princess Cezane!” she cried out.
I sneered. The truth about her identity was at the tip of my tongue. I could not tell her. The whole Athylian Palace was sworn to secrecy. The reason Cezane was alive was not just to make Lady Azaria feel better. She was also here to ensure the survival of our species.
Why did King Zelius have a countless number of wives? Because if the Plague befall upon us, most of us would be wiped out. For light years, the Athylians had been purebred. We did not have the resistance genes to survive the Plague…if one of us mates with Cezane, our future generation would stand a chance against the Plague…
Cezane should not know all these. The plan would not work if Cezane found out she was just a stolen relic to be used to ensure our species survival.
Suddenly, a wave of pity for her coursed through me. If I were her, I would be devastated to find out she was not one of us but a tool. After all, she had been raised with us.
“You cuss a lot for a princess.” I flexed my arms to relax my muscles before my cock burst out. I could pounce on her and slam my hard-on into her right now, filling that damn mouth that wouldn’t stop talking back.
Cezane cowered back. She was scared, I could tell from the look in her eyes. “You have no idea who am I, do you?”
“Do I look like I could be bothered?”
Oh, I like that attitude.
I leaned over closer to her. Cezane stepped back but I pulled her back. The skin on the back of my neck tingled with need as I smelt the fragrance of her hair whiffed into my nose.
“Aren’t you a sassy little brat? You are lucky this time I have no time to play with you right now. But if I ever see you again next time, I promise to spank you red and raw…”
The thought made my muscles taut with erotic tension. Heat roared through me. I did not want to let go of her. I wanted to feel the warmth of her soft skin against mine.
Her breathing picked up. A gasp escaped from her pouty lips. Damn. That sassy mouth was inches away from mine. She trembled against me. “I know this is what you want from me.”
“No…” Even her weak voice betrayed her need. She knew she wanted it.
I could give it to her right now.
But Cezane was off-limits. The last thing I wanted was to get on father’s wrong side especially when he just preached about someone who was going to come and get my throne.
I had to go…I had to go before my lust took over me. I let
go of her and started walking down the hallway towards my room. I could not rip her out of my mind even if I tried.
The dirty thoughts multiplied in my head. I could not help but picture Cezane all naked and under me, begging for me to take her. I wanted to fuck her in all positions. Until she cried out for my name and begged me to stop.
I wanted to come inside her and all over her, marking her with my seeds.
I wanted to claim her.
I clenched and unclenched my fists. My breathing picked up. The loud blood in my ears was punctuated by advancing footsteps coming from behind.
I turned around and staggered back as I blinked quickly. “What do you want, Cezane?” My voice came out hoarse and shallow.