Chapter 14: _Holding Back

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Chapter 14 of "The Alpha King's Witch Bride" opens revealing intense scenes: Chapter 14: _Holding Back Kaelos POV ***** I had faith in Beta Marcellus and trusted him to keep... Keep reading!

Chapter 14: _Holding Back Kaelos POV ***** I had faith in Beta Marcellus and trusted him to keep a close eye on Odessa while I handled other matters. Other matters like this bitch, Celine, and her mother giving me a headache the morning after my wedding to my so-called 'witch bride'. "Anyway, Alpha King, could we take our discussion somewhere private?" Madame Greyheart spoke with that aggravating voice that I'd grown to hate. I glanced at Odessa and then briefly at Marcellus who gave me a discreet nod before I turned my back on them and waltzed away, heading to my office upstairs. Unfortunately, I could hear Celine and her mother following behind me, and I had to keep myself from lashing out or losing control. "You didn't respond to any of my calls or texts, Alpha King." Madame Greyheart began when we got to the stairs. I didn't even bother glancing back at her before I responded plainly. "We're at war, Madame Greyheart. My assistants are always busy sorting out calls of the most importance to avoid neglecting issues that need urgent attention." Or, in simple terms, I was ignoring her ass and couldn't care less if she jumped off the grand canyon or something. Anyway, we walked past a few maids as I navigated my way to the last floor where my suite, my office, the Luna's office and rooms, and my private study were located. I made my way to my office, swinging the door open and walking in, while Celine and her mother walked in quietly. "Well, it seems we wouldn't have to bother ourselves much about war now." Madame Greyheart said with a fake smile plastered on her face. "If this... Truce of yours works out between our region and the witches of the continent, we could start looking forward to a permanent end to the war." I nodded with a fake smile of my own as I sat on my chair behind my hardwood desk. However, before Madame Greyheart sat down, she blurted. "I'm sure your father would be proud to see how far you've gotten as Alpha king. Don't you think so?" She had a sly smirk on her face as she sat comfortably, crossing one leg on top of the other while her daughter reluctantly joined her to do the same. I gritted my teeth but didn't let my irritation show. She knew what she was doing, bringing my late father into this. Well, I will not be toyed with. "What do you want, Greyheart?" I went straight to the point, drumming my fingers on the armrest of my chair. At that same moment, I stretched my hand forward and grabbed my landline, dialing a number. "Yes, get me some whiskey, would you?" I spoke into the phone before hanging up abruptly, fixing my gaze back on Madame Greyheart. We had a history that ran deep, way before I ever got married to her daughter. But it was a history that always made me anxious and irritated anytime I was reminded of it. If I dealt with this while sober, there was a good chance someone wouldn't be making it out of this office alive. "I asked a question," I repeated, feeling my frustration reach a new peak. "What do you want, Greyheart? I don't have all day." She smirked, a light scoff coming out of her mouth. At that same moment, a knock sounded on the door before it swung open, revealing a brown skinned lady in her mid-thirties with braided hair who walked in holding the bottle of whiskey I asked for alongside a glass. I grunted, waving my hand dismissively after she dropped them on my desk, prompting her to bow slightly before she exited the office. "Isn't it too early for you to be drinking, Alpha King?" Madame Greyheart asked with an amused tone, rubbing her chin. I ignored her at first, instead pouring myself a glass before I emptied it in one go. After that, I poured myself another glass before placing it in front of me, proceeding to place my gaze on the older woman. "First off, you're not my mother to tell me what to do," I stated plainly, my voice becoming cold. "And secondly, if I ask what you're doing here one more time, I'll send in my guards to get you out of my sight or throw you out myself." Suddenly, Madame Greyheart chuckled, placing a hand in front of her mouth. I clenched my fists, trying to hold myself back. Most especially, I tried my best to keep my wolf in check, already hearing his agitated growls in my head. 'Let's kill this bitch once and for all and use her blood to paint our office. It's in dire need of some interior decorating anyway.' he suggested in my head, sounding excited at the idea. I withheld myself from rolling my eyes before I responded to him mentally. 'Damon, you know we can't do that. You've become too violent ever since...' Her. My wolf, Damon, has been extra active as well as giving me more violent urges than usual ever since we first laid eyes on Odessa. It was an annoying development, one that I hoped to put under control soon. Anyway, after laughing to her satisfaction, Madame Greyheart cleared her throat before she began. "You and I both know throwing me out would be a bad idea. But anyway, I'll go straight to the point." She paused leaning closer from the other side of the table. "Kick out the witch." What. The. Fuck?! "Did you perhaps have an unfortunate brain-altering accident on your way here, Madame Greyheart?" I couldn't help but ask, holding myself back from laughing as well. "I am the Alpha king. I do as I please, whenever I please, to whomever I please. Why on earth would I want to kick out the witch when I just married her?" This had to be a monumental prank or something. However, Madame Greyheart's expression soon changed from a smirk to an ugly scowl as she continued speaking. "I know what you are, Alpha king. And do you want me to remind you how you got to become the Alpha king in the first place?" As soon as I heard those words, something snapped inside me and I couldn't hold back anymore. I got up from my seat, stretching my right hand forward faster than lightning and wrapping my fingers around her neck, causing her to gasp in pain as I snarled. "You dare?!" I roared, my wolf's guttural roar coming out in sync with mine.

Chapter 14: _Holding Back

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