Stolen By The Alpha: M/M Mpreg Page 2

  The kingdom had begun to fail, now it was failing me.

  The slow painful descent had started and there was only one decision that could shed a light on our epidemic.

  "Doven. Dear brother, quickly make another one of those teleportation devices. I need to travel back down to Andail and take their prince."

  "Kidnapping?! Will that--"

  "Yes," I interrupted, "it will work. Go, make my device. I will be waiting."

  Doven frowned, but ran out of the office to do as I demanded.

  The King of Andail was a proud Omega who ruled his planet and kingdom without an Alpha. What a terrible mistake.

  His son would be mine and would die by my hands if they further refused to give us Flagestrin.

  I marched back down the hallway to check on Zyntha. Doctors were huddled outside of her room… placing flowers by her door.

  My heart died a million deaths, and the energy evaporated out of my body. The surge of Alpha testosterone I once had flowing through my veins had slowed down to a halt. I was reduced to a trembling man, weak with sullen emotion.

  'No... My light, my light! This can’t be!'

  "What is the meaning of this?!" I roared, running up to them.

  The doctors all had tears in their eyes and tragic faces. I broke down and scooped up the flowers at her door.

  "Zyntha!" I cried. “Zyntha, no!” My cries thundered down the hall, the whole kingdom could hear me. What sought to rip away my dear Zyntha? What was causing these cruel turn of events? If I ever found out, I’d take that person or thing and torture it. Make it live in utter painful chaos while I unleashed my flaring anger upon them like a fiery whip.

  I went to open the door but one of the doctors grabbed my wrist, risking certain death. He met my gaze with deep rooted understanding and a plea for me to listen to him.

  "Release me!" I growled.

  "But, King Sydelman! We don't want you getting sick. We don't even know if it's contagious! We need you! This kingdom needs you! Please, don't go in,” the doctor begged.

  My body quivered as my hand was only inches from the door. The light in my world had vanished and there was no going back. But the doctor had reminded me what was important right now, and Zyntha would agree. The kingdom needed me, and despite the shit that happened, there was still a way out. A Sydelman never gave up. I was an Alpha, and I’d show my kingdom how a real Alpha King ruled and protected his people.

  The sorrow and pain that permeated my heart made me double down in agony.

  How did this even begin? One day our kingdom thrived, and the next, people fell ill, some even died. Now my sister had joined them in the next universe, her precious soul gone from me.

  This kingdom was dying all around me.

  ***

  This time I was prepared. I had on my Kevlar skin suit and more modern weapons attached to my belt.

  I sat in a chair, waiting for Doven to come through the door. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot up and down. I hated being patient in times like this.

  'What the hell is taking him so long?' I thought, looking at the clock and cracking my knuckles.

  The thought of Ethan being here, in my kingdom made me feel some sort of way. His floral sugary scent made my crotch tingle and the alpha in me roar. Maybe, just maybe, when I get him up here, I'd make him want me. Such a soft body and strong will, it was amusing.

  If we were on good terms, I could see Zyntha taking a great liking to him.

  "No, Lilith, don't!" Doven pleaded beyond the door.

  Lilith, one of our council members barged through the doors and made her way over to me. Doven tried to pull her back, but she scratched his hand.

  "King, please listen to me! This teleportation of his can cause long term health effects!"

  "I don't care. If you have nothing to add then leave us. I need to save this kingdom."

  Doven took her by the shoulder, but she broke his touch and turned back to me.

  "Fine! If you're really doing this, then there's something you should know."

  I got out of my seat and stepped inside the circle that would transport me.

  "What is it?"

  She handed me a small disk. "This. It will send you to his room."

  "Who's room?" I asked, folding my arms.

  "Prince Ethan's room. I was able to gather blueprints of all the mansions and manors of different planets some years ago and made this disk to his room when I heard they refused to give us Flagestrin."

  "Is that so?"

  "I didn't know Doven would give you the teleportation means this early. I never really expected it to get this far, but a part of me knew and that's why I made this."

  I took the small disk from her hand. It boasted beautiful hues of the rainbow as it glinted in the soft light.

  "Thank you, Lilith. You'll be promoted for this."

  She bowed. "No need, my King. Just save our planet."

  "Yes. Doven."

  He fitted the teleportation device on my wrist and I slipped the small disk into the only slot I saw.

  The red button glowed with various colors then turned black. It was time.

  "Wish me luck!"

  "All the luck and miracles, my King!" Lilith cheered.

  I pressed the button and my body melted into space.

  The fast travel pulled at my skin, a rush of lights glittering and zooming past me.

  Everything around me had begun to go dark. Suddenly, without injury, I was standing in his room. His scent swirled around me, greeting me into his abode.

  Prince Ethan had a small pond in his room with a tree that had mangos.

  This scent, it cried out to me, touched me in the deepest parts of my heart. I yearned, ached for him as if he were my… mate?

  No, I shook the thought off. My kingdom came first.

  'Such an immature thought.'

  I looked around his room, maybe there was some Flagestrin lying around. I'd have to hide soon, for his guards would be checking his room, and I needed him to be inside the room with the doors closed before I took him.

  On his dresser I saw an anemone. It must've been from the field where we met earlier.

  It sat on top of a note.

  It said...

  'My beloved King Drake.'

  Chapter Three

  Ethan

  Dinner wasn't as lively as it usually was.

  The dancers and the colorful food would always make me smile. But the only thing I could think about was him, King Drake.

  I've seen Alphas before, but not like him. He was a king in every way.

  His presence was real, and his cockiness tickled something within me. The way he teased me… made me think.

  I was a healthy Omega, I should've had a mate by now. But I was still worried about my father. He'd probably faint if I even mentioned something about wanting a mate.

  He was already caging me up in the palace because of what happened earlier on today.

  I took a small bite of goat and carrots. My father's glare from across the table was agonizing and silently interrogating me.

  I kept myself from entertaining his stare.

  My mind wanted to wander around King Drake's mysterious entrance into our world. He teleported here, but why?

  Father mentioned he was the enemy, yet he didn't hurt me when he saw me.

  "Ethan!" my father spoke. He didn’t care for my silence. "Speak, you're never this quiet during dinner."

  "..."

  My father took a sip of his whine and sat down his cup. He lifted an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.

  "I want to know what you're thinking about."

  "..."

  My father grew displeased with my silence. He jumped out of his seat and slammed his hands down on the table. "Ethan Andail!"

  The dancers stopped and people held their breath. My father wasn't known to have a short fuse, and people never saw him angry.

  Until now.

  "Father, there are people in this room," I reminded
him.

  He looked out the side of his eye and sat down.

  "I will keep you inside this palace unless you tell me what that man wanted. Did he say anything?"

  "You know, it's ironic how you keep secrets, yet you want to know all of mine."

  My father sucked his teeth and stabbed at his goat. "I'm your father, those rules don't apply to me."

  I threw down my fork and got up.

  "Pray tell, where are you going?"

  "..."

  "Guards, don't let him leave this palace."

  The pain and worry that my father harbored turned him into a control freak. I couldn't bear being like this anymore. How could I be happy when I wasn't allowed to complete my role as prince?

  As far as other planets were concerned, I didn't exist. I had no say so, no power, and no voice.

  The guards followed behind me, keeping up with my pace. When I went into my room, I slammed the doors closed and went to my bed.

  The locks to my doors clicked, the guards locked me in once again.

  This heaven that I once knew had turned into a prison. A hell of locked doors and lies. Secrets and lies.

  I was broken.

  And with the cracks that my soul sustained, something leaked out.

  It was called rebellion, and it crawled up my throat and leached through my veins. It tasted good and felt like a delicious stretch early in the morning.

  I went over to the drawer where I had left my flower and a note to remember Drake's name by. I grazed my finger across the soft petal of the anemone, catching the light fragrance of the field I picked it from. Oh, it was engraved in my memories. The softness of the anemone field, the hard, sweaty and rigid texture of King Drake’s skin. That was one of the few adventurous moments I’ve had in my life so far.

  I placed it inside my shirt and opened my window. The burst of the night air swirled in and greeted me. I was going to be free. One day I'd come back, but I craved adventure and excitement. I wanted to learn the things I should've learned by now. One day I'd become the ruler of this land, and then what? What would I possibly bring to the table? My knowledge of flowers and limited magic? How sweet the goat should taste and which dancers to use?

  No, I needed to know more. Feel more.

  Love, and maybe heart break.

  Fighting and maybe losing.

  The taste of truly living. If I didn't have that, I had nothing at all.

  I filled a small sash with precious gems and things of value. Then I stepped on the ledge of the window to climb out. I looked over and saw how high up I was in the air. There were many ledges and jagged surfaces to climb down.

  I've scaled trees, so I hoped this would be no different.

  I turned around and my foot slipped against the smooth marble surface. Great.

  I held onto the ledge of my window and tried to pull myself up.

  There had to be a spell for this! I knew I should've learned more!

  A large hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me back inside my room.

  I was expecting a guard, but when I looked up, I saw King Drake! The roughness of his hand gripping my soft flesh.

  "King--"

  He covered my mouth with his scarred hand. He was supposed to be the enemy, but why was I so elated to see him? The fragrance of his cologne and his Alpha scent made me dizzy. He looked handsome in the smooth black body suit he donned.

  "Shh, you're coming with me, Prince Ethan."

  At least he didn't call me a small Omega.

  "Where are you taking me?" I whispered. He had me tight against his chest, my heart was pounding. Could he hear?

  "To my planet,” he growled.

  He pushed a glowing button on his wrist and we were enveloped in a shimmering rainbow light.

  ***

  In a matter of seconds we arrived in a room. It was small and hardly had any furniture or decorations. I looked around and felt the gravity of the situation crush down on me.

  I was just kidnapped from my own planet!

  "No! Wait, you didn't ask me about this!" I said to him, breaking out of his hold. He yanked me back.

  "This isn't about permission. Your planet has something I want and I'm going to get it using any means possible."

  "So you're kidnapping me?" I asked.

  "Isn't that obvious, small Omega?" he said, his grip on me tightening.

  I twisted his arm and tried to run. A cold metal cuff snapped around my wrist and I was pulled back into his arms.

  "Leave me alone! Send me back home, you brute! You ingrate!"

  "You're feisty for such a small prince."

  King Drake gasped and doubled down on the floor. He shuddered violently and held his shoulders. I was yanked down to the floor with him when I noticed blood coming from the cuff of his suit.

  Was he injured?

  "Hurry, take off this suit of yours, you might be injured."

  He reached back, his arm shaking from the pain, and pushed something that released the suit from his back. I helped to peel it off and saw the new cuts and gashes to his body.

  I wasn't hurt, yet he was. I didn't understand it.

  Out of the small magic that I studied, there was one main thing I learned. That was to heal physical injuries and wounds.

  His back was littered with cuts, I could smell the iron in his blood from here. It made my stomach nauseous.

  "Do you have a bath? We need to get you submerged in water."

  He rose to his feet and peeled the rest of his suit off.

  He was now entirely naked.

  I wasn't ready for that. King Drake boasted a well endowed body and a strong frame.

  Impressive was the wrong word. He was pure, unadulterated Alpha. If I could look up Alpha male in the dictionary, I'd see his picture.

  "Are you going to heal me again, small--"

  "I have a name, and if you want to be healed, you will address me as such. My name is Ethan."

  He gave what I said some thought. Was he seriously going to consider pain over calling me my name?

  "Excuse me, I know you heard me!" I said, looking into his royal blue eyes.

  "Fine. Ethan, I will oblige your feeble request."

  I frowned. He had to get the last jab in there. He turned around, and I made a harsh mental note not to look at his ass or the junk he packed in the front.

  'Don't look, Ethan. Don't look. One look and it's over. You'd have given your virginity to an enemy who literally stole you from your planet. This had to be about the Flagestrin.'

  He led me into a bathroom where there was a deep tub. He bent over, his muscles flexing, to turn it on. My cheeks heated up and my body trembled. How did he feel comfortable around a pure stranger while butt naked?

  I turned my focus to the ceiling and pouted.

  This was ridiculous. I was going to heal him too—wait, did this mean I had to...

  "Get in, we'll bathe together, small—I mean, Ethan."

  He got in and pulled on the cuff to get my attention. Yet, even still, I couldn't watch him stay injured like this.

  He wasn't showing it anymore, but pain still surged through his body like veins of lightning.

  Plus, as much as I hated to admit it, I had to thank him for taking me to a whole different world. My only hope was that I wasn't treated badly and allowed to explore.

  "I'm still in my clothes and only have one hand free," I said, pointing to my delicate outfit. I had a thing for things that trailed behind me.

  With one swipe, King Drake snatched off my clothes and threw them to the side.

  "What am I going to wear when I'm done?" I complained, raising my voice.

  Alphas, I swear, they were so selfish sometimes.

  "Get in," he demanded, scanning my body up and down.

  I inhaled and exhaled, then stepped over the rim.

  The warm water felt good cresting at my neck. Drake pulled me close to his marred up chest, making me gasp.

  "Heal me, Ethan."

  There was no pain in
his voice. He was more interested in the fact I could do magic rather than getting himself healed.

  "Okay," I stuttered, feeling the girth of his cock brush against my thigh.

  An Alpha like him must've had many women already.

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on one of my healing bath spells. I chanted and felt a heat emanate from my hands. The water in the deep bathtub glowed a bright pastel blue.

  Drake nodded his head back and reveled in the soothing power of my magic. It brought a small smile to my face.

  The healing was complete after a good five minute soak. The glowing subsided, and the water returned to normal.

  "Mind if you move me off of your erection," I said, grimacing.

  I tried to shift myself from the temptation of my curiosity, but he wouldn't let me go. Instead he kept me pulled towards his chest while he lathered soap and washed my back.

  Butterflies filled my cheeks, and I accidentally rubbed my leg against his erection again. My own crotch tingled with delight, but I couldn't let it get too far.

  After all, he was holding me hostage. This wasn't just for fun, he had an agenda. Now so did I.

  "You can have anyone you want. Why go after a small Omega?"

  "Because I can. I'll be keeping you here until your father wises up and sends us a fleet of Flagestrin. But until then, I do plan to have a little fun with you."

  The butterflies tickling my cheeks got worser. I pushed myself off of his chest and slapped him.

  "How rude! You cannot touch me unless I give you permission! How presumptuous could you be? Who said I wanted to 'have fun' with you?"

  He rubbed his cheek and grinned. It looked more ominous than friendly, and that scared me.

  "Who said anything about forcing you?"

  "What makes you think I'd give you my virginity?" I sat back on the other side of the tub. The chain between our cuffs strained from the distance.

  Drake pulled on the chain and sat me on his hard cock. I was on top of it, feeling it hit the back of me, right above my butt.

  The closeness was too much and my curiosity got the better of me.

  King Drake leaned in and bit my neck, but when he came back up, I crashed against his lips in heated, passionate kiss.

  A kiss full of anger, curiosity, yearning, lust.

  I pulled back, fearing my heat would come early from such juicy temptation.