The Headmaster Alpha's Mate
The Headmaster Alpha’s Mate Chapter 50

Picking Chloe up bridal style, Zander strode into the bathroom, placing her gently onto the chair, he turned and began to run the bath, turning on the waterjets to make it into a jacuzzi. Placing two large white bath sheets onto the towel warmer, Zander then picked up some body gel, and two natural sponges, placing them on the side of the bath.

“I want to take care of you, my princess.” Zander whispered softly to her, placing a k**s just below Chloe’s ear, making her shiver with delight.

“You already do take great care of me.” Chloe smiled, placing her hand on his cheek.

Zander’s lips found hers, as he bit down slightly on her bottom l*p, causing her to gasp, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Finding Chloe’s tongue, they entwined together, both fighting for dominance, until she let out a soft m**n, and Zander controlled the k**s. Breathless, they broke the k**s gasping for air.

“So perfect.” Zander’s husky voice praised his mate.

“Erm, not to spoil the moment, but I think we are about to have a flood.” Chloe laughed, pointing at the bath tub that was almost overflowing.

“s**t!” Zander exclaimed and ran over to the bath, turning off the taps, and pulling the plug to let some of the water drain.

Happy with the new water level, he turned and picked up Chloe, placing her into the bath, and then stepped in behind her, spreading his legs wide, so she could fit between them. Chloe leant back, resting her head against his shoulder, as Zander wrapped his arms around her body.

“Chloe, we do not know when Sheba will break through the block, so I was thinking tomorrow we will go see Dr Keto, sort out some form of contraception for you, just so we are ready.” Zander whispered, nibbling at her ear lobe, making Chloe clasp her legs together as she began to be turned on once more.

“Do you not want children?” Chloe asked.

“Of course, there is nothing I want more than to see your belly big and round filled with our pup.” Zander g*****d.

“But, I also want you to enjoy this time. As I said before, you already have a lot to deal with. Plus, if Hannah is correct, then we will be at war sooner or later. I think it best that we enjoy this time together, just the two of us. For you to experience some sort of normality, in the craziness that is our life together, then when everything is done, we start our family.” Zander smiled.

“You know, I would have agreed with you, but having spent time with the pups in the safe room, I really began to feel quite broody,” Chloe admitted.

Zander chuckled, placing another k**s on the top of her shoulder.

“Patience Princess,” he whispered.

“I know, it is something I need to practice. I agree we go get contraception sorted, but nothing long term, then we can change our minds later.” Chloe smiled up at him.

“Deal.” Zander grinned. He wasn’t holding back on the possibility of children for his sake. He would love a big happy family, but it was for her sake, she was already having to grow up quickly, and he really did not want her to miss out too much on her younger years.

Grabbing the sponge, Zander poured the body wash onto it, and began to wash her back. He loved to take care of her. She was precious, strong as an ox, but still delicate to him.

As Zander finished cleaning Chloe, she wanted to return the favour, so she got up onto her knees and spun round, taking the sponge from his hand, she began to wash him, as he lay back, closing his eyes, and enjoying the sensations that were pulsing through his body.

As Chloe finished off sponging down her mate, she giggled at him.

“You smell like a girl now.” She laughed.

Zander let out a low growl from his chest.

“You are calling me a girl, little Luna Princess.”

Taking his hands and wrapping them around her bottom, he lifted her effortlessly as he stood up. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, as Zander stepped out of the tub. Chloe pressed her core up against his long hard length, and he let out another growl, she was so close to him, one thrust and he could, enter her, finally make her his. The tread of his control was breaking apart, as all he wanted was to be inside his mate, to join with her as one body, to sink his teeth into her marking spot, to make his princess his, and his alone. He began to thrust forward slightly, lining himself up with her core. Chloe let out a gasp, as she realised what was about to happen. Sheba circled in her head, sparks flying off her fur.

Zender held onto her.

“Princess” he growled out, then the realisation hit him, he had to regain his composure, he had to have some self-control.

Placing her onto the floor, Zander took a step backwards.

“f**k Chloe, nearly!” Zander exclaimed, his voice pained.

“I know, I am sorry, that was my fault,” Chloe admitted. She knew that she had subconsciously ground herself against his naked manhood. She really needed to get herself under control.

“No, it was both our faults, this is hard.” Zander gritted out.

“Yes, I can see that.” Chloe giggled, using humour as her defence mechanism once more.

Grabbing hold of the bath sheets from the warmer, Zander wrapped one around Chloe’s wet body, then placed the other around his waist. Chloe licked her lips as drips of water fell down his chest, the towel was hanging low on his h**s. She knew he had covered them both to try and help the situation, but seeing him like this, only fuelled her s****l desire for him.

“That is not helping!” Chloe cried out as she clenched her legs together.

“s**t, should I go get aged like I did for Cheryl and that fuckwit husband of hers.” Zander called out in desperation, the smell of her arousal almost tipping him over the edge.

“Nope, do you know how disconcerting it was seeing you dressed older, and still have the fanny flutters.” Chloe said, nothing at this point was going to make a difference.

“I know, I will go read my father’s journal, I will not have the horn whilst reading about his life.” Chloe declared, then ran past Zander and reached into the top drawer and grabbed the small key and heavy book in her arms,holding it close to her chest like it was a shield protecting her from her s****l needs..

Zander ran his hand through his brown hair, then walked to the sink, running the cold tap, he let his towel drop and scooped up handfuls of the cold water and slashed it all over his engorged length, in a desperate bid to make it retreat, and become flaccid once more.

Chloe quickly grabbed a pair of boy short, panties and a vest top, and pulled them on, then went to bed and sat down, as Zander walked into the bedroom, his control back to normal. He pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs, then climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself behind her once more, so that she sat in between his legs.

“Are you okay now?” Chloe asked, genuinely concerned about her mate. They had nearly messed up everything, and Hannah’s words echoed in her ear about having patience. She had to take on some responsibility and not push Zander to the edge, like that.

“Yeah, I am all under control,” Zander chuckled.

“That was too close, and my fault. I am sorry, I need to learn to control my urges.” Chloe sighed.

“Do not stress it, we managed. By the skin of our teeth, but we still managed.” Zander smiled down at her, he did not want her to stress about this, she had enough to deal with.

Nodding her head, Chloe took the small key for the journal and placed it in the lock, then opened it.

The Journal of Asher the First, King of the werewolves in the UK and Ireland.

Dear Prince or Princess,

I have begun this special journal, as letters to you. The queen and I found out just yesterday that you are growing happily inside your mother. Both of us love you fiercely. However, I know that we will not be a part of your life, and for that, I apologise.

You see, my child, war is upon us, every day it gets closer. A prophetess by the name of Hannah who resides in the lands of the Silverback pack, informs us we will lose this war, that a traitor resides in our mist, and we will be taken from this world. But hope remains, in the form of you, my precious little one. Hannah has spoken, that you will be the one who will bring about a lasting change and peace to our kind.

Do not despair of your parent’s little one, for both your mother and I would gladly die a thousand deaths to keep you safe from harm.

I know you will have many questions, and I wish I could be with you to answer them. However, that cannot come to pass, so from this day forward, I am going to write to you in this journal. I will talk about our family, my love for your mother and brothers, let you into the secrets of my mind, tell you our history, and encourage you about what you are going to face.

You can read this journal in any order, precious one. The title on each page will help you gain the information you require when you need it. So, for now, let me tell you about how I fell in love with your mother.

You can read this journal in any order, precious one. The title on each page will help you gain the information you require when you need it. So, for now, let me tell you about how I fell in love with your mother.

I was just 18 years old when I first saw my darling Rebecca. Never would I have believed I would be mated to the royal princess, the sole heir to the throne. I came from a small pack. It had only 53 members when I was born. That pack is now the largest in the country, except for the royal pack. The Crescent Moon pack, made up of what others think of as weaklings, the unwanted, and unloved. My father and the first Alpha were best friends. He was the second son of the Northumberland Pack’s Alpha. He met my mother, who was an omega, who had left her own pack to run away to replace refuge from the cruelty of the Ullswater pack and arrived at Crescent Moon, whilst my father visited his best friend. My father told me that his father, the Alpha, was displeased his second son was fated to such a low-ranking wolf, and demanded he reject her. Alpha Edward Colton, my father’s best friend, welcomed both him and my mother into his pack, and there they flourished. My father, your grandfather, became the Crescent Moon packs’ first beta. I am sure you will replace out more about him in their pack history.

Although I had Alpha b***d running through my veins, I was content to live out my life as a Beta or even Delta, strengthening our small pack. However, fate, it seems, had a different path for me to follow.

The Royal household arrived with Princess Rebecca, King Henry, and Queen Anne were keen to learn and understand about integrating wolves irrespective of rank, and even those with human mates, so they had planned a royal visit to Crescent Moon. The pack were ecstatic, and they prepared every type of celebration imaginable to welcome them. I was not in the pack for their arrival, having to attend Beta training at Berwick Pack, so I returned the day after they had arrived.

I was walking through the forest making my way home, when this amazing smell of Hyacinth and Lilies filled my nostrils. My wolf howled as he urged me to follow the addictive smell. I ran so fast towards it, and there she was, standing in a dress that hung just above the ankle, (very risky at the time) her long purple hair braided with silver threads, her dress silver with purple threads woven through it. A string of pearls hung round her neck. She took my breath away with her beauty. My heart stopped beating. I knew she was Princess Rebecca. I opened my mouth to bid her a greeting deserving of her rank, but all that could come out of my mouth was “Mine”.

Your mother giggled at me, the sound was better than the finest orchestras in the land, it was love at first sight, and to this day, I love her with every beat of my heart.

At first, King Henry was not pleased about the match, but Alpha Edward spoke on behalf of me, and soon he accepted me as his daughter’s mate, and treated me as a son.

I was taken into the royal household where I began my training to become King, ruling alongside your mother and my Queen. It was during those first 100 years of our relationship that we both decided the werewolf world needed to modernise its thinking, and my darling Rebecca and I decreed that we would facilitate changes, to help stop slavery within packs, and the forced refusal of mates. The Crescent Moon pack is testament to how strong acceptance of everyone can make a pack, and so that became our life’s ambition, and that is the cause, I wish for you my child to herald, because you have not only royal b***d, and Alpha b***d in you, but also omega b***d, and I wish for you to finish the work we started.

It will not be easy, there are many obstacles to change. Men who seek only to satisfy their own selfish desires are more resistant than others. They seek war with the Royal house, and for a time, I fear they will win. But you, my child, you are our hope for the future, and even though I may never know you in person, I know that you will do good, and achieve greatness, my precious little one.

Till my next entry, your loving father

King Asher