Love and Chaos Series
The Alpha King’s Ugly Bride Chapter 60

"Or what?" she demanded, glaring daggers at him. Her grave audacity made him boil.

Yes, he was being protective, but it was for good measures.

A few days ago, he had received an anonymous threat letter directed at him and the queen, and that had made him double the guard around the palace. He had increased hers as well and although there was a scowl on his face when he did; she said nothing. No, he wasn't scared. He could protect himself from any attack, but he was scared for her. He didn't want any harm coming to her while he figured out who could be behind the threats.

What kind of King would he be if he didn't do everything to protect his queen?

A few names came across his suspicious radar. Elliott Ainsworth was first on the list because the snake was deceitful and sly ever since they were younger. Xavier knew that despite being slow to speak and act, he was vicious and unpredictable. They never liked each other, and they never hid that fact.

He also suspected Alpha Chike Smith. The old weasel was still licking his wounds after losing his positions as alpha of the capital to alpha Koz with Xavier's backing. The weak old man was capable of anything. This would be his go-to move.

Edward was one person he didn't want to suspect, but couldn't completely ignore. His brother had changed a lot since his return and, though he tried to hide it, it was obvious. Perhaps he wanted to get back at him for sending him away months ago as payment for helping his wife escape. Edward wasn't petty. He had never been and all this had a logical explanation, but he couldn't cross it out. He had to keep his guards up.

He didn't have reasons to suspect his father. If the monster wanted him gone, he wouldn't hide behind threat letters. That was beneath him.

Although Mia was oblivious to all this and had rebelled and cussed at him today, what he did, he did for her. To keep her safe as a good husband should.

Why was she so stubborn? Why was he so furious with her? Why did he believe kissing her lips would make things better?

Perhaps it would, and he did.

He kissed her lips for the second time today, and unlike the first, there was much yearning. When she kissed back, he hauled her against his body and deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned and kissed him harder, and this meant she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. Her small hands came up to stroke his bearded face, making him tingle in response, and his cock stretched and throbbed from excitement. This was it. There was no going back.

Her soft lips tasted so sweet, just like always, and he wanted to have more. He wanted her; he wanted everything about her, and that scared him.

He pulled away and stepped back, tugging at his hair to regain control of himself.

"Take off your clothes." he sounded breathless and his words no longer held the command they should have.

She smiled shy. "I cannot do it on my own," her cheeks heat and she turned around so that her back faced him and awaited his help.

He took hold of the robes of her gown, undoing them swiftly and they released their hold on her but didn't fall off her body. His hand came to her hair and pulled at the band that held her hair in a ponytail and at its release, her hair fell onto her back full and curly. She dragged a sharp breath when she felt the faint trail of his fingertips on her naked shoulder blades and soon after, his lips followed the trail. She gasped and whimpered in response, biting down on her lower lips.

Her moans fuelled his action, and he spun her around to face him before pushing the gown she had on off her skin.

They held onto each other's eyes for a while after she stepped out of her gown, then his eyes trailed over her now naked skin. The light of the room barely did her justice, but he could see just enough and he trailed over every line and curve and swell. When his gaze returned to hers, he saw her eyes looking anywhere but at him. He took her by the chin so that she looked him in the eyes.

Then he took her lips into his for a hard but equally passionate kiss.

"Oh, Mia," he breathed. His head pressed against hers and his hot breath fanned over her face. It sent chills down her body.

"Xavier." she whimpered out, her desire for him peaking.

"I know I'm not what a woman like you should want. I'm not the type of man described in those little books you read." He cupped her cheeks in one large hand, stroking his thumb over her full lips. At the same time, his hand grabbed a fistful of her b**t cheeks and pulled her to himself. She felt him underneath his robe, raging and big. She gasp out and a long moan escaped her.

"Yet, I want you."

A dark smile came onto the corner of his face. He nodded. "And yet you do. You crave for me. A man that's going to take everything you give him and ask for more." He stepped towards her and she backed away until the back of her knee hit the bed. She was trapped. He saw and liked it.

Here, she would have to be obedient. He would take whatever type of obedience he could get from her.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down onto the bed. He got on top of her almost immediately, straddling her waist.