The Alpha Kings Last Regret

Queen Penelope who was expecting a child, was on her way to visit an old fortune teller outside Odyssey. She went along with King Kenneth, her husband who hadn't left her side since he was told about their forthcoming child.

"Would it hurt?" Queen Penelope asked, searching the eyes of her beloved for reassurance and security. She wanted to know if the fortune teller would have to do something to her in order to tell her future as she had never visited them in the past.

"No, my love." He responded, "but I would have loved it if you went to your sisters, they have been white witches for decades and must have mustered different dimensions to use their powers." He explained, his stomach rumbled so loud it was audible to her ears and even when he wanted to pretend that he was okay by walking fast ahead of her, she already knew.

"You're hungry." She stated in a firm voice, pulling him by the hand and dragging him back so that he was towering over her. He was huge, well built and strong, a huge contrast from her small form.

"I'm fine," he breathed deeply, "I can wait a few weeks until our child is here," he whispered but she wasn't going to take any of it. He needed to feed and that was all that mattered to her.

"Feed," she ordered, stretching out her hand in front of her while pulling up part of the coat that covered her wrist.

He stared longingly at her wrist, the rush of blood through her veins got even more audible tto his ears. Yet he fought every urge to lick and pierce his fangs into her wrist as he has always done. He couldn't do it, he didn't want to as he feared that he might hurt their child.

Subconsciously, he held her hand and was beginning to lean in but realizing what he was about to do, he threw her hands off, "No! Penelope." He yelled, looking away from her and panting heavily.

"I insist." She said in a plea, holding his hand firmly with her other hand and he shook her head.

"No, you need your strength and enough blood for our child to be healthy and for you as well." He pleaded as he was beginning to lose the self-control he had displayed earlier. He was terribly hungry and if she pressed on a little further, he just might give in.

She pulled her wrist even further to his lips and his fangs were beginning to peep out of his mouth. She brushed her wrist forcefully over his fang and caused a tear.

The strong metallic scent hit his nose and he quickly turned around to see her staring at her wrist in fear, crimson red fluid gushed out of her wrist and although he was confused as to how she got hurt, his eyes were beginning to glitch. They dilated turning red and his upper canines began to peep out his mouth, sharp and hard.

"You. Did. Not," he said in a raspy voice, taking fast steps away from her yet she drew closer. "I can't," he said as he fought his eyes to remain normal, "I can't, Ugh!!!" He shouted, jerking back and forth, shivering as a result of his resistance. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead when he suddenly stopped and turned around to face her with bright red eyes, large dark veins had formed on the side of his face but she wasn't scared, rather, she stared in awe holding up her bleeding wrist so he could have his full.

Going down on his knees so that he was at a convenient height with her, he flipped his tongue over her bleeding wrist, and licking the oozing blood, he pierced his fang into her wrist. For some reason, her blood seemed to be a lot tastier than it had been the last months but he was too hungry to think about it.

She brushed his jet black hair when she felt a tingling sensation shoot through her veins, it made her excited, ecstatic and he knew it but he had to be careful in order not to suck her dry.