I Got Drunk And Fell Asleep In The Alpha King’s Bath — Now I’m Forced To Destroy His Heart
Part 2
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs.
I stumbled backward against the tapestries, shaking my head as tears spilled over my cheeks.
I begged Brenda not to do it, dropping to my knees and pleading with her to just send me to the gallows instead of breaking his heart.
She only smiled, a cold curve of her painted lips, and reminded me that my treason would destroy my friends too.
If I didn’t play my part, Heather and Danielle would swing right beside me in the courtyard.
I had no choice but to walk into the blue receiving room the next evening, my stomach twisting with nausea.
A nobleman wrapped his hands around my waist, his cologne burning my nose.
The heavy oak doors smashed open before I could draw my next breath.
Tyler stood in the doorway, his golden eyes blazing with a world-ending fury.
A bone-rattling growl ripped through the air, shaking the dust from the ceiling rafters.
He crossed the long room in a blur of motion, grabbing the man by the throat and lifting him off his feet.
I screamed his name, terrified he was going to snap the man’s neck and start a war.
Tyler dropped the gasping noble instantly, turning to me with an expression that shattered my soul.
His rage vanished, replaced by a betrayal that I could feel tearing through our forged bond.
He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently cup my face.
He asked if I was hurt, if the man had forced me, desperate to find any excuse to forgive my betrayal.
I forced myself to look directly into those broken golden eyes and delivered the final blow to his chest.
I told him I couldn’t marry him, crushing the mate bond with every lying word.
He accepted my rejection with quiet dignity, turning his back to me and walking out the door.
The gaping void in my chest opened immediately, a hollow agony where his warmth used to reside.
I scrubbed floors on my hands and knees for ten grueling days, consumed by the pain of severing our intertwined souls.
Then King Craig burst into the castle kitchens, screaming that the Alpha King had gone feral.
My mate had lost his mind from the grief of my rejection, shifting into a beast and disappearing into the northern forests.
I ran blindly to the royal stables, stealing a horse before anyone could stop me, riding desperately toward the tree line.
They said his feral wolf had already killed three guards, and if I went into those woods, I’d be the fourth—but how could I abandon the mate I destroyed?
Part 3
Megan stepped off the stolen horse and stared into the dark tree line of the northern forests.
They had warned her that his feral wolf had already slaughtered three guards who tried to capture him.
They told her that if she walked into those shadows alone, she would inevitably become his fourth victim.
But as she breathed in the pine-scented air, her breaking heart knew an undeniable truth.
She could never abandon the mate whose soul she had so viciously destroyed.
She was going to save the Alpha King, or she was going to die trying.
Her torn leather boots sank into the damp earth as she crossed the tree line without a single glance backward.
The canopy overhead was so thick it practically blotted out the afternoon sun entirely.
The forest floor was a tangled mess of ancient roots and slippery, decaying leaves.
She pushed her way through a thick cluster of thorny bushes, ignoring the sharp sting as they tore at her dress.
Her only guide was the faint scent of pine and damp earth that she could feel deep in her chest.
The bond was still there, a thin, agonizing thread connecting her soul directly to his.
It pulsed with a steady, rhythmic ache that echoed every step she took into the darkness.
The silence of the woods was heavy, broken only by the snapping of twigs under her clumsy feet.
She had lived her entire life in the stone walls of the palace, surrounded by noise and people.
This wilderness was completely alien to her, filled with unseen threats and lurking shadows.
But she felt no fear for her own safety, only a desperate, consuming panic for Tyler.
He had been wandering these woods for ten days, consumed by grief and feral instinct.
She wondered what he had been eating, if he had rested at all, or if the beast had simply driven him forward until he collapsed.
The scent grew stronger as she reached a rocky incline, the smell of pine now tinged with something metallic and sharp.
Blood.
Her heart stopped for a second, a cold dread washing over her skin.
She scrambled up the slippery rocks, her hands scraping against the rough stone.
At the top of the ridge, she found a patch of flattened grass and a deep, jagged scratch marks on the trunk of an old oak.
The scent of his wolf was overpowering here, mixed with the distinct smell of fresh blood.
He had been here recently, and he was hurt, or he had hunted.
She prayed it was the latter.
The sun began to set, painting the sky above the canopy in shades of bruised purple and dark crimson.
The temperature plummeted rapidly, the summer heat replaced by a biting chill that seeped into her bones.
She wrapped her arms around her thin frame, shivering violently in her torn maid’s dress.
The sounds of the forest changed, the daytime birds replaced by the eerie calls of nocturnal predators.
Every rustle in the underbrush made her jump, her senses straining in the growing darkness.
She found a small hollow beneath the roots of a massive tree and curled into a tight ball.
Sleep was completely impossible.
Her mind raced with images of Tyler, his golden eyes filled with betrayal, his broad back turning away from her.
She replayed that horrible moment in the blue receiving room over and over again.
She had crushed his heart to save her friends, but in the end, she had only destroyed the man she loved.
Tears tracked hot paths down her dirty cheeks, mixing with the grime on her face.
She didn’t care about the consequences anymore.
Brenda could tell King Craig everything, and they could hang her in the courtyard for all the kingdom to see.
None of it mattered if Tyler was lost to the beast.
She would gladly trade her life just to see him smile one more time.
The long night dragged on, a grueling test of her endurance and sanity.
When the first rays of dawn finally pierced the canopy, she crawled out of her hollow, her joints stiff and aching.
She drank from a small stream, splashing the freezing water on her face to wake herself up.
The scent trail was weaker this morning, obscured by the morning dew.
She closed her eyes and focused entirely on the faint tug in her chest, letting the bond guide her steps.
She walked for hours, pushing herself past exhaustion, fueled solely by a desperate need to find him.
The trees began to thin out, revealing a large clearing bathed in bright, harsh sunlight.
The air here was completely still, silent in a way that felt heavy and expectant.
The tug in her chest suddenly sharpened into a painful, urgent pull.
He was close.
She stepped slowly into the clearing, her eyes scanning the edge of the trees.
A low growl rumbled through the air, a sound so deep it vibrated in her teeth.
A massive, midnight-black wolf stepped slowly out of the shadows on the opposite side of the clearing.
It was impossibly large, its shoulders easily reaching her chest, its muscles bunched tightly beneath its thick fur.
Its golden eyes were wild and unfocused, glowing with a feral, dangerous light.
“Tyler,” she breathed, taking a small, hesitant step forward.
The beast bared its teeth, letting out a roar that shook the leaves from the surrounding branches.
It didn’t recognize her.
The mate bond was severed, buried under layers of animal instinct and blinding grief.
The wolf paced back and forth, its gaze locked on her, assessing her as a threat or prey.
She stood completely still, suppressing every instinct that screamed at her to run for her life.
If she ran, he would hunt her down, and the beast would kill her before Tyler could stop it.
She had to reach the man inside the monster.
“I’m here,” she said, her voice remarkably steady despite the terror gripping her heart.
She took another step forward, her hands held open at her sides.
The wolf stopped pacing and lowered its head, its ears flattening against its skull.
It lunged.
The sheer force of the impact knocked the breath completely out of her lungs.
She hit the ground hard, the damp earth rushing up to meet her back with a sickening thud.
The massive wolf stood directly over her, its heavy paws pinning her shoulders to the dirt.
Its hot breath washed over her face, smelling of raw meat and wild desperation.
Lethal fangs hovered inches from her exposed throat, saliva dripping onto her collarbone.
Megan looked directly into those wild, glowing golden eyes without blinking.
She slowly tilted her head back, baring her fragile neck entirely to the beast.
She offered no resistance, no fight, only complete and absolute surrender.
“You don’t have to be lonely anymore.”
Her voice was a soft whisper in the tense silence of the clearing.
“I am right here, and I am yours.”
The wolf’s jaw snapped shut, the deadly fangs stopping a fraction of an inch from her skin.
A confused whine replaced the terrifying growl, the animal tilting its massive head.
The golden eyes blinked, the feral light flickering as something human struggled to the surface.
He pressed his wet nose against her neck, inhaling deeply.
Her scent hit him, the familiar smell of the mate he thought he had lost forever.
A shudder ran through the massive beast’s body, a physical manifestation of his internal battle.
He sank his teeth gently into the crook of her neck, right over her wildly beating pulse.
Megan gasped at the sharp pinch, her hands coming up to grip his thick fur.
The shattered mate bond snapped violently back into place.
A rush of pure emotion crashed into her mind, a chaotic mix of relief, love, and exhaustion.
His grief poured into her, an endless ocean of sorrow that she gladly absorbed.
Her vision went white with the overwhelming power of their reunited connection.
When the blinding light finally cleared, the heavy weight pressing her down had changed.
The coarse fur was gone, replaced by smooth, scarred skin and solid muscle.
Tyler was lying heavily on top of her, his face buried desperately in the curve of her neck.
He was shivering violently, his massive frame shaking with the aftershocks of the transformation.
“Claim me back.”
His voice was rough and desperate, a plea torn from the very depths of his soul.
Megan wrapped her arms tightly around his broad shoulders, holding him as close as physically possible.
“I am not a princess,” she sobbed, the tears flowing freely now.
She ran her hands through his dark hair, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her chest.
“I am a maid, I clean floors, and I have nothing to offer a king.”
Tyler lifted his head, his golden eyes clear and filled with absolute devotion.
“I do not care about any of that.”
He brushed a tear from her cheek with a gentle, trembling thumb.
“I know exactly what you are.”
He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet air.
“You are my mate, my equal, and the only woman I will ever love.”
He didn’t wait for her to respond.
His mouth crashed down on hers, and the freezing forest faded away.
The kiss was desperate and starving, a physical confirmation that they were finally together.
He tasted like pine and rain, a wild flavor that sent a thrill straight to her toes.
His hands mapped the curves of her body, reacquainting himself with the mate he thought he had lost.
She kissed him back with everything she had, pouring her love and apology into the contact.
They stayed like that for a long time, lost in each other, the rest of the world entirely forgotten.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless and smiling.
Tyler helped her to her feet, his hands steady and protective on her waist.
He looked down at her torn dress and bruised skin, his jaw tightening with concern.
“You came into these woods alone,” he stated, a mix of awe and reprimand in his tone.
“I had to find you,” Megan replied simply, as if fighting a feral Alpha was an everyday occurrence.
Tyler shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
“You are the bravest woman I have ever known.”
He wrapped his arm securely around her shoulders, pulling her against his side.
“Let’s go home.”
The journey back to the castle was entirely different from her desperate run into the woods.
Tyler walked beside her, a solid, reassuring presence that chased away the shadows of the forest.
He moved with a relaxed grace, the feral tension completely gone from his frame.
He guided her effortlessly through the dense underbrush, his senses alert for any danger.
They didn’t speak much, the newly restored bond allowing them to communicate without words.
She felt his protective warmth, his deep satisfaction at having her by his side.
He felt her lingering anxiety, her fear of what awaited them back at the palace.
He stopped once to catch a fish from a clear stream, cooking it quickly over a small fire.
He insisted she eat the largest portion, watching her with a pleased expression as she finished it.
As they approached the edge of the forest, the familiar stone walls of the castle came into view.
Megan’s steps slowed, her heart beginning to hammer a nervous rhythm against her ribs.
Tyler stopped and turned to her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders.
“Whatever happens in there, you are mine,” he promised, his voice carrying absolute authority.
“I will not let anyone take you from me, not ever again.”
Megan nodded, drawing strength from his unwavering confidence.
She was terrified, but she was no longer alone.
They walked out of the tree line and approached the massive iron gates of the castle.
The royal guards on duty stared at them in absolute shock, their jaws literally dropping open.
They had expected the Alpha King to return as a corpse, or not at all.
Instead, he walked through the gates with a maid clinging to his arm, looking completely sane.
Whispers erupted among the guards, spreading quickly through the courtyard like a wildfire.
Tyler ignored them completely, leading Megan straight toward the main entrance of the palace.
He didn’t head for the guest wing, but straight toward the royal throne room.
The heavy oak doors were guarded by two of King Craig’s elite soldiers.
They crossed their halberds, attempting to block the entrance.
“The King is currently in a council meeting,” one guard stated nervously.
Tyler didn’t slow down, his golden eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous light.
“Move.”
The single word carried the full weight of an Alpha’s command, a force that vibrated in the air.
The guards dropped their weapons instantly, stepping aside with pale, terrified faces.
Tyler pushed the heavy doors open with one hand, pulling Megan into the massive room.
The throne room was filled with nobles, advisors, and King Craig himself sitting on the raised dais.
Princess Brenda stood near her father, looking completely bored as a minister droned on about taxes.
The heavy doors slamming against the stone walls instantly silenced the entire room.
Every head turned toward the entrance, their expressions shifting from annoyance to absolute shock.
King Craig stood up so fast he knocked over his golden goblet, spilling wine across the polished floor.
“King Tyler,” Craig gasped, his face draining of all color.
Tyler walked slowly down the center aisle, his boots echoing loudly in the silent room.
He kept Megan tucked safely against his side, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
The nobles parted like the Red Sea, scrambling to get out of his path.
Brenda stared at Megan, her perfectly painted mouth falling open in a very un-royal expression of dismay.
Tyler stopped at the base of the dais, his gaze fixed directly on the older king.
“I have returned,” Tyler announced, his voice ringing clearly across the cavernous space.
Craig recovered his composure, pasting a false, welcoming smile on his face.
“We are overjoyed to see you safe, your majesty,” Craig lied smoothly, stepping down from the dais.
“We feared the worst when you disappeared into the woods in such a… distressed state.”
Tyler’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous rumble starting deep in his chest.
“My distress was caused by a deception perpetrated within these very walls.”
The room erupted into shocked murmurs, the nobles exchanging nervous glances.
Craig held up a hand to silence them, his smile faltering slightly.
“A deception?”
“I assure you, King Tyler, we have been nothing but honest partners in this alliance.”
Tyler let out a harsh bark of laughter that held absolutely no humor.
“Honest partners?”
He gestured to Brenda, who was suddenly looking everywhere except at him.
“Your daughter forced my true mate to impersonate her, all to break our arranged engagement.”
The entire court gasped collectively, a hundred pairs of eyes snapping toward the princess.
Brenda stepped back, her face turning a bright, blotchy red.
“That is a lie!”
Brenda shrieked and pointed an accusing finger at Megan.
“This miserable maid is insane, she has enchanted him with some dark magic!”
Megan shrank against Tyler’s side, intimidated by the hostility of the entire court.
Tyler pulled her closer, his aura expanding to fill the room with a suffocating, dominant pressure.
“You dare accuse my mate of witchcraft?”
The pressure was so intense several weaker nobles actually fell to their knees.
Craig grabbed the arm of his throne for support, sweating profusely under the Alpha’s glare.
“King Tyler, please,” Craig pleaded, his authoritative facade completely crumbling.
“Let us discuss this in private, without these wild accusations.”
“There is nothing to discuss in private,” Tyler stated coldly.
“The engagement between our kingdoms is officially broken, effective immediately.”
Craig looked horrified, visualizing his lucrative trade routes disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“But the alliance, the treaties,” Craig stammered desperately.
“The alliance remains, on one condition,” Tyler countered smoothly, proving he was a king, not just a beast.
“You will publicly acknowledge Megan as my true mate, and she will be treated with the respect owed to a Queen.”
The room fell into a stunned silence.
A maid, a floor scrubber, becoming the Queen of the most powerful kingdom in the north.
It was unheard of, a scandal that would rock the foundations of their society.
Craig looked at Megan, his lip curling in a brief flash of pure disgust before he managed to hide it.
He looked at Tyler, seeing the absolute, unyielding resolve in the Alpha’s eyes.
Craig had no choice, not if he wanted to keep the alliance and avoid a devastating war.
“Very well,” Craig conceded, his voice tight with forced diplomacy.
“We welcome the future Queen Megan, and offer our congratulations on your mating.”
Tyler nodded once, accepting the submission, before turning his back on the king.
He led Megan out of the throne room, leaving a chaotic storm of gossip and outrage in their wake.
The news spread through the palace faster than a summer fire.
By the time Tyler and Megan reached the royal guest wing, every servant knew the story.
Megan was escorted to a massive suite of rooms, completely separate from her old quarters.
Tyler had ordered a bath drawn, real food prepared, and a physician to check her injuries.
He refused to leave her side, standing guard by the door while the maids attended to her.
The maids assigned to her were Heather and Danielle, specifically requested by Tyler himself.
They entered the room carrying fresh towels, their faces a mix of terror and absolute awe.
“Megan?”
Heather whispered her name, staring at her friend as if she had grown a second head.
Megan smiled, a wave of relief washing over her at the sight of familiar faces.
“It’s still me, Heather,” Megan reassured her, stepping out of the copper tub.
Danielle rushed forward with a towel, her hands shaking slightly.
“They say you’re going to be a Queen,” Danielle breathed, wrapping the towel around Megan’s shoulders.
“The King actually threatened to start a war if King Craig didn’t show you respect.”
Megan blushed, clutching the soft towel tightly to her chest.
“He can be a bit dramatic,” Megan admitted softly, though her heart swelled with love.
Heather laughed, the tension breaking completely.
“Dramatic?”
“He nearly tore a nobleman’s head off in the receiving room.”
They helped her dress in a simple but elegant gown provided by Tyler’s personal staff.
It wasn’t a corset designed to torture her, but a comfortable dress of soft blue linen.
Tyler entered the room as they finished brushing the tangles from her hair.
Heather and Danielle immediately dropped into deep, respectful curtsies.
Tyler waved them off, his eyes entirely focused on Megan.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, crossing the room to stand before her.
“I look clean,” Megan corrected playfully, reaching out to straighten his collar.
He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“We leave for my kingdom tomorrow,” he announced quietly.
“My people need their King, and they need to meet their new Queen.”
Megan nodded, feeling a flutter of nervousness in her stomach.
A new kingdom, a new life, far away from the floors she used to scrub.
“Will they accept me?” she asked, voicing her deepest fear.
Tyler smiled, a confident, reassuring expression that banished her doubts.
“They will love you, just as I do.”
The journey to the northern kingdom took over two weeks by royal carriage.
The landscape slowly shifted from rolling green hills to jagged, snow-capped mountains.
Megan spent hours staring out the window, mesmerized by the harsh, rugged beauty of Tyler’s homeland.
Tyler spent the journey teaching her the history of his people, answering her endless questions with infinite patience.
He never once made her feel foolish for not knowing the political intricacies of the neighboring territories.
Instead, he valued her perspective, often asking her opinion on matters of court.
When they finally crossed the border into his territory, the reaction of his people was overwhelming.
Word had arrived ahead of them, carried by fast riders from King Craig’s court.
The citizens lined the snowy roads, cheering wildly as the carriage passed by.
They didn’t see a former maid; they saw the woman who had braved a feral Alpha to save their King.
To them, she was a hero, a symbol of devotion and absolute courage.
Megan waved to the crowds, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.
They arrived at the massive, imposing fortress that served as the royal palace.
It was built entirely of dark stone, looking like it had been carved directly from the mountain itself.
The interior was surprisingly warm, filled with massive roaring fireplaces and thick, colorful tapestries.
The royal court gathered in the great hall to officially welcome their new Queen.
Unlike King Craig’s court, these people were warriors, valuing strength and loyalty over pure bloodlines.
When Tyler officially presented her, the hall erupted in a deafening chorus of cheers and howling.
Megan stood tall beside him, her hand resting confidently on his arm.
She was no longer the timid girl who couldn’t say no.
She was Queen Megan, mate to the Alpha King, and she had fought for her place at his side.
The wedding took place three days later in the ancient courtyard of the fortress.
It was a simple, brutal ceremony involving a blood oath and the exchange of heavy iron rings.
Megan wore a dress of thick white wool, a heavy fur cloak draped elegantly over her shoulders.
Tyler looked absolutely breathtaking in his ceremonial armor, his golden eyes filled with overwhelming love.
As he slipped the iron ring onto her finger, he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Forever.”
Megan smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.
“And always.”
One year later.
Megan sank carefully into the warm water of the massive copper tub with a loud groan of relief.
“Better?”
Tyler asked softly, his hands gently massaging her aching shoulders.
“Much better,” she breathed, leaning back heavily against his solid, incredibly warm chest.
The summer heat made absolutely everything worse when you were eight months pregnant with a royal heir.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her bare shoulder, his arms wrapping protectively around her swollen belly.
“I seem to recall a very similar bath,” he murmured teasingly against her damp skin.
“I was incredibly drunk, and I definitely didn’t know you were the King,” Megan laughed, leaning into his touch.
Their unborn child kicked firmly against Tyler’s massive palm, and the terrifying Alpha King laughed with pure delight.
“Strong, just like their incredible mother,” he praised softly, burying his face in her wet hair.
“Parisa sent a raven,” Megan noted lazily, referring to Brenda’s more agreeable younger sister.
“She wants to visit after the baby is born.”
“She is always welcome,” Tyler agreed, entirely relaxed in the hot water.
Megan smiled, resting her head back and letting the absolute, perfect peace wash completely over her.
The terrified maid who couldn’t say no was completely gone.
She had been replaced entirely by a Queen who finally had everything she ever wanted.
THE END
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