Alpha's Secret Bride-Chapter 86: The Night He Chose Love Over the Throne

"Moon-fall, Alpha’s mate!"

She lifted her face and saw Mrs. Thompson smiling at her. She tried to force a smile, but she couldn’t return her smile.

"What is bothering you?" She asked, moving closer to her.

"Nothing," she replied with a flat tone that clearly showed she was bothered.

"It’s a few minutes past nine already and I think you should be with your mate. He has the solution to whatever is troubling your mind," she grinned.

"We slept together last moon-fall and I think he.... needs some break," she whimpered, standing up from the chair. Mrs. Thompson burst into laughter.

"Alpha’s mate, you don’t even know how to lie."

"Fine! I’m bothered and I need to think."

"What you need this moon-fall is a good dose of a feel-good chemical. You are not happy at all. Go to him, he will make you happy."

She walked past her and she followed her and continued lecturing her on the benefits of making love to her mate. She wondered why she rarely talked about anything else except making love to her mate.

She threw herself on her bed as soon as she entered her bedchamber. Mrs. Thompson sat beside her, placed her legs on her lap, and began to massage her feet.

She knew her mate would be expecting her to come to his chamber for the cuddling he promised her, but she needed a moment alone to think about how to handle the issue that was bothering her. She tried to support his idea, but she couldn’t. She slowly dialed Brooklyn’s number.

"Hi, Brooklyn," she said with a sad tone. She kept quiet for a while. She heard heavy breathing in the background. She guessed she slept in her moonmate’s pack house.

"Emma, what happened?" She asked with a fainting tone.

"Nothing"

"Why are you sounding so low?"

"My mate wants to exempt himself from the throne."

"What? He wants to abdicate?"

"Yes"

"Oh my moon goddess! Why?"

"The alpha king and the royal council invited me and he believes I will be manipulated again."

Brooklyn kept quiet as if she didn’t hear what she said.

"Brooklyn!"

"Emma, listen; I don’t blame him for believing you will be manipulated again. You disappointed him and all those who believed in you the last time you had a meeting with the King. You didn’t try to hear from him before leaving. You didn’t even call me! If I were him, I would not allow you to honor the invitation."

"I’m wiser now!"

"I lost count of how many times you said this."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I’m not saying anything; I’m just queuing behind your mate."

"Brooklyn, his father will be devastated!"

"Oh, my moon goddess! Emma, I can’t believe you are worried about an alpha king who did not want you to be his Prince’s mate."

"He is a nice alpha, full of wisdom, and... he doesn’t hate me, but my sibling is..." she paused and took a deep breath.

"Your sibling is controlling him, I guess."

"Yes"

"He doesn’t have a mind of his own and that made him unwise."

"Brooklyn, everyone knows he is a wise king."

"I thought he was until I met someone that is close to him! Now, listen. If the king is wise like you just said, he would have known his prince would give up on his birthright if he failed to support him. He wouldn’t have chosen to listen and obey a she-wolf over his prince’s happiness! Please, do not stop your mate. He understands his pack-kins more than you and knows the language they understand. Allow him to speak the language! Do not stop him! I know the whole kingdom will shoot guns at you if you ever let this happen, but consider his happiness first and take the bullets for him!"

"Brooklyn, I..."

"I’m busy right now. I’ll call you later in the moon-fall; let’s talk more on this topic."

"Did you get a chance to talk to your neighbor?"

"Yes"

"She said she would notify me if she receives another letter from your mother."

"How often does the letter come?"

"I don’t know, I...didn’t ask her."

"Alright," she said and hung up. Mrs. Thompson pointed at the intercom. She looked up and saw the light blinking. She didn’t know how long it had been blinking but she knew it was her mate. She hesitated before pulling the remote closer.

"Starlit, please come to my chamber; I want to cuddle you," he said with a smokey masculine voice that was difficult to disobey. However, she managed to disobey it.

"No, starlit."

"Why," he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I... want to be alone."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No"

"I want to cuddle you now.

Silence.

Alright, I’m coming over," he said when she refused to respond to him.

"I guess you didn’t notice I changed my door."

"Of course, I did."

"How do you intend to get inside?"

"Oh my moon goddess! My moonblessed one, are we fighting?" He laughed. She smiled but didn’t make it loud enough to be heard. Mrs. Thompson smiled too.

"I’m sorry I made you cry today. It’s all for good. What’s the point of holding onto my position as the moon Prince when I can’t be a good leader without you? Come to my chamber and I will give you more reasons why I made the decision."

He slowly increased the soft music that was playing in his chamber. He knew "I can show you the world’ was her favorite song. She guessed he put it on to mess her mind up. A strong urge to cuddle the song out came on her. She began to toss and turn, holding her pillow, imagining she was relaxing on his chest. He took a deep breath after a few minutes of silence.

"My heart leaps with joy each time I remember that I’m your mate and you are mine too. If you are having trouble sleeping this moon-fall, just know that your mate is just a few feet away and you are always welcome in my arms. I love you to the moon and back, starlit," he said, and the intercom light went off. Deep pangs of loneliness and longing to be with him began to eat her up.

"I heard what you told your moonally and I support you for not supporting your mate’s decision to walk away. His pack-kins needs him as well as they needed you, but they are yet to realize. It’s just a question of time and patience. No one can make him change his mind except you."

"What do you think I should do?"

"You are strong-willed for a reason. Just follow your heart and always put his happiness ahead of anything you are doing."

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson."

"That pillow is not your mate. Please, set the innocent pillow free," she said, and they giggled.

She slowly got down from bed and left her chamber immediately Mrs. Thompson left. His bedchamber door opened as soon as she placed her palm on the scanner and she was surprised he was not on his bed.

She noticed the first painting she saw the first day she walked into his bedchamber had been removed and replaced with another beautiful painting without a lake. She really loved the first picture. It was quite nostalgic. She stood still as she wondered why he removed it.

"Oh...my...moon goddess! He is serious!" She murmured.

"Serious about what?" He asked. She quickly turned and saw him drawing again. She walked slowly towards him.

"I guess the lake is the throne, right?"

"Yes and I have taken it out of our lives, hence the new painting," he smiled. He seemed to be very happy with the decision. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips. She moved closer and began to pull her clothes off slowly. His eyes widened as he stared at her. She sat before him totally unclad.

"Draw me," she smiled seductively.

"Are you sure?" He asked, blinking rapidly, taunted by the shapely beauty of her naked wolf. She fixed her eyes on him and didn’t say anything.

He quickly tossed the picture he was painting aside and began to draw her. His hands were vibrating as though he was seeing her naked for the first time. She guessed her private part that was dripping with sweet nectar overwhelmed him.

He jumped on her as soon as he was through and licked her up. She felt her knees weaken as his mouth descended on her portal. She succumbed to the forceful domination of his lips. His hands moved magically over her smooth and big bosom, running deliciously up and down. She lay on the floor panting and her chest heaving crazily.

Their closeness always feels like heaven and the feel of his rough girth against her private portal won’t stop exalting her and making her go crazy. There really aren’t enough words to describe the exhilarating moment of getting intimate with her mate. The fireworks and explosions that come each time their wolves come together make her feel as though she was on top of the packland and give him intense pleasure. They won’t stop giving each other tender bites all over their wolves.

They held each other tight. A weird mixture of happiness and wistful feelings swept through her wolf and forced tears out of her eyes. The tears began to flow behind her eyes as she looked into his eyes. He kept licking them up.

"My heart breaks each time I see tears on your face, my moonblessed one. Are you still sad about my decision?" He asked. She nodded and looked away.

"I’ll give you the one full moon-cycle you asked for," he whispered, placing his forehead on hers. She nodded, holding his head firmly. He pulled his wolf out slowly, lifted her, and eased her down on the bed. They snuggled up and continued mesmerizing themselves. They couldn’t have enough of each other despite snuggling up all through the moonfall. "There’s something you need to know about me." Brandon whispered in her ear.