Protect Me Alpha King

104. Back to the Alpha King's Chamber

Alpha King Maxxwell was right.

I was searching for the right time that Zenith would be alone, but she was like a leech who was always

on the alpha king’s side, never leaving the man. It seemed like she was scared someone might steal

the man away from her.

As moments passed, I felt disgusted at how she would leech herself to Maxxwell. And the more I

looked at them, it seemed like the alpha king was no longer comfortable with what she was doing. She

was not even sensitive to what the man was feeling.

Zenith was always there in every Council meeting. She was also instructing the servants on what they

would do, especially now that her Proclamation Ceremony was fast approaching, which reminded me

that I had to be there.

Damn.

It left my mind.

Change of plan.

I will leave the palace after the proclamation ceremony, and I will tell the alpha king about it. Suppose

given a chance for that.

A servant passed by, bringing some kind of flower. I was not fond of flowers, anyway. Blocking her

path, I said, “Where will you bring that?”

She bowed at me. Almost everyone knew I was supposed to be the queen if not for Zenith’s return.

They also knew that I was the alpha king’s second-chance mate. Some accepted me, but some did not.

“Miss River. Queen Zenith asked us to bring any flowers to decorate the hallway for the upcoming

ceremony. She is waiting for this one.”

“Is she alone?”

“Yes, Miss. Alpha King Maxxwell left, saying he had somewhere else to go.”

Perfect.

“Where is she?”

“She is currently in the hallway, Miss.”

“Allow me to give it to her personally.” And without asking for permission, I yanked the flower pot away

from her. The servant gasped. “Don’t worry. She will never know it was you who gave it to me.”

I found Zenith instructing the servants where everything should be positioned. She was barking orders

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The dressmaker approached her, talking about something. Then, the man showed him some catalog of

dresses. The woman pointed to something, and after that, the man hurried away.

Before anyone could approach her, I strolled towards her, beaming at her.

“Your Grace. Where will I put this?”

She did not return my happiness.

“You!” she exclaimed. My presence was enough to ruin her day.

Not letting her anger ruin my day, I replied, “Yes, Your Grace? It is I, your humble servant. Where will I

put this pot? My hands are already sore from holding this one.”

Her face scrunched in disgust. “Why are you here? Every time I see you, something bad will always

happens. Is it not enough that you took away the alpha king last night?”

I shrugged. “We only talk. Don’t be jealous. Besides, you have the alpha king yourself. No one will take

him away from you.”

“He is mine,” she snarled. "Mine alone."

“Oh, I did not know you are the possessive type. I wonder if the alpha king felt the same?” I asked,

acting as if I was thinking.

“I will ask the alpha king to banish you.”

I flipped my hair. “No need to do that, Your Grace. I will be out of your sight forever a few days from

now. Rest easy, will you? You flatter me so much, Your Grace. I did not know you were extra observant

of me. I am not a threat to you.” Especially if I will verify that we will be siblings after this.

Queen Zenith narrowed her eyes. “You’re always not up to good.”

“Perhaps you are only jealous of me, Your Grace. Jealous that I may snatch the alpha king away from

you. Don’t worry. I won’t do that unless the alpha king is a willing victim. If you know what I mean.”

“Fuck you!” she spat.

The servants around us stopped whatever they were doing and looked in our direction.

“You’re a bitch, too,” I muttered under my breath.

“What did you say?”

I smiled sweetly at her.

Your goal, for now, is to talk to her. Not angering her, I reminded myself.

“Nothing, Your Grace. I just wanted to talk to you. Somewhere private? If that is okay with you?”

She turned her back to me. “I have no business with you. I don’t have any time for someone who never

acknowledges my authority in this palace.”

One servant was empty-handed. I called her and gave the pot to her.

No longer holding anything, I wiped my hands.

“You have business with me, actually. I am trying to catch your attention, but every time you get furious,

I will change my mind. However, I cannot delay it any further.”

“I don’t. Go now, woman. Before I will punish you for stepping on your boundaries.”

“Boundaries? What kind of boundaries are you talking about?” I pressed.

“I said go!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The servants gasped. Queen Zenith continued screaming that it felt like our eardrums would burst.

Covering my ears, I whispered, “I won’t. Let’s talk first and stop throwing tantrums, okay? You look like

a child instead of a queen.”

Queen Zenith saw red.

I stepped back, sensing her raw hatred toward me.

She sauntered towards me, her hands trembling in anger. And just before her palm reached my

cheeks, I mouthed, “Melissa Dove and Robert Dove.”

She stopped mid-air. She looked around as if she was checking if someone had heard those names,

but none. The servants were back to work, so they would not anger the queen anymore.

Gritting her teeth, she asked, “Where did you hear those names?”

“Aren’t they your parents? No. Our parents, to be precise. Am I right, Your Grace? Or will you continue

to pretend as if you do not know that?”

“Let’s talk somewhere else, woman.”

Folding my arms in front of my chest, I said, “Now we are talking, Your Grace. Led the way. Oh. Maybe

you forget, but my name is River.”

Her steps were long and in a hurry.

She bit her fingernails as if those names shook her.

Are we siblings? Why did she refuse to acknowledge our relationship? Was she furious at me for also

being the alpha king's mate?

Queen Zenith led me to the alpha king's chamber and slammed the door shut.

My eyes roamed around, missing the room. How many weeks had it been since I last stepped into this

one?

Three weeks?

I lost count of the days. Felt like a year, if I were asked.

Fighting back the emotions that were trying to resurface, I glanced at her.

"Where did you get your name?"

"When I was a baby, someone put me beside the river. Perhaps in the hope that I will be spared from

being sold? I don't know. If I could talk that time, I would choose to be with that person, my family, so I

will never feel alone."

She looked at me.

"You were from Haverstone Pack?"

"Why? Why are you acting as if you don't know, Your Grace? Is this some act? Tristan, the leader of

the rogue, said you know almost everything. Can I also say that when you disappeared a few years

ago, you were hiding among the rogues because a long time ago, Tristan Camp and Zenith Dove

already knew each other?"