The Alpha King's Rebellious Queen
The Alpha King’s Rebellious Queen Chapter 92

Cassius’s POV

I fell asleep with my beautiful mate in my arms after we made love. My dreams were happy as I ran around the field of daisies with my pups. I was laughing and chasing them as they giggled. It was a picture-perfect place. I never wanted to leave. Then I heard someone urgently calling my name, and the dream faded as I opened my eyes. Jemma was struggling to get out of my arms while calling my name. I released her and watched her struggle to get out of bed.

“Dammit, I am about to piss myself,” She growled as her belly was hindering her efforts to get out of the bed. She looked like an overturned turtle flailing her arms and legs. I had to stifle laughter as I got out of bed to help her up.

I picked her up, and she didn’t thank me but ran past me into the bathroom. Then I heard her express relief. I laughed as I sat on the bed.

“It’s not funny, Cassius,” I heard her snarl as the toilet flushed.

I couldn’t help it and kept laughing. I looked up to see my angry mate glaring at me from the bathroom door. “I am so sorry. love.” I said between laughs. She growled and waddled back to her side of the bed and lay down. I turned to her. “Do you feel better now?”

She had her arms folded as tears were welling up in her eyes. “No, my a*****e mate is laughing at me.” She sniffled.

I leaned towards her. “Love, I am not laughing at you. You just looked adorable trying to get out of bed.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I am not adorable. I am a big old useless whale.”

I stroked her belly and felt the twins wake up and start kicking. That only made Jemma growl. “Oh f**k, now they are going to be awake all night. Good going.”

I sighed and hung my head as I removed my hand from her. “How can I make it up to you?” I leaned towards her to k**s her, but she pulled away from me, causing Enoch to whimper in my head.

She was still glaring at me. “Well, since I won’t be sleeping any time soon, I could use some food.” She fluttered her pretty little eyes at me.

“I am at your service, my Queen.” I smiled at her in an attempt to get her to stop glaring.

“I am craving a peanut butter and pickle sandwich with mayo.”

My face wrinkled at her request. She had been requesting that awful concoction almost every night. And since I didn’t want to bother the kitchen staff, I ended up making it myself, and it made me gag. But my very pregnant mate loved it.

“Please, Cassy.” She was finally smiling at me.

I sighed. “Alright, love,” I said to her as I leaned in to k**s her pouty lips. She softened as the sparks ignited between us.

“The kitchen is downstairs and to the left of the common room.” She pulled back from me. “Hurry up.” She patted my arm.

Sighing, I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I walked out of her room into the dark hallway of the Zephyr Moon packhouse. ‘We are so whipped,’ Enoch grumbled in my head.

‘No s**t, Sherlock,’ I replied to him. Down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a light on over the large stove as I looked around the kitchen. It was a different setup than the one back at the palace. I found what looked like a pantry and opened it. I was happy to see both bread and peanut butter. I opened one of the large fridges, and luckily I found both pickles slices and mayo. I set the ingredients on the counter, found a plate and some utensils, and started making the sandwich. I cringed as I spread mayo onto the bread.

A familiar scent hit my senses as someone walked into the kitchen behind me. Then a male laugh made me turn. My father-in-law stood a few feet away, wearing only shorts. He was an imposing alpha male. Fitting the legend that surrounded him. “Late night cravings?” He snorted as he looked at the ingredients. He laughed and sat on a stool by a counter.

“Yeah, I was a bad mate and laughed at her.”

Phil cringed. “Bad move, son.”

“Tell me about it. She looked like an overturned turtle trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, and I laughed.”

Phil snorted. “And you are still alive,” He folded his arms. “My Jemma has gone soft.”

“She looked so adorable, Phil.”

He rolled his eyes as I was spreading peanut butter on the bread. Phil looked at the sandwich. “Like mother, like daughter,” He remarked as he took a pickle out of the jar and popped it into his mouth. “Melinda used to crave the same thing when she was pregnant with Jemma and Iain.”

I laughed at the thought as I placed plenty of pickles on the sandwich. “It’s so gross, though.”

“Yeah.” Phil snorted. “Though I wish I had a camera right now. The king of werewolves up at three am, making a sandwich for his mate. You are so whipped.” He made the whip sound.

I turned and glared at him as he laughed. I finished the sandwich and grabbed a can of Sprite from the fridge. “Hilarious,” I mumbled.

“It is. I mean, I know my daughter is fiesty. But damn man.”

I picked up the plate with Jemma’s sandwich and the can of pop. “On your knees, Phil,” I said to my father-in-law in my king tone. He growled lowly as he dropped to his knees. Even the most powerful alphas could not resist my orders. “Good night, Phil.”

“You are not going to make me stay like this, are you?” Phil growled at me.

I shrugged my shoulders as I started walking out of the kitchen. “That depends.”

“Jemma won’t like it.”

My shoulders slumped. “Stand up, Phil,” I said in my tone, and he rose to his feet. I laughed. “Good night,” I said again and then left the kitchen. I heard Phil laughing as I walked through the common room to the stairs.

‘Cassius, where is my sandwich?’ Jemma’s impatient voice growled through our mind link.

‘I am almost there, love.’ I replied to her. Was I whipped?

‘Yes, you are whipped,’ Enoch snorted.

I reached the room and opened it. Jemma was sitting up in bed, watching as I walked in. She licked her lips in anticipation of the sandwich. I handed her the plate and set the can of soda on the table beside the bed. I cringed as she happily bit into it. “Mmm, you did a good job, babe.” She said with her mouth full.

I nodded as I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself. After I was done, I walked back into the room, and she was almost done with the sandwich. “Slow down. You don’t want to choke, love.” I said to her. I sat on the bed.

“But it’s so good, and I am starving.” She responded as she licked mayo from her fingers. “Who knew the king of werewolves was good at making sandwiches.”

“It came as a shock to me too,” I laughed. “My poor pups are being subjected to that frightening concoction.”

She rolled her eyes. “They can’t taste it. But if they could, they would love it.”

I lay down across the bed, resting my head next to her large belly. I kissed her soft skin and felt kicks. I looked up at her, and she was done with the sandwich and drinking her soda. I closed my eyes for a moment and then felt a strong kick on my cheek. I rubbed my face. “Ouch.”

She laughed at my pain. “I think that was Malcolm.”

“Kicking Daddy isn’t nice, Malcolm,” I said against her belly.

“Well, your big head is squishing them together.”

I sat up and looked at her. She had a naughty expression on her face. I leaned down to k**s her. Her breath smelled like pickles and peanut butter. I pulled back. “Your breath stinks.”

She pouted. “I’m sorry.”

I kissed her despite the stink. “Let’s go back to sleep,” I said quietly.

She complied and snuggled down into the bed, and I hovered over her placing light k****s down her body. I kissed her belly, only to be kicked again. “Our pups are fiesty.” She laughed.

“Well, they are your offspring,” I said as I kissed my way back up her belly. I lightly nibbled her mark and felt her shudder and gasp. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I brought my lips to hers. The fire between us ignited. We devoured each other’s lips as I felt myself getting harder.

“In me, now.” She demanded as her violet eyes stared into mine.

“Are you sure?” I smirked at her. I g*****d happily as her hands pushed my boxers down. Then I purred as her hands stroked my large c**k. “I guess that’s a yes.” I lay on the bed beside her, and she positioned herself with her back to my chest. I rubbed her already wet clit a few times before positioning my c**k at her entrance. I then thrust into her as she m****d out loud.

“f**k me, Cassius.” She whined as I pressed my lips to her shoulder. One of my hands caressed her large breasts while the other rubbed her clit. She m****d and writhed as I thrust into her.

“That’s my girl,” I said as her m***s turned into little screams. I went faster into her, and she moved her h**s in rhythm with me. “You feel so good, love.” I purred in her ear.

“You are so hard.” She m****d out.

“Always for you.” I felt her walls clench around me as I was nearing my o****m. “Shall we c*m together, love?”

She nodded as I extended my canines and bit into her mark. She screamed out as we both orgasmed together. I stopped thrusting, and we panted. I released the mark and licked her skin and the tiny drops of b***d.

“I hope we didn’t wake everyone up with that little screaming sessions.” I laughed as I pulled out of her. She rolled her body over so she was facing me.

She kissed my mark and up my neck till she was consuming my lips. She then lay her cheek against my chest. I watched as her eyes slowly closed again. “Sleep well, my Queen,” I whispered to her. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to my mate sleeping on my chest.

Hours later, the sunlight streamed through the thick curtains over the large window. Jemma was already trying to get out of bed and whining. “Cassy,” She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I sighed and got to help her. She still looked like a flailing turtle. I picked her up and set her on the ground, and she quickly ran into the bathroom. I sighed and sat on the bed. I then heard the shower turn on and smirked as I stood up and ran into the bathroom. The shower was smaller than the one in our room at the palace, but it still sufficed for what I wanted to do to her.

Twenty minutes later, we emerged through the steam. I helped her dry off, and we walked out of the bathroom into the closet where our luggage was. She rummaged through and chose one of her new dresses. It was a light blue with tiny flowers on the hem. It hung down to her knees. She slipped on some sandals, and then she put her blonde hair into a ponytail.

I put on a pair of blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. She smiled as I got dressed. “Does my Queen approve of my outfit?”

She nodded. “Yes, my King.” She started out of the closet and swatted her butt. “I am going to go get Nicky from my brother’s room. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Okay, love,” I responded to her as she walked out of her room. I finished getting dressed and then walked out of the room. I heard Jemma talking to her twin as Nick giggled. My son ran out of his uncle’s room and saw me.

“Hey, buddy,” I said to him as he ran over to me.

“Daddy!” He squealed as I scooped him up into my arms.

“Thanks again for watching him, Iain.” She said to her brother.

Iain was standing in the doorway of his room dressed in shorts and a tank top. “We need to soundproof the other rooms in this house.” He mumbled, and I smirked at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did we keep you up?”

He folded his arms and glared at me. “Shut up.” He snarled and closed the door.

I laughed as Jemma walked over to me. “I think your brother heard us.”

She shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time he heard me with someone.”

That only made me growl. “Right,” I grumbled. “I’m not the first guy you’ve had in that bed.” I turned away from her and started towards the stairs. Phil and Melinda were emerging from their room arm in arm. They smiled at me.

“Good morning, Jemma, Cassius,” Luna Melinda greeted us. She tickled Nick’s back. “Good morning, Nicky.”

“Hi, Grandma.” He replied to her.

“Did you two get any sleep last night?” Phil asked us.

Jemma smiled at her father. “Yes, Dad.”

“Jemma, are you wearing a dress?” Melinda asked her daughter.

“Yes, Mom,” She replied.

Melinda laughed and looked at Phil. “It’s a miracle, Phillip.”

“Mom, I am only wearing them while I am pregnant. They are more comfortable.”

“Sure, Jemma.” The luna said as we went down the stairs.

We got to the bottom of the stairs, and I set Nick on the ground. He ran over to the couch in the common room where Jemma’s younger sister Tiffany was sitting by herself.

“Hi Auntie Tiffy,” Nick said to her.

She hugged him but looked sad.

“What’s wrong, Tiff?” Jemma said as she sat beside her sister.

“I can’t smell my mate. I got up early to see if I could smell him, and well,” She glanced between Jemma and I. “Certain royal couples were a little loud.”

Jemma snorted. “Uh, sorry.”

“Anyways, I can’t smell him yet.”

Luna Melinda sat on the other side of her younger daughter. “Tiffany, sweetie, perhaps your mate isn’t in our pack. I bet you replace him when you go to the palace for luna classes.” She said to reassure her daughter.

“Yeah, there are a lot of unmated young alphas, still,” I said to her.

Phil growled behind me. He didn’t like the sound of his youngest daughter getting a mate. Melinda glared at him. “Phillip, she is old enough to replace her mate.”

Phil sighed. “I know Melinda. But I’m just not ready.”

“Daddy, I’m ready, though,” Tiffany said to her father.

Iain joined us a moment later with Esther beside him. “What’s going on?”

“Tiffany hasn’t smelled her mate yet,” Jemma said to her twin.

“Oh,” Iain responded.

Melinda stood up from the couch. “Come on, everyone, let’s go get breakfast. I can hear everyone’s stomach rumbling. And then we have to finish getting everything ready for Tiffany’s party.” She said while helping Jemma stand up from the couch.

We entered the dining room, and the pack members were sitting at the table already eating. It wasn’t as formal here like in the palace. They did stop eating as we walked in. They started to get up. “No, that isn’t necessary. Keep eating, “I said to them. They looked at their alpha.

“You heard the king. Keep eating,” Alpha Phillip added. They went back to eating as we took our seats. “Well, the food is over there.” Phil pointed to buffets filled with food. “Help yourselves.”

Jemma started to get up from her chair. “Love, stay there. I’ll get you a plate.” I smiled at her.

Phil made the whipping noise as I walked over to the buffet. I turned a glare at him. “Don’t make me put you on your knees again, alpha.” I laughed at the confused looks on my mate and his mate.

“What is he talking about, Dad?” I heard Jemma ask him.

I filled a plate with eggs, sausage, and meat with some toast, took it back to the table and set it in front of Jemma. “Would you like juice also?” I asked her as she didn’t hesitate to dig into the food. She nodded. I went back to the buffet and got her some juice. Once she was happy, I filled up a plate with waffles and bacon for Nick.

“Damn, look how domestic you are since you found your mate, Cass,” Zion said beside me as I was finally filling up my plate.

I looked at the new Beta of Zephyr Moon. “Is that a problem, beta?”

He snorted. “No, it’s just a refreshing sight,” He laughed.

I had known Zion as long as I had known Deke. We all grew up together, so I saw him as a brother, just like Deke. I was glad he fitted into this new pack well. He was just a strong a warrior as his older brother. I sat beside my mate as she was stuffing her face.

“Jemma, would you be willing to help me set up Tiffany’s party?” Melinda asked her.

Jemma nodded. “Sure, mom.”

The luna snorted. “Wearing dresses, willing to decorate. What have you done to my rebellious child, Cassius?”

I shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Mom, I am still the same,” Jemma said to her mother.

Melinda laughed. “It’s a refreshing change.”

“I haven’t changed that much, have I?” Jemma looked at her siblings.

Iain cleared his throat. “Well, I haven’t seen you wearing any of your band shirts in a long time. Or wearing a lot of black.”

“Well, Cassius threw away most of my shirts.” Jemma looked at me.

“Why did he do that?” Tiffany asked her sister.

Jemma gave me a look. “He didn’t think they were suitable for a queen to wear.”

“I made a mistake,” I mumbled.

“Some of those were my old shirts, Cassius.” Phil joined in. “They are hard to replace.”

I hung my head. I hated that the MacKenzie clan was ganging up on me. I held up a hand. “I’m sorry.”

Jemma patted my hand. “It’s alright. I have been slowly replacing some of them. I just can’t wear them right now because of-” She leaned back to indicate her stomach.

“Well, after the twins are born, you can go back to dressing how you want, love.” I smiled at her.

“So, have you two thought of names for those pups of yours yet?” Melinda asked us.

“Yes, Mom. We have. But we won’t reveal them until they are born.”

“Come on, Jemma.” Melinda goaded her daughter.

Jemma sighed. “We haven’t told Cassius’s parents either.”

“You did tell my sister, though.” I reminded her.

Melinda narrowed her eyes at Jemma. “Please tell us. I want to make them blankets with their names on it.”

Jemma looked at me. “What do you think?”

“It’s up to you, love. But we will have to tell my parents.”

“Okay,” Jemma patted my hand. “The girl pup will be Daisy, and the boy pup will be Malcolm.”

Melinda clapped her hands. “Those are great names.” She smiled at me.

“So, while the ladies are taking care of party stuff, would you mind training with my warriors?” Phil asked me.

I shrugged. “Sure, Phil. I wouldn’t mind kicking your a*s again.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I kicked your a*s last time.”

“No, I kicked your a*s,” I argued back.

“You came close, and that was only because you needed Terry’s help.”

I snorted. “You know my dad could kick your a*s too.”

“Terry has never beaten me.”

My father-in-law looked me in the eyes. The two of us stared as a challenge between two alpha males. “Fine, Phil. Let’s see who the better warrior is.” I smirked at him.

Phil looked at Iain. “Iain, let’s show your brother-in-law how well MacKenzies fight.”

Iain smirked at his father. “Damn right, Dad.”

“It’s on.”

“Try not to hurt my mate, Daddy,” Jemma said to her father.

My mouth fell open. “Your daddy won’t hurt me,” I said to her.

“We’ll see about that,” She smiled.

“Jemma, you are supposed to be on my side.” I frowned at her.

Alpha Phillip laughed. “I’m afraid Jemma is a daddy’s girl.” He stood up from the table. “Let’s go get the warriors warmed up, Iain.”

I looked at Jemma. “I’ll see you later, love.” I leaned over and kissed her.

“Okay, Cass. Have fun.”

I waved at her sister and mother. “I’ll see you ladies at the party later.”

“Warriors. We get to train with King Cassius today. So you all better be on your A-game.” Phillip said to his pack. “Be on the field in ten minutes.” He ordered, and then I followed him out of the dining room.