Chapter 14

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GENESIS

"Genesis, this is my brother. Amir"

I barely heard what Armani had said, too caught up with the beautiful sight of his brother.

This has to be the most beautiful man that I have ever seen, clad in the pants of a tracksuit, a white tee and slides, the casual look he had worked. Without doubt.

"The pleasure is all mine, Amir" I said with a small smile to which he raised an eyebrow.

He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for something. Oh right! I had technically kidnapped his little brother.

"I promise you, no harm came to Armani while he was here. I can assure you. This might seem quite strange to you, I can definitely understand that." I said quickly trying to explain.

"Hmph" he disregarded, brushing pass me deeper into my apartment.

I turned around to follow him to see that Michael stooped on one knee, baring his neck in full submission.

Huh?

Am I missing something here?

"I'd think by the way my brother mused about you, that you'd be more mannered" He mused gesturing to Michel, "like your friend here."

His voice held a familiar edge, where have I heard it before?

"Genesis" my name rolled off his tongue like molten lava, and I remembered. The airport

"You!" I pointed at him frantically.

"Me?" He asked with a chuckle.

"You're.....him"

"Your King? Yes I am. This isn't usually the reaction I receive Genesis" he said, now walking around me like a prey.

I had his full attention, his eyes left a heated path in its wake as he surveyed my body. I felt small under his gaze, not belittled, but empowered. I felt my beast purr in contentment, and I couldn't help but feel the same.

What is this? What am I doing?

As if brought back to reality, his words finally sunk in. My King.

My King.

I looked to Michael and his frightened eyes confirmed my suspicion. The King of werewolves was indeed standing in the middle of my apartment.

"Rise" the King said in Michael's direction.

"You could've warned me punk" I said to Armani who has been awfully quite.

He released a breath and physically relaxed, "That was so tense, I thought you were going to start calling me Prince Armani"

"No way, loser" I said and his face broke out in a grin.

This gave me a feeling that people usually treated him differently because of his royal lineage.

"I'm sorry King Amir, I had no idea." I said, "would you like something to drink?"

He held a hand up, "no that's fine, what I would like however is a detailed explanation as to what exactly is going on here."

In a blink of an eye his amused expression left his face, and in its place sat a no none sense mask. Sexy.

My Goddess. What the hell is wrong with me.

"Sure, we can sit in the living room while we give you a run down."

The Alpha King is in my living room, it didn't matter how many times I repeated this to myself, I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

While we all sat, he stood feet apart and arms crossed. Though his attire was casual, the way he carried himself made you aware that he was someone of importance.

His dominance clouded the room without him even trying, I hate to admit that the his raw power was turning me on. Immensely.

I wouldn't allow my body to embarrass me for I know he would be able to smell my arousal within a heartbeat. So instead of focusing on his delectable scent, I allowed my fingers to trace my neck.

It was tender to touch, and I know it sported horrid burnt flesh. It made me angry all over again.

"I'm not a mongrel your highness" I said trying to reign in my anger.

I felt embarrassed.

Angry.

Confused.

Violated.

Michael moved to where I sat, pulling me in by my side to which the King quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.

"It's going to be fine Love" he said kissing my forehead.

As soon as his lips made contact, a thunderous growl shook my apartment causing some decor to rattle.

King Amir cleared his throat.

"You are?" his question was directed to Michael.

"Michael, your highness. You can call me Mike" a small smile graced his face.

"Ok. Leave" it was one simple command that had us all in shock.

I was the first to react, standing from my seat.

"What? Why? With all due respect Your Higness, this is my home. Michael is my guest and that's putting it lightly, he is my family"

The King looked between us, his jaws clenched and ticking in irritation.

"Family or not, Love-" he stressed my last name as if mocking me, but it made my knees weak nonetheless.

"-This is now a criminal investigation. Now Leave"

Michael didn't need to be told a third time, he was heading to the door.

"I'll call you Love."

The King snarled in his direction, and I was even more confused.

But when I stopped to really thing about it, Alpha Males do not enjoy being in small spaces as other males I have heard.

"Here" he threw a package of wet wipes in my direction.

I stared at in confusion, this seem to be my most popular reaction as of late.

"What's this for?"

"Don't be dense Genesis. Use one to wipe your fucking forehead." He growled.

I threw the package on the table, folding my arms.

What am I doing? I must be dense.

Why am I purposely disobeying the Alpha King.

"Why?"

Armani looked back and forth between the both of us,  me being stupidly defiant and his brother shooting daggers with his eyes.

Without a word he grabbed the wipes and came to wipe my forehead.

"It's best not to anger him G. Don't be dumb." He whispered harshly.

"Much better" in one quick moment he was directly in front of me. If I were to move in just an inch we would be touching.

His presence was overwhelming, every single nerve ending in my body seemed to be electrified. The hair on my body stood at attention and my feet felt as if they would give way.

"Listen little girl, when I give an order you listen. I'm not to be questioned. Don't tempt me." He growled in breathy whisper.

"Or what?" My words pierced the air and they were out before I could take them back.

Well shit.

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Well then. Wow.

Do you think Genesis is stupid?

Oop


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