The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 10: Hate

**Nicholas**

I gave Florence a long, intense look, ignoring her words. My eyes no longer contain fury, instead, they now contain malice. My gaze fixed on her hazel eyes that were warmed by inner gold. Her irises flicker with hurt and rage.

I could hear my beast growling at my head. Fortunately, I blocked him. I cannot succumb to the bond and let my wolf control me. The woman before me was utterly powerless.

I saw her profile earlier and it states she cannot shift and the fact that I cannot sense her wolf just confirmed it. It was kinda funny because her surname—Lancaster was the same as that of strong and infamous crazed rogue but she was the exact opposite of him. And I couldn't acknowledge a lady who was not a Lycan.

It was almost unacceptable to think that she was related to that Rogue King.

I grabbed her chin. A high-pitched cry came from her red and luscious lips while her soft hand grabbed my wrist. It was funny seeing her struggle in vain. I then dragged my other index finger at my bare arm. I felt her shivering under my touch, making him grin.

The intense pleasure that a bond between mates may bring about for one another with a simple touch was something I just valued about them. After all, it was the reason I had purchased her. To warm my bed and serve as my mistress. I instantly knew she was mine the second she set foot on the stage.

I cannot let other men get what belongs to me.

"I will not waste the gift of the goddess for me if I can do so much more" I murmured.

As soon as I touched Florence's arm, she shut her eyes. As the sparks continued to linger on my touch, she tightened her hand at her side.

"Don't touch me" she gritted.

Again, I ignored her nonsense blabbering. I glanced over my shoulder where the club was, “Don't think about uttering those phrases of rejection or blood will be on your hands tonight”

She glared at me with angry tears streaming down her cheeks, "Don't you fcking dare!"

I smirked sinisterly, "Continue displaying that attitude and we should see what happens to that old woman"

“I hate you so much” she holds his deadpan gaze, “You are a bastard, a monster that I will hate until my last breath”

Her words were like a dagger stabbed repeatedly at me and to my wolf that brought nothing but fiercer vexation in my heart that transformed into a rage in a snap. I controlled myself and instead outstretched my hand where my gamma immediately put down a white cloth that was stained with the strong scent of chemicals.

"What is that?" she asked, her voice laced with panic.

My grip on Florence tightened and a cry came out her lips while she thrashed out from my hold. The panic swirled in her eyes.

She yelled, recognizing the scent, “Stop! No! What are you doing—”

But her words hang in the air as I cover her nose and mouth with the cloth. She tried to stop holding her breath but I harshly pressed it even more that she was forced to take a breath. The scent of the drug was strong and made for shifters. Her eyes widen as it slowly closes on its own and her body gives up fighting.

I just stared at the motionless body of my mate on the ground. The sight brings guilt that I thought I had none slowly crept into me but I immediately pushed it back. I never felt sympathy or guilt no matter how many people I killed after living for a hundred years but this woman just easily awakened it. I cannot let this woman influence me more.

I shut my eyes, and took a deep breath, calming myself. What I did was to only make her faint for hours until we reached the airport. Hurting her to this degree was not my plan, but I did in the end. I was overcome with rage at the first sight of her because my mate was like her. Powerless.

"Do you want me to carry her, Alpha?" Isaac offered.

"No need" I lifted her like a groom carrying his bride.

She was so light as a feather. My skin tingles in desire as I touch her. Her sweet scent is alternately sweet and green. It was addicting.

In a hurry, Isaac flung open the door for them. I enter the vehicle with Florence in my arms and place her on the plush bench seat. I sat down in the seat opposite her and the car quickly began to move. I tried to relax on the backrest and allowed myself to inhale her natural sweet scent. A purple mark was starting to take shape on her face. She was stunning. Too gorgeous.

Her long, thick eyelashes caressed her skin complemented by beautifully thick brows and a sharp nose. Her gorgeous, perfectly crimson, heart-shaped lips were slightly pursed. And lastly, her curves. Goddess, her body was flawless, enough to bring those Alphas and werewolves to their feet and worship her. Her small waist, curvier hips, supple, and more than a handful of breasts that were popping out from her thin and short clothes, and her long, fair legs formed an hourglass-shaped figure. Her skin felt so smooth and soft when he touched her earlier. It was tempting. She had skin that was velvety against his own, and he yearned to touch her and experience that softness once again.

It was still fresh in my mind the way she took a glance at the tinted glass room. Those sensual gazes of her hazel eyes.

I had a lot of encounters with women who were gorgeous and with tempting bodies and all of them were good in bed. But my little mate surpassed them with her. She was perfect to be my mistress.

And that is just how Florence will be.

*My mistress, never my Luna.*