The Kings Series #1 His Beauty Queen novel Chapter 2

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

How could this happen? He had grown more and more restless over the years. Volatile. Lost. Unpredictable.

How can he continue ruling and lead his people when every day he felt like he was losing his sanity.

Ever since he returned from Italy, he was stuck in his own dark world. Consumed with doubts. Cursing fate. Almost at the edge of insanity.

Why? Was he not worthy of happiness? He had never failed his people and had served them sincerely and honestly. He had devoted his life to his kind. His people. His kingdom.

All he wanted in return was his mate. The one to complete his soul.

Where was she? Did she die before he even met her? His wolf growled savagely at the thought. He winced in pain. No! He would have felt it. She was out there. He needed to find her.

Moon Goddess please help me!

Holding his temper in check, he glanced around his gloomy lair.

Buried with pack duties for days --had requested not to be disturbed by anyone, wallowing in self-pity-- and haven't had a good run with his wolf for quite some time.

Hoping his royal beta will be back early, he glanced at the grandfather clock. A competition would be a nice distraction. He knew Alexie would kill him if something happened to her mate but his beta was tough. The man can take it.

Alexander James Northam smirked at his own thoughts.

Whatever fleeting amusement he felt vanished just as it came hearing his Lycan whine. They were both hurting. Barely living.

Find mate!

It's not that easy, wolf.

Need to find mate, human!

I will. I promise.

His wolf retracted to the back of his mind, huffing, ignoring him completely. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

Ever since he was a boy, his father and mother, fated mates, had constantly lectured him about the importance of finding his mate. The one person that he needed to cherish and love about all others. Her scent forever engraved in his memory, an early gift from the goddess herself.

Each wolf will be bestowed upon such a gift when the goddess knew it was the right time. He had his when he was 18 --the time he started to think of sex and dating.

Unluckily for him, he was not able to explore sex because his cock will only get hard for his mate. On the first and only date he had, his wolf almost chomped the head off of the woman. The beast hated the smell and touch of his date. A fucking disaster! Never to be repeated.

And the tongue lashing he received from his mother was even worse.

What!? He was just a teenager with raging hormones. He thought he could explore. Which was not the case. In time, he finally accepted it. He will wait for his mate. He had to.

Truly agitated now, he got up and began to pace to the large window, watching the peaceful scenery.

His ten thousand acres of protected land was located outside of New York. With thousands of royal pack members in his compound. He reigned over North and South America, Canada, and Antarctica and the rest of the Lycan World. With loyal alphas on each city, state, and country.

The youngest King Alpha ever crowned. He may look young at 28, the age he stopped aging, however, he had been ruling for more than 100 hundred years.

Without his queen.

He exhaled heavily through his teeth. Where is my Luna, Moon Goddess?

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“Anything else, sire?” he could clearly smell the hidden invitation in her words. How he wished he could fuck his frustration away. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. And it was not even possible.

“Nothing else. Leave me in peace.” He murmured.

He gave a heavy sigh when the she-wolf left the room taking his empty dinner plate. He didn't have the energy for this, his temper simmering beneath the surface, he do not want to snap at his people, yet, he was almost there. It was only a matter of time before he would wring anyone's neck.