KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins

It took two days before Micah finally woke up. I never once left his side while he slept through the days.

Today was the third day and the King was holding a meeting with the council members and other ranking members.

Micah had asked me earlier this morning to accompany him to the days meeting and I agreed.

We both walked into the big ass counsel room and everyone kept silent as the king strolled him. If one is to look closely, you would notice the limp when he walks.

He sat on his chair and I was confused, where would I sit? There was no chair next to him and all thr other chairs has been occupied.

Micah also noticed that there were no empty seats so he pulled me by my waist and I landed on his lap.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I gasped in surprise and other cleared their throat pretending to not have noticed what just happened. I tried getting up but Micah wasn’t having it. He’s wounded and I do not need to add to his pain.

I sighed after trying a couple of times and rested my back to his chest. I jerked forward when he hissed and I remembered he is still wounded.

Doesn’t he deserve it? A deeper darker part of me thought.

A blinked a couple of times but unconsciously, I agreed with myself. Maybe the things he had done and did to me was finally catching up to him.

I kept on zoning in and out of what they said untill something… Or rather, someone caught my attention.

I watched as she walked from where she was standing against the wall with other servant, her hips swaying as she did. She stopped next to the king and filled up his empty cup with wine.

I met her eyes for a moment before my eyes lowered to her cleavage and my body heated up. I stilled and then asked myself-what am I doing?

I clenched my thighs together as the image of her swaying hips and breast stayed in my head, repeating itself over and over like a God damn broken record.

Closing my eyes and taking in deep breaths, the feeling still didn’t go away so I squirm uncomfortably on Micah’s lap.

It is known that the beasts have heightened senses and could smell/detect the slightest smell which brings us to this topic.

I can feel him. I could feel him growing underneath me. I know he can smell my arousal and he probably thought I was all hot and bothered because of him but nooo, the reason for my arousal is because of the woman who was just about eleven foot away from me.

I shouldn’t feel such things but I couldn’t help it. I have never thought of myself being sexually involved with a woman so where were all… This coming from?

I took in a sharp breath when Elijah’s erection pokes at my butt. I looked around to see if anyone noticed but it’s stupid of me to actually think they wouldn’t notice save for the humans who were clueless as to what was going on.

They were Beasts after all.

Micah pushed me gently into his chest, aghast of the wound in his chest.

I sighed in pure bliss when his lips touched my neck but suddenly remembered that we weren’t the only ones in the room. I shift uncomfortably and in the process grinding against him.

He grunt and I groaned, pressing my thighs together once more. I blushed heavily when I saw that all eyes were on us. I cleared my throat and distance myself from Micah (Not that I could do much since he still has his arms wrapped around my waist).

Micah seems to have noticed that we weren’t the only ones in the room and well, stopped what we were doing and continued with the meeting.

“Who would be taking over when you’re away?” Said a man with a heavily dyed Red hair and green eyes and I wondered how I had not noticed the shinning red head amongst the other hairs.

Maybe because you were too busy checking out Fallon and grinding against your mate! Inner me said with a snicker.

I suddenly remembered what red hair said and I turned sideways to look at Micah’s face. “You’re leaving the Castle?”

“Yes” Micah replied with a brow raised. “Did you not listen to what we’ve been saying?” He asked and I blushed.

“No” I muttered and then shrugged. The men in the room stifled a laugh and Micah chuckled.

“Will tell you all later” he murmured next to my ear and i hummed in replied.

“Beta Derek will be in charge of the castle while I am gone” Micah replied the red head man.

“But his mate has just put to bed and he has to…” And older man said but before he could finish talking, Micah released a sigh/growl.

“Delta Leonardo will be in charge then” Micah said using his right hand to point to the Red head.

Leonardo beamed at that and bows a little in respect or honor to the king.

Soon, the conversations shifted to a new topic about a human town who were rebelling agaisnt the wolves and for the second time, my eyes met with Fallon’s before we both look away.

The meeting came to an end after an hour. Micah and I walked to his wing and immediately the door was pushed closed, he turned me around and latch his lips on mine.

I pulled away and looked up at him with a frown and fold my arms.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me while pushing his white locks away from his eyes.

“I’m still trying to get use to all… This” I sighed, drawing my palm across my face and walking towards the bed.

I sat on it and bounced a little from it’s softness. Micah came and sat next to me and sighed. He pulled me by my shoulder towards him and sighed once more.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized already know what I was talking about. “If I could change the past I would but I can’t” He mumbled the last part lowly.

Everything came hitting me like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t even able to mourn the death of my mother.

A sob broke out of me and Micah’s hold around my shoulders tighten.

“Don’t cry little wolf” He pled, cupping my chin and turning my head in his direction.

His gray eyes were filled with worry and secerity. I closed my eyes for a minute, taking in deep breaths and finally came with a conclusion.

I opened my eyes and gave him a nod. His eyes lit up and a smile broke out on his lips.

We both knew what the nod meant. I am will to try and I forgive him.

Hesitantly he brings his lips down on mine and kissed me. The kiss was anything but sexual. It was more of a promise, a promise to make this right- to make us right.

But will it ever happen? I asked myself. I know I’ve said I forgive him a couple of times but do I really mean it?

No. No. No. I forgive him. I want to be with him, I want to make us work.

Now I ask myself again; I’m I really doing this to make us work or to fulfill my fantasies?

We broke from the kiss and I smiled at him. I suddenly remembered that he would be leaving soon.

Maybe to raid a human settlement.

I blocked out those thoughts, I won’t feast on them.

“Where are you going?” I asked him. He ran his fingers through his hair and I could see how tired he was.

“You know the dagger was cursed right?” He asked giving me a pointed look. I nodded.

“And you know that I am immortal right?” He asked me like I was a child who doesn’t know that the ‘Great King Micah’ is an immortal being. I scowled and glared at him while he laughed, throwing hia head back abd I couldn’t help but smile a little.

After a minute he continued. “Turns out the dagger could kill me” He said and paused a minute before he continued. “It will kill me if I don’t get the antidote within three months”.

I gasped at that and he looked at me with a sad smile. “I was lucky that it missed my heart or I would be dead by now”

We were both silent after he said those words, both lost in our thoughts before I decided to ask him. “What’s the antidote to the poison?”

He looked at me, unblinking and said “The blood of the dragon King”