King Agust had never been a heavy sleeper.
However, when he woke up to a clean palace and everything was fixed, he had to double-check for himself, because this was definitely an illusion.
Well, even in his deepest and darkest illusions, the Lycan king had never once bothered to man the castle. It was his place and he knew where every little thing was.
"Fuck it, how long have I been sleeping?" the barbaric King asked as he took in his surroundings.
For the first time in the hundreds of years he had lived alone here, he felt like he didn't belong. There was so much change that it was sickening.
Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the empty space on the couch he had sworn he had seen the werewolf Alpha sleeping in just a few hours earlier. Then again, that was quite hard to tell, seeing as he couldn't remember shit.
"I wonder why he bothers when he can't ever leave this place," the Lycan King shrugged as he curled up on the couch, not wanting to get up. He had slept for long, but he didn't feel like getting up.
So, the deadly King went back to sleep, like he didn't have an Alpha who hated him more than life roaming around. Or maybe, he just didn't give a shit. There were so many people who wanted the great King dead, and none of them had ever gotten close.
Perhaps the werewolf alpha would be the first to do that. Then again, it wasn't like the King would feel bad for being granted the one thing that evaded him throughout the years.
He had tried to kill himself over and over, yet each time he always woke up healed; though with a lot of scars and a bloodied castle, not that any of that ever mattered to him.
Eventually, he gave up trying, because there was just no point in trying when the world was already busy making decisions about him right?
"For someone with an enemy in the area, you sure love sleeping like a baby," Alpha Park's angelic voice sounded and the King just smirked like he knew that his Jiminie wouldn't ever leave.
Maybe he was being overly confident, especially given that the man was his mate, and a possible loophole of fate, but King Agust was always going to be King Agust, the man who didn't give a shit about anything.
Hell, there was a chance he was letting the Alpha 'stay' with him because he wanted to see how feisty the man could be. He would decide what to do with the Alpha later, but until then, he would see where this went.
"And for someone determined to prove just how much you hate me, you sure love poking your nose in my affairs. Why the hell would you clean up an entire castle of five hundred rooms and leave it sparkling clean?
"It makes me feel like an outcast in my own home," King Agust whined, and the Alpha just stared blankly and disbelievingly at the dangerous king.
Surely the barbarian wasn't indirectly suggesting that he loved having the alpha around, right? That would mean a lot of things and more than anything, it would mean that there was possible hope for the werewolf Alpha to be released and go back to his people.
Oh, how dangerous hope was. Would King Agust do that though?
"Well, I know you're not planning on letting me go soon, so the least I could do, was do myself a favor and take advantage of your sleep to clean the castle. It looks livable at this moment.
"You should try it sometime," Alpha Park said casually as he plopped on the nearest couch, while taking in the sight before him.
Park Jimin had done a lot of cleaning, and even on the King.
He had wiped the blood off the man, and changed him into a new set of robes, things that the alpha had not imagined possible in a damned palace that was filled with dead people and souls lingering in the hallways.
He was crazy for what he had done, but what else was he to do, when he himself couldn't quite explain it?
"You cleaned me up?" King Agust asked amusedly as he smelled the alpha's lavender scent on him.
He couldn't lie and say he didn't love the scent, because frankly, it had grown to be one of the things he always looked forward to. It was heartwarming to some extent, but perhaps the Alpha shouldn't have been that comfortable.
Was Alpha Park though? Or was he trying to gauge where the limits were and what would happen if he crossed those limits?
"I cleaned up all the trashy things in the castle," the Alpha said feistily and to that, the King chuckled slowly.
"Where's my dinner then? Since It seems you've taken up wifely duties. I must warn you though. Many have tied to fuck their way out of freedom with me, but always ended up dead, dead, and dead.
"Some of them were the bodies you so gladly cleaned up. Don't get your hopes up, Jiminie," the King said as he sat up.
The Alpha's scent was overwhelming and he needed to breathe him in more.
King Agust needed to be close to the man and have a taste, or something that could work for him because right now, he sure as hell knew that there wasn't much that he needed other than the man sitting in front of him.
"I made sure to provide you two options, King Agust. The food on the trays over there," Alpha Park said as he pointed towards the covered bowl on the kitchen counter.
The food smelled delicious but that wasn't what the King wanted. At least that much he was sure of, especially as he watched Alpha Park spread his legs on the couch. It was a sudden move that got the King swallowing thickly.
He hadn't expected that, and the fact that the alpha had gotten a little too comfortable with it made him suspicious as hell. But he would deal with the suspicions later. After all, it wasn't like this man could kill him anyway.
"What's the second option?" King Agust asked, his voice husky as he watched the Alpha untie his thick long dark hair in slow motion, like he was getting somewhere.
Sitting up, Agust stared at the Alpha, his face so blank, that anyone could think that he wasn't feeling anything, but then he was… if the throbbing hard-on was something to go by.
The Alpha didn't give the King an answer.
Instead, the Alpha got up seductively, his eyes trained on the King who was watching in utter silence at the unfolding scene before him. No captive of his had ever done this and it was safe to say that King Agust was in some sort of a half-state.
"What do you think it could be?" the alpha asked as he unwrapped the skirt he was wearing, something that King Agust could have sworn he hadn't seen the Alpha with earlier.
Maybe he went through the King's things and got himself one. But then, as he looked at that skirt, it bore an awful resemblance to the pants the Alpha had been wearing when the King had kidnapped him.
'Did he make that on his own?' King Agust asked himself, however, he didn't even get to answer his own question, because the skirt instantly fell and with it, came off the Alpha's clothes, down to the last garment, making the King stare with an open mouth.
What the fuck was he even supposed to make of this?
"Jiminie—" King Agust strained out, as he licked his soft lips slowly. He loved what he was seeing and more than anything, he had started to develop a liking for the stark-naked model in his dining area.
He looked so pretty, with his long hair reaching his hips.
Alpha Park's tiny waist was magnificent and the king could already feel his hands yearning to hold them to him. His skin was so delicate that Agust was already cursing himself for bedding him that night without adequate lighting.
Sure, there was moonlight then, but that hadn't done the pretty Alpha Park any justice.
If anything, he wished there would always be lighting like this.
In fact, the King was no longer even thinking about the palace that had been cleaned, but he was thanking the goddess for the bright sunlight that was lighting the room they were in.
This was what he had missed the previous day, but he wouldn't miss it.
Never again; that was a promise he made to himself.
"I hope you don't mind that I cooked for you," Alpha Park said as he took his time, walking to the dining table and getting the King his food.
He had two bowls in his delicately beautiful soft hands and all the King could think of was what the Alpha felt and tasted like. He wondered if Park was still as drippy as the first time, or if he had changed.
Frankly, King Agust looked like a starved man whose greatest desire was the Alpha before him. Oh, but this pretty man was driving him nuts.
"I—" the King began, not sure what the fuck he was to say to that. Did he mind? Absolutely not. Did he care? Not right now. Was he hungry? Very much, but certainly not for whatever delicious food his darling Erasthai had prepared for him.
"Come close, Xiao Xiao," Alpha Park said as he put the bowls on the table, before stirring back to get some dishes and bowls, things so insignificant to the King right now. Oh, if only Alpha Park knew.
But then he had to have known how much he affected the Lycan King, right?
"What are you doing?" the King asked, as he looked at the Alpha who had maintained eye contact with him, the entire time.
"Serving you food, master," Alpha Park said, before pulling his chair and seating himself directly opposite King Agust. His long light legs were folded together, just enough to squeeze the wetness in his pussy, and let his arousal fill the room.
He then began tailing his short fingers up his thigh, making sure to stop just right before his pussy. It was a move so daring, given he could see the pools of desire in the King's eyes. That was a desire for him and he knew it.
He was maximizing on it.
As if that wasn't enough, Alpha Park gently unfolded his legs, letting his arousal hit the king's nose directly, and giving him a chance to see what he was doing to the pretty alpha.
He made sure to widen his already open legs, so the King could see the Alpha's pussy that was throbbing with desire, not to mention how wet and slick the Alpha was.
"Shall we eat, your highness?"