The Alpha King Call Boy: Chap 47-128
: Chapter 69

Fiona

Everything happened so fast after Alexander suddenly appeared, looking positively homicidal.

I had only seen this look in his eyes once before. It was when he was beating his half-brother Lucas into a bloody pulp, after the younger man made the mistake of disrespecting Alexander in public and then throwing a single, sloppy punch at his jaw.

My mind reeled. It made no sense that either Alexander or Baron was at my office at all. And yet here they were, the both of them at once, out of nowhere. And things got ugly fast.

Baron had been clasping my hands in a vice grip, like hanging onto them was somehow going to convince me to perform the absurd favor he was asking for.

Then, just as I was beginning to think some very unkind things about my ex, revolving around a theme of hoping for his ill fortune, the Angel of Death took shape behind him in the form of my powerful and possessive fiancé. As if we were living inside an old fable written to warn, Be careful what you wish for.

Alexander witnessed Baron’s grip on me from a half-blind angle. When I saw the dark, stone cold look in his eyes, I understood immediately that Alexander misread the dynamic at play in the situation he had just stumbled upon. He thought something was going on between me and Baron.

Upon sight of Alexander, Baron finally released his hold on me, to my relief. But the damage had already been done.

Baron had just enough time to pronounce a single syllable, saying, “Al—” before his body was up in the

air and his voice turned into a scream.

For whatever reason, my brain found the time, amidst the chaos, to pointlessly wonder whether the word was going to be “Alpha” or “Alexander.”

Alexander had taken Baron by his shirt collar, pulled him out of my office and thrown him down the hall. He shot me a hard look before pacing calmly after his victim, who had rolled onto his side and was now attempting to get up onto his feet. Baron held a supplicating hand up toward Alexander as the much larger, much stronger man approached him slowly.

“It’s not what you think,” he said, just as Alexander reached him where he lay. “Please, just listen,” he started.

But Alexander just kicked Baron in the shoulder, knocking him back to the ground. Baron grunted, landing flat on his back. He tried again to roll onto his

side, his legs scrambling frantically on the polished hardwood floor as he attempted to crawl away, but Alexander paced another couple steps forward, his affect still chillingly calm, and kicked Baron again, this time in the stomach, and with a lot more force, eliciting a dog-like yelp from the downed man.

With my eyes glued to the two Alphas, I had not observed the arrivals of all my colleagues, but as Baron cried out in pain, clutching at the center of his body, I noticed the flurry of activity coming closer.

Everyone was here, watching the drama unfold.

With my eyes glued to the two Alphas, I had not observed the arrivals of all my colleagues, but as Baron cried out in pain, clutching at the center of his body, I noticed the flurry of activity coming closer.

Everyone was here, watching the drama unfold.

Alexander stood tall in the center of everything,

glaring down at Baron, apparently unfazed by the gawking crowd that now encircled them. Turning on his heel, he swiveled around and shifted his full attention to me.

Not a soul moved to offer aid to the man on the ground. They knew who Alexander was, and dared not interfere.

I had not made it very far out of my office, only stepped just outside of it into the hallway. Alexander locked eyes with me and began walking back in my direction, just as casually as before. His eyes were still dark and stony, looking almost black and deeper set than usual.

It was not exactly fear that I felt as he approached me. There was a little bit of dread that came along with the uncertainty about what was going to happen next.

But for the most part, I was just deeply, desperately aroused.

I was still mad at Alexander for his grand deception.

But I was not thinking about that at the moment. I was also still in estrus, after all, and after bearing witness to this display of his strength and intensity, my body wanted Alexander now more than ever.

Alexander

“Come with me.” I grabbed Fiona’s hand and led her down the hall toward the conference rooms. The first one we came to was empty. I pulled her inside and closed the door behind us.

Fiona looked up at me, blushing. I could smell that she was turned on.

I was furious, still seeing red. My wolf wanted to take me over, pressing underneath my skin. It was all I could do to keep myself from shifting.

Next thing I knew, I was pushing Fiona up against a wall and pulling up the skirt of her dress frantically, wanting her badly. Wanting to prove that she was mine. She moved her legs apart as I reached between them. I started stroking lightly over her panties, and she circled her cold hands around my neck passively, licking her lips.

“Do you like that?” I asked her tauntingly, my lips close to her ear.

She breathed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

I shoved her panties to the side, then, and slid one

finger up inside her. Her back arched reflexively.

“How about that? Does that feel good?”

She bit her bottom lip and moaned, “Mm-hmm.”

I pressed a second finger inside her slowly. The way she gasped in reaction set me on fire. I pulsed my fingers in and out of her fast then, feeling her begin to shiver as I got her going.

“You love it, huh?” I heard myself saying. My voice sounded thick and unfamiliar. I was looking Fiona in the eye, but I didn’t see her. All I saw was the image of her and Baron together in her office, holding hands.

And a horrid, vivid fantasy of the two of them naked in bed together. “Did that guy ever fuck you as good I do?” I asked without thinking, in a deep growl that seemed to come from somewhere far away. “I bet you’d sleep with any living man, though. What difference does it make, huh? As long as you can get

off, that’s all you need, right?”

Fiona slapped me hard across the face.

Then before I could process what had just happened, she shoved my chest hard with both hands, sending me staggering backward.

“How could you say that to me?” she snapped. “What the fuck?”

My blood was still boiling, but it was starting, slowly, to cool.

I looked up and saw, for the first time, my usually cold and indifferent fiancée looking at me like she’d been wounded.

Fiona started pressing her clothes back into place. I noticed that her hands were trembling.

“I am worthy of respect, Alexander,” she said, looking at me and shaking her head. Her eyes were red and glassy. “And I am not a whore.”