The Alpha King’s Possession

62. 62. Decades Old Past MORGANA My eyes blazed with anger as | spun towards Orrian, ready to unleash my wrath upon him. He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“I only stated the truth, Moonlight.” He said, looking into my eyes.

“Orrian... He markedto save my life! And even if that wasn’t the reason, | would have wanted him to!” | said, glaring at the taller man, who was un-phased by my anger.

But that was Orrian, calm, collected, cold even... Too many. Yet he had lowered that wall form e, but when he was stuck on a way, he was as stubborn as an old man.

“I won't understand why you would agree to something like that. Regardless of if it was your wish or not.” He said, his voice, as always, powerful and deep with that cold edge to it.

“Don’t be so stubborn or fixated on your thoughts, Orrian... | love Kian, a level of love that | have never felt before.” | said quietly, knowing that was a hard blow. “I love him more than | can ever explain to you. There is no life forwithout him.” But the look in Kian’s eyes... That guilt... | didn’t want it there.

*The Morgana | knew would never throw her life away for love.” He said, his eyes calculating.

| glared into his eyes, my chest heaving. “Throw my life away? HE is my life! And yes, I'm not the Morgana you knew long ago. This Morgana knows what she wants and has found where | belong! | found a love worth dying for! “I said dangerously.

My dark eyes met his icy grey ones, and like always, his were guarded. Orrian was the one person whose mind | was not able to penetrate. He was powerful, strong, and even now... parts of him were a mystery. Memories of long ago flashed through my mind as | thought back to the day we parted...

(Over Thirty Years Ago) The sun had set and the crescent moon was glowing in the sky, making the sea sparkle like a thousand jewels.

The sand beneath my feet was welcoming and soft. | leaned back against Orrian’s firm chest and closed my eyes, letting the coolness of the night blanket my skin. | wore a backless red silk dress that fell to my ankles with a slit from the thigh down.

“The night is so welcoming.” | murmured, sighing when his lips brushed up my neck, sending pleasure rushing through me.

“You are my light in the dark, my moonlight.” He whispered.

My heart clenched and | knew he was waiting for the answer... The answer to his proposal he made a few days ago...

“I know your answer.” He said quietly, his voice like a whisper on the wind. It was almost as if he knew what ensued within my mind.

“I'm sorry, Orrian,” | said, slowly tugging out of his arms, turning to face him. “I know what being your queen will mean... To never step out of Elandort for my entire life.” “Elandorr is huge Morgana, you won't be stuck within the palace walls.” He said, reaching over and caressing my cheek.

| looked down. Orrian was nearly 900 years old, | wasn’t even 100 yet... | had barely lived, so how could | promise him that..? And our families... | didn’t see this working.

*And what about our families?” | asked quietly.

He smiled slightly, knowingly even, as if he understood something I didn’t.

He looked to the moon before his face becpassive.

“I guess you are correct... We are just not meant to be. Perhaps parting ways is best for the both of us.” He said, caressing my cheek with his hand.

My heart clenched as | stared at him. Would he not even fight for me? Were we not enough to fight for? “You're ok to... end this?” | asked, surprised.

| had almost expected him to argue.

Yes the life of an elven queen was not what | wanted but... was our love not enough? The pain that rushed throughfelt like the bitter waves on a stormy night and | bit my lip.

Orrian glanced at the sky and smiled slightly, his icy grey eyes softening ever so slightly.

“Do you know why | love the night?” “Hmm? Because you can escape from your duties as a prince.” | replied.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Partially yes.” He said. “But it’s because the moonlight reaches every corner of our lands. It is never far, and it returns every night to where it belongs, casting its light to the darkest of places.” | frowned, typical of Orrian, never to speak straight up.

| rolled my eyes “Very poetic, my prince.” | teased.

“Only stating a fact, my lady.” He replied, “We will part ways, but if ever you needor my help, know that the gates to Elandort will forever remain open to you. If ever you need.

passage to my kingdom, then utter the following words; Aal rai’ash hara si oren dashe saara k i Orrian aal Elandorr nayash.” “Aal...?” | didn’t understand the elven tongue.

“Repeat after me...Aal rai’ash hara si oren dashe saara ki Orrian aal Elandori nayash.” “Aal rai’ash hara si oren dashe saara ki Orrian aal Elandorr nayash...” “Remember those words, repeat them to no one unless you need to use them, and they will grant you passage.” He said softly. He stepped closer, at six feet six inches, he towered over m y five-foot-eleven frame.

“I'll remember them, and I'll hold you to it.” | said with a pout. “I might need a place to hide if | piss Azrael off.” He smirked ever so slightly.

“Oh, anytime. | wish you all the best Morgana.... the last few months have been special, but | think we both knew it was going to be fleeting.” He said, running his fingers through my hair. My heart ached. | always knew a future would have meant many difficulties, and being an elven queen wasn’t something I could do... but...

Ve He looked down before hesitantly looking into my eyes. His eyes were filled with more emotions than | had ever seen before in our ttogether.

“What if we ran away? Far from these-" | placed a finger on his lip and shook my head.

“No... Orrian, you have far too many responsibilities... You cannot throw that all away for us.” “I can.” He replied quietly.

I looked down...

Maybe... but what about when the elven court cafter him and wanted his head? The elven kind were ruthless, strong, and their rules were absolute... | knew that the elves would never be able to accept a vampire queen. | couldn't let him risk his life, he had several siblings whose eyes were fixed on that throne. The chance to trial and kill him would be something | was sure sof them would love to do...

“No, | think it’s better we end this.” | said, trying to hide the pain in my chest.

Orrian would always be my first love, that first kiss... That first taste of forbidden pleasure... but we were never meant to be... Our love story was magical and more of a short-lived dream than something that could ever be real...

He didn’t reply, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine. Pleasure rushed through me, his lips as warm as his eyes were cold, as they caressed mine like they were something so precious. | closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with his long hair.

I'll always remember you, Orrian... | love you...

(END OF FLASHBACK) “You wouldn't understand the meaning of the love between Kian and I,” | said coldly, glaring a t the man before me.

| did not want to disrespect our past... but it didn’t compare to what there was between Kian and I...

“Do explain, how cutting your entire life short is a good idea?” He replied coldly.

“Why do you care if | live a hundred years or a thousand!” | snapped, but the moment the words left my lips, | regretted them. | looked away from his emotionless face and took a deep breath.

“Regardless of the fact that we ended things, Morgana... You are still dear to me.” He said, his voice emotionless yet soft.

| swallowed, exhaling sharply.

“I still consider you a friend Orrian, yet | can’t let you get in the way of Kian and I... | love him more than anything and | do not appreciate you making him feel like he did something wrong.” “I'll keep it in mind.” He said, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared slightly, but apart from that, | felt nothing more from him. His emotions and thoughts were closed off.

“Thank you.” | said, remembering that we were here for his help. “Did Kian say anything about why we came?” “No, he isn’t much of a talker, is he? Perhaps it’s his pride, or maybe that’s the way he is. Alphas are known for their arrogance, after all.” | rolled my eyes.

“And all elven princes are as annoying and sarcastic as you, aren't they?” “Well, not really, | like to consider myself unique.” He said with a slight air of confidence.

“Unique indeed.” | said, narrowing my eyes. “We'll talk tomorrow... but | need your help.” He looked up atand nodded, clenching his jaw. “I promised you that | will always be there for you... I intend to keep it, in whatever way necessary. Good night, Morgana, I'm glad you are feeling better.” Not waiting for a reply, he turned and left the room. I looked at his back, his shoulders fitted his shirt snugly and that air of power and status surrounded him. The moment the door shut, | sighed heavily and decided to go find Kian...

| hated this conflict between us...

| didn’t waste tgoing the way Kian had left, and | found him standing at the balcony, the doors open and a cool wind blowing through them. His hands were braced on the marble rail, and my heart skipped a beat at the very sight of him.

“Kian...”