The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 59

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 59 by desirenovel

Serena

“I have a smaller boat too, but Mr. and Mrs. Bradley uses it,” Aero told me while we ate inside a taverna

by the sea in the very charming village of Lesvos. Our table was near an arched window overlooking a

windy but stunning beach.

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really demanded to be attended too. I chose the spot where to eat and he chose the food since I wasn’t

acquainted with the menu yet. Fluently, he spoke Greek with the waiter and I just listened, amazed by

how flexible he was both in Phanteon and on Earth.

“I believe they’re still here right now. They only visit my island in the afternoon.”

He looked up at me with that mischievous expression of his again.

“I lied, you know,” he finally said.

My lips curved upward just as my eyes narrowed at him. “Oh yes, I know,” I said, already feeling like

the winner. “I know you lied about the caretaker and his wife coming to the house.”

He smirked at me, almost taking pride in my confession. “When did you figure it out?”

I forked a square of cheese and ate it first before answering: “When we left the house. They still hadn’t

arrived. I was actually looking forward to meeting them. And then, when we were at the dock, I noticed

that your yacht was the only sailboat visible.”

“Very observant, my queen. I’m impressed.”

“Hmf,” I rolled my eyes heavenward and relaxed on my chair. “And what pray tell was your motive for

doing that?”

He drank his wine and then cracked another grin on me. “I enjoyed seeing you squirm.”

I bit my bottom lip and quickly, reached across the table to steal his prized wine.

“You really are a bully,” I drank it in one gulp, and then lifted it up in the air. “The king of all bullies!”

He laughed; the dark richness of his laughter made my insides flutter.

“Thank you. That’s a compliment, Serena.”

“Stupid ass king,” I murmured, sinking back into my chair and glared at him.

“Are you afraid of heights?” he asked again with still that infuriating smirk of his.

“No, but who wouldn’t be afraid to suddenly see a hundred-foot drop to the sea without warning!” I

hastened to say, venting out my frustration in the lowest voice I could make. There were still customers

inside the taverna after all.

He then stood up after giving me a hard stare. Reaching out his hand, he pulled me from my seat and

gave me a really long, I-don’t-give-a-fuck-if-the-waiter-is-watching-us kind of kiss.

My knees weakened. Heck, all of my joints weakened.

“Day by day I learn new things about you,” he whispered against my forehead while his hands cupped

my face.

I controlled the fluttering feeling inside my stomach. My God, this man had turned from a hard block of

stone to a soft cotton ball. I can’t anymore.

“That’s what we agreed right?” I said, “To know more about me and how different I am to other

women?”

“Yes,” he answered in a hushed tone; his lips still against my forehead. “Makes me feel all the more a

dickhead for treating you badly.”

I sensed the regret in his voice and that little spark of anger, so in haste, I looked up and palmed his

jaw.

“Hey, every day I’m starting to understand you too. Your sacrifices, your strengths, your kindness, your

loneliness…”

Then, I traced his damnable lips.

“You’re opening up to me, Aero. That’s quite an achievement.”

“Are you sure you’re not a witch that has cast a spell on me?”

I chuckled.

“Why? Is the Alpha King of Phanteon susceptible to witch spells?”

He arched a brow.

“No, I’m immune, but maybe they discovered a new form of magic. Maybe they created a lo—”

He suddenly paused, cringed a little, then drew an inch backward away from me.

“Never mind. Forget what I said.”

I wasn’t sure what he was just about to say that time, but it certainly sounded like the first syllable for

lo-ve. Love. But as tantalizing as the notion was, I didn’t want to entertain myself with it too when I was

in deep shit myself–confused with my own feelings. Now wasn’t the time at all.

“Well, I’m going to tell you one honest bit, Your Majesty,” I stated, acting like nothing was amiss,

withdrawing from his embrace and facing the pristine white sand and beach. “If I was a witch in

disguise and had cast a spell on you, you probably had turned into a toad already as punishment for

being the ill-mannered, meanest king ever.”

He chuckled at this.

“Yes, you certainly have a point.” He held my hand and squeezed it tight. “Now, do you want to eat

dessert or continue touring?”

“Tour please,” I smiled at him. “And maybe buy something for Rhea and Elijah?”

A frown appeared on his face then.

“Just Rhea,” he said, “You don’t need to think about my brother.”

I released a long sigh in response.

“Oh, don’t be too harsh on him. He’s the reason why we’re together, you know.”

Right then and there, I saw his expression lighten.

“Hmm, indeed, he is,” he murmured; his tone soft and appreciative.

Just like planned, we toured the next village, specifically visiting buildings, stalls, and stores that caught

my eyes. At one point, I saw an establishment that catered to almost everything of Greece’s

merchandise. Grabbing Aero’s elbow, we entered the building and I started choosing baubles that

would fit the two lovebirds in Phanteon.

There were a lot of customers inside: from Asians to Europeans, to Americans, all were as enthusiastic

as I was with buying. Aero just silently followed me as I transferred from one shelf to the other.

When I reached a new shelf, I suddenly paused and glanced behind. Aero arched his brow in silent

question. Smiling, I picked up a small blue box with a grossly informative picture.

A picture of a condom.

After making love with him a number of times, I knew wearing this birth control device would only be a

waste, but still, who said I couldn’t have a little fun and test his reaction?

“Hm?” I voiced out.

His sharp eyes stared at the box for two counts, then to me, then back to the box and flatly said, “No.”

“But, this is safe se—” I tried to explain, but then he cut me off.

“I know what that is, Serena, and still, the answer is no.”

He took the box from my hand and tossed it back to the basket like it had herpes; his face a picture of

disgust.

“I’m not wearing that dreadful thing,” he declared openly. I couldn’t help but giggle. It was fun to watch

him complain.

“Oh, you like it raw huh?” Someone—a woman with a Mediterranean accent—suddenly voiced out from

behind him. She was as tall as him, with a slender figure, long, sunkissed hair, and breasts that almost

pop out of her strapless dress. She was beautiful, I admit, but she was eyeing Aero provocatively. My

husband.

“My kind of man,” she added, then puckered her lips.

An emotion, deadlier than anger, suddenly fired up inside me.

“Exc—” I was about to say, but I suddenly fell silent when I felt an energy from Aero. An energy that

was definitely murderous.

I looked at him and true to my description, his eyes, they lit like it was looking for the God of Death

himself.

“Disappear from my sight, pest,” he said in a dark, menacing voice.

The woman, from sexily flaunting herself, flinched backward with her lips quivering and sweat trickling

down her forehead.

“Uh…I’m sorry,” smiling awkwardly, I stepped in and grabbed Aero’s elbow, “he sometimes has mood

swings.”

I lowered my head, supposedly feeling jealous but now feeling sorry for her, and muttered, “Excuse us.”

I pulled Aero away and out of the store lightning fast; my heart thumping and my insides flipping.

Really, here I was feeling suddenly jealous with that woman’s obvious flirting when in fact, I didn’t need

to be. Aero still harbored the same hate for women as the past. I’m unsure whether I should be happy

about this or not, but one thing was for sure, this situation gave me a good laugh inside.

“You almost made her cry!” I told him when we were a good distance away from the store. I wanted to

hold my laugh, but it just escaped from my mouth unchecked.

“I won’t hold myself responsible for such weak outburst,” he grounded, crossing his hands over his

chest. “Tsk, women are nosy creatures.”

Placing a hand on my chest, I recomposed myself and took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay, now ′that’ I have to agree,” I stated, watching Aero’s constipated expression. I straightened up

and placed a hand on his chest, to where the heart lay and said: “We probably should return to

Phanteon before you meet another one of my kind and scare her away. Sounds good, yeah?”

Gradually, a soft smiled emerged cracking his glower.

“I’ll grant whatever the queen requests.”