Her Alpha King: A Royal Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (Royally Mated Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  A shiver skates down my spine as I stare into the dark, soulless eyes of the vampire king. He’s unearthly handsome but has this air of danger around him—the kind that makes you want to run for the hills.

  “Does anyone have any questions about the alliance we are forming here today?” Flynn asks, glancing directly at my mate.

  Rhys did put up a lot of resistance initially to ideas of a truce between fae and shifter. They’ve been at war for years, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to even talk with Flynn. I found it hypocritical considering he wanted humans to accept shifters, why couldn’t shifters accept the faeries.

  “No, mate.” Vlad shakes his head, his British accent more defined. “Just get on with this bullshit. I’m fucking starving, and you’ve got two juicy humans on offer right here.” He licks his lips as he moves his gaze between Lucy and me.

  Rhys growls at him, and I grab his hand in an attempt to calm his wolf.

  Vlad holds up his hand. “Don’t bite my fucking head off. What do you expect when you trap a hungry vampire in a room with two juicy humans for too long?”

  “Enough,” Flynn calls, clapping his hands. “Fine, you can be the first to sign your contract and swear your loyalty to this council.” Flynn passes him a piece of paper and a pen. “Next time, make sure you eat before the meeting.”

  He takes it, reading through the contract before him. “Where’s the ink?”

  Flynn smirks and hands him a knife. “You must write it in your blood.”

  He shakes his head. “Slight problem, I’m undead. How the fuck do you expect me to bleed for this?”

  Ilsa stands. “I can help with that. She waves her hands toward him, shooting him with red magic. Cut your wrist now as it will only last so long.”

  I look away as Vlad cuts himself, pouring blood into the ink well. “Nice trick, Ilsa,” he says, as I glance back and see him signing the contract in blood. “I’m out of here. He slams down the quill and stands to his feet. “See you all at the next bullshit meeting.” With that, he’s gone in a blur with his men.

  The rest of the group sign their names, most not even reading the document. Perhaps they take Vlad’s acceptance of the terms as a sign that it is safe, but as it reaches Rhys, I’m quick to grab it from him.

  He nudges me. “Give that back, princess.”

  I shake my head. “I want to give it the once over first.”

  He laughs.

  “What?”

  “You overthink everything, Anastasia. I trust Flynn with my life.”

  I raise a brow. “You wouldn’t have said that two years ago.”

  He sighs. “Fine, read it if you want.”

  I read the document, making sure that it all adds up. All the while, I can feel Flynn’s eyes on me. I glance up and see him smiling kindly, watching me. Rhys is right, there’s nothing to trick us in the contract, but I had to be sure.

  “Is it all legally correct?” Flynn asks.

  I nod, clearing my throat. “Seems to be.” I place it back down in front of Rhys, wishing it wasn’t my turn next to sign my name in blood.

  Rhys knows how squeamish I am.

  He glances at me once he’s written his name. “Do you want me to cut you?”

  I nod, glancing away.

  Aiden laughs. “I’m not sure how you get away with being so scared of blood, considering your mate is a wolf shifter.”

  I ignore him as Rhys cuts my hand. He squeezes the blood into the freshly cleaned vial. “There, ready to sign.” He passes the quill into my hand and I dip it in, before signing my name next to his.

  Anastasia Verne.

  I never get used to seeing my name with Rhys’s surname after it. Rhys takes the contract and passes it back to Flynn.

  Our wedding two years ago was perfect, even though I’d insisted I didn’t want to marry at first. He soon managed to convince me to take the step.

  We’d already welcomed our first pup as Rhys likes to call her. Whenever I said kids, he used to scold me and tell me he’s not a goat. Now we have three pups waiting for us at home, Rhian, Gwen, and Megan, as we build a better world for them.

  I set my hands on the small bump at my stomach. Rhys wants a lot of children, and we are well on our way to a full litter soon with this one. I’m two months pregnant.

  “Thank you, Anastasia. It looks like the contract is complete.” Flynn clears his throat. “I look forward to working with all of you to make this world a better place.” He claps his hands. “Council meeting adjourned.”

  Rhys is quick to stand, pulling me to my feet and slipping an arm around my shoulder protectively. He’s always protective at the best of times, but more so when I’m pregnant with his baby.

  “Anastasia,” Ilsa says, stopping me. “Would you like to know the sex of your baby?”

  I glance at Rhys, who shrugs, meaning the choice is down to me. We’ve had three girls up to now, and I know Rhys longs for a little prince. I get the feeling us girls out weight him too much at the moment. “Sure, why not.”

  Ilsa smiles widely and glances right at Rhys. “Congratulations, your prince is almost here.”

  He smiles. “Seriously?”

  She nods in response.

  Rhys grabs me and kisses me softly, smiling against my lips. “At last, a boy to tip the scales.”

  I smile. “You will still be outnumbered, though.”

  He shakes his head. “Not for long.” I feel four children is more than enough, but Rhys wants more. It’s typical for shifters and their mates to have up to ten, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for that.

  As a woman who had never really thought about having children, it seems a big ask. My mom is loving being a grandma to our pups, though. I’m so thankful she has the chance, considering I thought she was dead.

  “Don’t you think four is enough?”

  He grabs me and lifts me, spinning me around. “No chance, Anastasia, you aren’t getting off that easily. You know I want a big family.”

  I sigh as he sets me down on the floor. “Fine, but you will owe me.”

  He smirks. “I’ve got the perfect plan for this weekend. No pups allowed.”

  I tilt my head to the side, wondering what he’s talking about. “What plan?”

  He shakes his head. “It’s a secret. Follow me.” He grabs my hand and leads me out of the council room, into the main hall.

  Flynn and Lucy are standing in the center, talking. Flynn stops. “Are you ready?”

  “Ready for what?” I ask, glancing between Rhys and Flynn.

  The mischief in their eyes tells me they are up to something. Who knew my mate would end up best friends with a fae king? I didn’t see it coming three years ago. Rhys hated the fae. It took a lot of patience on Flynn’s side to get him to agree.

  “We’re ready,” Rhys says, grabbing my hands and pulling me to face him. “I told you, it’s a secret.”

  I set my hands on my hips and glare at him through narrowed eyes. “You know I hate surprises, Rhys.”

  Lucy steps forward. “You won’t hate this one.”

  Lucy has been a great friend through all of this, as we both have had similar experiences. I’m glad that we got to meet them. I’m happy the world is changing because of their mission to unite all of us.

  “Okay, if you say so, it must be true.” I smile and squeeze her hand.

  Flynn holds out his hands to both of us, and we each take one. I’ve got a feeling we are going somewhere, which means we have to disperse. I hate it. It feels like you’re being added to a washing machine and spun around on the highest spin speed.

  Suddenly, we’re moving. My stomach churns as we disperse together. Where we’re going, who the hell knows.

  We touch down in a luxurious room with the sound of fast-flowing water in the distance. Flynn disappears before I can even open my mouth.

  Rhys smirks at me. “Welcome to Brazil, princess.”

  My eyes widen. “Brazil?”

  He nods. “Yeah, we’re at t
he Iguazu National park.” He grabs my hand and leads me over to the window.

  I gasp as I take in the sight of a vast waterfall in the distance. “It’s beautiful.”

  His lips tease at my shoulder as we stare out at the stunning view in front of us.

  I arch my back as they move up my neck, trailing to the base of my ear. “Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word,” Rhys breathes.

  I know that tone of voice. He’s ready to be inside of me, and I can’t wait. His hard cock presses into my ass cheeks as I relax against him. “Why did you bring me here, Rhys?” I ask.

  He bites the lobe of my ear. “It’s the anniversary of the day we met.” I feel him tighten his grip. “Did you forget?”

  I shake my head. “Yes, sorry. My memory has been screwed up during this pregnancy.”

  He growls and nips at my shoulder. “I will have to punish you for that.” His hands move to my hips, holding me possessively. “Go and bend over the bed like a good girl,” he purrs.

  My knees shake beneath me as I move toward the bed, making sure I make eye contact with him on the way.

  He growls, hands clutching the huge erection pressing against his pants. “Don’t tease me, baby.”

  I know it’s a warning, but I can’t help it. I love the way he gets when I wind him up. His dominance rising up even stronger when I push him. “I’m not teasing you, Rhys,” I say, holding his gaze as I bend over.

  He growls, seeing that I’m not wearing any panties. “Fuck, I’m going to give you a good spanking for being a bad girl.”

  A quiver of need shoots right through me. Rhys’s promise excites me. I groan as he marches toward me, muscles straining against the tight fabric of his shirt. He grips hold of my ass cheeks, kneading them softly in his hands.

  Then, he spanks my right ass cheek hard. A blistering pain sweeps through me, setting my whole body ablaze. The way this man skates the line between pleasure and pain is solely to make me feel good. I love pain as much as pleasure. The combination of the two is intoxicating.

  I arch my back, willing him to give me more—to take me in hand, and punish me like he means it.

  He groans, hands kneading the stinging skin of my ass until he spanks me again.

  “Fuck,” I say, feeling wet heat pool between my thighs. “Please, Rhys,” I gasp as he spanks me.

  “That’s it, bad girls should always beg for it,” he growls, spanking me three more times on each cheek, before pressing his lips to the stinging skin. “I want you to grovel for my cock, baby.”

  Damn it.

  This man knows how to wind me up like no one else. “Please, Rhys,” I say, against my better judgment. “Please, fuck me.”

  I can almost hear the smugness in his tone. “Hmm, is that what you want?”

  I groan, fisting the sheets beneath me as he continues to tease.

  He spanks my ass again. “Answer me, princess.”

  I nod my head. “Yes, just fuck me, Rhys,” I whine.

  He’s still fully dressed, but I hear him undo his belt. My thighs quiver as I wonder if he intends to use it on my ass—he’s done that a few times before, and it’s intense.

  He drops it to the floor, and I’m not sure whether I’m glad or disappointed. The sound of his zip coming down has my thighs quivering.

  I glance back, trying to get a look at him, but he spanks me for it.

  “Face forward.”

  I keep my eyes forward, as he grips my hips possessively. The way this man is so dominant and protective makes me insane. My heart pounds at a hundred miles an hour as he drags the swollen head of his cock between my soaking wet lips.

  I moan, arching my back in an attempt to slide him inside of me.

  His fingertips tighten on my hips, and he bends over my back to nibble on my ear. “Tell me how much you want it, baby,” he groans, keeping his lips against my ear lobe.

  The desire to have him inside of me is too much. “I want it more than anything, Rhys, please, fuck me.” I’m shaking so much I struggle to get out each word.

  A deep, rumbling growl rips through his chest. A warning that he is losing control of his human side.

  He grabs my hips harder and drags me back onto his cock, slipping through my soaking wet entrance. I may be more used to his size now, but every time we make love, I feel like I’m stretching to fit him inside. Once every inch is deep inside of me and his balls rest against my aching clit, he stills.

  He’s a real tease today.

  I move my hand to my aching clit and rub.

  He spanks my ass. “No, baby. I make you come. You know the rules,” he growls.

  I glance over my shoulder. “Then get on with it and fuck me.”

  He smirks, before digging his fingers into my hips harder. “You asked for it.”

  I groan as he starts to fuck me hard and deep, dragging his cock out only to plunge back in harder and faster. This is what I craved. I need him to take me hard and fast.

  Rhys slides the tip of his canines down my spine, stilling inside of me. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he groans, groping my ass cheeks in his large hands. “I’ll never get tired of fucking this tight pussy.” He spanks my ass and moves again, slow and deep.

  He’s teasing me. He heard that I want it hard and fast.

  “Yeah, I did, baby.” He spanks my ass again. “You know how good it is when I tease you.” He spanks my other ass cheek. “You know how hard you come.”

  A shiver travels through my whole body. I do know how hard I come when he draws out my release, making me so desperate, so needy. “Fuck,” I say, arching my back as he spanks my ass three more times.

  “Take it, princess,” he groans, digging his nails into my hips enough to sting. “Fuck.” He picks the speed up, hips thrusting hard and fast.

  I groan as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me against his back. His cock is still embedded deep inside of me. Somehow, he spins me on his shaft, so I’m facing him. His strength never ceases to amaze me.

  His eyes are glowing so brightly. His canines fully lengthened.

  I cry out as he sinks them into my bottom lip, piercing the skin, and licking the blood. He has gone full wolf. The beast is free. He begins to pump me up and down his shaft as I cling to his neck.

  I groan as my sensitive nipples brush against his muscular chest. The pressure builds to infernal as he thrusts into me two more times. My body is ready to explode. He has me right on edge. “Please, Rhys,” I groan, pressing my lips to his softly. “I need to come.”

  He smiles against my lips. “Come for me, then. Come all over my cock, baby.”

  It’s all I need to explode. Stars flash through my vision and I cry his name over and over again. It’s powerful and all-consuming, much like our love. I feel the bond flare in me, strengthening even more if it’s possible. The more time passes, the more I love him.

  Rhys groans as he comes undone, pumping his seed deep inside of me. His lips press against my neck as I keep my head back.

  “Fuck,” I breathe.

  He smiles against my skin. “You could say that again.”

  Rhys lifts me and wraps the bedsheet around me. He carries me out onto our balcony. The rush of water in the distance is peaceful and calming, as the sun begins to set behind the stunning falls.

  It bathes the entire scene in a mix of pink and red. I’ve never seen a view so breathtaking in my life. “It’s amazing,” I say, as Rhys settles on a day bed, holding me in his lap.

  His muscular arms wrapped around me as he keeps my back pressed to his chest. I always feel so small in his arms, but so protected. “It is.”

  He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “I love you, Anastasia,” he murmurs.

  A tear snakes down my cheek. “I love you too.”

  We fall silent, watching the beautiful wonder in front of us. Our journey has been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  THE END

  Thank you for reading Her Alpha King, the second book in
The Royally Mated series. I hope you enjoyed following Rhys & Anastasia’s story. The next book follows Aiden & Ilsa’s story and will be available through Kindle Unlimited or to pre-order on Amazon.

  Her Dragon King: A Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Dragons and witches never mix, but she is mine.

  My father’s sudden death means I have to select a wife. A ball is set up with an invitation to all the dragon princesses. I’m told I have to select a bride by the end of the night, but I’m not feeling it.

  Until she steps into the room. A woman who most certainly isn’t royalty. My dragon roars to attention, recognizing her as my mate.

  I ask her to dance to the disgust of everyone else. I don’t care what they think. I don’t care that my mate is a witch. I don’t care that this will cause an uproar when the truth is revealed.

  She needs my help to locate her family, and I can’t deny her anything. I want to claim her and make her mine, but I have to win her trust. Dark secrets behind her family’s capture will test our bond.

  I'm determined to overcome the odds and claim her—no matter what.

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