The Alpha King's Rebellious Queen
The Alpha King’s Rebellious Queen Chapter 98

Cassius’s POV

I had been sleeping soundly in this uncomfortable hospital bed when I was woken up suddenly. Jemma had gotten out of bed to run to the bathroom, and I felt cold from the lack of her touch. We had spent all night in each other’s embrace. Her face was on my chest and her belly resting against mine after nearly dying the night before. I felt good this morning. Between my mate’s touch and the antidote Dr. Mitchell administered, I was going to be just fine. Now I was looking forward to punishing the ones responsible.

I looked towards the small bathroom as the toilet flushed. Jemma walked out a minute later. Her hand on her belly. It seemed to have grown since yesterday. She lay beside me, and I placed my hand on her soft skin, and my pups immediately responded. She winced a little, and I felt guilty cause I knew it was starting to hurt her. “Sorry, love.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder. “It just hurts as they get bigger.” She placed her hand on mine.

I kissed the top of her head. “Another month, and we’ll get to meet them. Well, their human sides. We already met their wolves.”

She laughed softly as Dr. Mitchell walked into the room. He had a clipboard in his hand. “Good morning, your majesties.”

I nodded my head. “Morning.”

“How do you feel this morning?” He asked me.

I shrugged. “I feel excellent, actually. Hard to tell I almost died last night.” Jemma stiffened beside me and tightened her grip on my hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed it while looking her in the eyes. “Almost, love. I’m still here.”

Her violet eyes peered into mine, and for a moment, we forgot the doctor in the room.

He cleared his throat. “Well, this is awkward.” He mused, and Jemma laughed. “Anyway, I am releasing you but take it easy.” He instructed me.

“Thank you, doctor. And I’ll be sure to have my doctors contact you about that antidote.”

He bowed. “I look forward to it.” Then he left the room.

I looked down and remembered I had nothing on under the sheet. “I need clothes,” I said out loud. ‘Mom, are you up?’ I mind-linked my mother.

‘Yes, we were about to come to see you.’ She replied.

‘Can you possibly bring me some clothes? My luggage is in Jemma’s old room.’ I told her.

‘Where is that located?’ She responded. ‘Oh, never mind, Melinda is here. I’ll ask her. Then I’ll bring you some clothes.’

‘Thanks, Mom.’ I looked at Jemma. “We’ll leave as soon as my mother brings me clothes.”

She smirked and ran her hand under the sheet. Chills ran down my spine as I felt her soft hand on my flaccid c**k. Though with minimal stroking from my mate, it sprang to attention immediately. “Oh, my king likes that.”

“Of course I like that, love.” I purred as the sparks of electricity coursed through my body. She smiled at me as she increased her stroking speed. She looked at me with mischief in her eyes and then lowered her head under the covers. “Jemma,” I tried to stop her and then felt her lips on my shaft.

“I can stop if you want?” I heard her say under the sheet.

I growled lowly. “No, don’t stop.”

She giggled, and then I m****d as I felt her take my entire length into her mouth. She then began to bob and suck while massaging my balls. I pulled her hair back and began to move my h**s to meet her rhythm. She deep-throated my c**k a few times, which made me m**n louder. I gripped the sides of the bed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“f**k. Don’t stop, babe.” I told her. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she sucked on my balls while massaging my very hard c**k. I m****d out as she went back to sucking my c**k. I felt myself tighten, getting ready to blow my load when the door of the room opened. My eyes widened as my parents and Jemma’s parents walked in.

Jemma stopped bobbing her head but stayed under the sheet, but it was evident to everyone what she was doing.

My mother wordlessly set some clothes on the chair by the bed, and then she walked out, followed by the others.

“Did they leave?” Jemma asked quietly.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Should I finish?”

I was still hard. “Yes.”

She went back to what she was doing, and I m****d until I was close to o****m again. “I’m going to c*m, love,” I growled out as my seed blasted into her eager mouth. She swallowed my load and then licked me clean. She kissed her way up my body and then to my lips, letting me taste myself. “Thank you,” I said to her.

“Anything for my King,” She responded against my lips.

She got up from the bed and looked at the clothes. “Oh, look, your mom brought me clothes too.”

I slowly got out of bed and rose unsteadily to my feet. Jemma was next to me, helping to steady me. “I need to go into the bathroom,” I told her, and she helped me into the small bathroom. I frowned, looking at the shower. It was barely big enough to fit me, let alone my pregnant mate and me. “Sorry, love. No shower s*x this morning.”

“That’s alright. Our parents are waiting for us.”

I leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll be right out.”

She smiled and left me in the bathroom to do my business. After my short shower, I walked back into the room. Jemma was sitting on the bed. She had changed into the clothes my mother had brought her. She was in a cute little jumper-style pink dress.

“My Jemma is wearing pink?” I exclaimed.

She shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

I clutched my chest and gasped. “My pink hating mate just said something pink isn’t that bad.”

She rolled her eyes. “Get dressed, you i***t. Breakfast is ready, and we are starving.”

I snorted. “i***t?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

I fake sniffled and picked up the clothes my mother had brought for me. It was just some jeans and a t-shirt. Quickly I got dressed.

“Okay, let’s go.” Jemma got up from the bed and waddled over to the door. I could hear her stomach rumbling. I grabbed her hand, and we walked together out of the hospital. She leads me into the packhouse and into the dining room. Everyone was already eating when we walked in, and they all stopped and looked up.

“Don’t stop on account of us,” I said to them.

My parents were sitting with Jemma’s parents. Nick was sitting on Phil’s lap eating waffles. He looked up and hopped off his grandfather’s lap.

“Mommy! Daddy!” He squealed while running over to us. I scooped him up into my arms and kissed his cheek.

“Good morning, my son. How are you today?”

Jemma ran her hand down his back.

“I’m eating waffles.”

I laughed as I carried him over to the table. I set Nick down as we reached the table. He climbed back onto his grandfather’s lap to finish his waffles. “I’ll get you food, Cass,” Jemma said while heading towards the buffet.

I grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to do that, love.”

“Cassius, you just got out of the hospital. So, sit down, and shut up while I get you some food.” She nearly yelled at me, causing the dining room to fall silent.

“Okay,” I replied quietly and took my seat. I heard snickering from my father and Phil. “What?”

Phil made the whip sound, and I glared at him. “You are right, Philly. My son is so whipped.” My father laughed.

I rolled my eyes at them. “Like you two aren’t whipped?”

“Oh, we are so whipped,” Phil added and smirked at Melinda, who looked at my mother with an eye roll.

“So, why pick on me?”

Phil laughed as Jemma set a cup of coffee in front of me. “Because it’s f*****g hilarious,” Phil replied.

“A*s.” I snarled as I took a sip of my coffee.

“Daddy said a*s,” Nick added. He was still sitting on Phil’s lap.

“Nicky, don’t say a*s.” Jemma scolded him as a plate full of meat and eggs was placed in front of me.

“But Daddy called Grandpa an a*s.” He responded to his mother.

She glared at me. “Good job.” She walked back to the buffet.

“Oh great, now my mate is mad at me,” I grumbled while digging into my food.

Phil and my father snickered again. Nothing good ever came of those two being together. The former king of werewolves and the almighty Alpha of Zephyr Moon acted like teenagers.

Jemma sat beside me, and I noticed she only had some eggs and toast. It did not look like a lot of food.

“Love, is that all you are eating?”

She nodded. “My stomach is feeling queasy.”

“Must have been something you ate at the hospital,” Her father said with a snicker.

She looked at him for a moment and then blushed. “Dad!”

He shrugged. “What? Like, we didn’t know what you were doing under that sheet.”

“Mom!” She complained to her mother.

“It’s all good, Jemma,” My father interjected. “I’m glad you are so good at taking care of my son.” He winked at her, and she turned beet red.

“Dad,” I looked at him, and my mother glared at him.

“Don’t mind your father, Cassy. He always turns into a giant i***t whenever he is around Phil.”

“They are worse than teenagers, Izzy,” Melinda added.

Izzy snorted. “Tell me about it.”

Clearing my throat, I wanted to change the subject to more serious matters. “So about the attack last night. We know Olivia and her brother were involved. Have you gotten any more information out of her or the rogues?”

Phil shook his head. “We haven’t spoken to them yet. We wanted to wait until you were well enough.”

“Okay, we can go interrogate them after breakfast.”

“I’ll have my beta and delta meet us in the dungeon,” Phil replied.

I looked around the dining room and didn’t see either one of our betas. “Where are Deke and Zion?”

“Oh, they opted to have breakfast on the beta floors. I guess they wanted to catch up.” Phil explained.

‘Deke, when you are finished with breakfast, please meet us in the dungeon.’ I mind-linked my beta.

‘Well, good morning to you too, Cassius. Good to know you are up and about.’ He replied with an air of snark.

‘Just meet us in the dungeon, Deke. Quit being an a*s.’

I heard him laugh in response. ‘An a*s is all I know how to be, Cass. I assume Alpha MacKenzie wants Zion there also?’

‘Yes.’ I replied. ‘No rush. Finish your breakfast.’

“Can I be there for the interrogation?” Jemma asked.

Her father stiffened. “I don’t think so, Jemma.”

“Why? That b***h nearly had my mate assassinated. I want to be there.”

“I think you should be there, Jemma” I smiled down at her. She returned the smile.

“Cassius, I don’t think that is a good idea,” Phil looked at me.

“Why? She can handle it.”

Phil looked at my father. “Help me out, Terry.”

“Phil. I agree with my son. Jemma is the Queen and thus equal to the king. If she wants to participate in matters such as this, then she should,” My father explained.

Phil sighed loudly. “Fine. I guess I have lost control in my pack.” He stood up. “I’ll meet you all in the dungeon in ten minutes. He snarled and walked out of the room.

“Dad,” Jemma called out to him.

“Jemma, just let your father cool down,” Her mother said to her.

“Jemma, just let your father cool down,” Her mother said to her.

Jemma sighed as Nick ran over to her. She leaned down and kissed him. “Hi, my sunshine.”

“Jemma, I can watch Nick for a bit for you,” Her mother told her.

“Thanks, Mom. And I didn’t mean to upset Dad.”

Luna Melinda laughed. “He’ll get over it. He still hasn’t quite come to terms with the fact that his little girl is now the Queen of all of us. He still sees you as a child.”

‘Cassius,’ Deke linked me again. ‘Hey, just so you know, I am having Maria and Ward bring in your dad’s old delta, Wayne. We think he was the one that organized the attack.’

‘Good job, Deke. Are you ready to meet us in the dungeon?’

‘Almost.’

‘Well, be there in ten minutes, Alright?’

‘Okay.’ He replied.

“Dad, Deke said that Maria and Ward are bringing Wayne Irwin here. They believe he was the one that organized the attack.”

My father growled and balled up his fist. “All of these years of friendship, and this is how he repays me. By trying to have my son killed.” He stood up. “I’ll meet you in the dungeon. I need to blow off some steam.”

“Are you done with breakfast, love?” I asked Jemma.

She nodded. “Yeah. Just let me use the ladies’ room real quick, and I’ll meet you in the dungeon.” I helped her to her feet and kissed the top of her head. I then watched as she waddled away. I looked down at Nick, who was sitting in a chair next to his Grandmother. “Hey, Nick. Mommy and I have some work to do. Later we’ll spend some time together before we go home.”

He smiled up at me. “Okay, Daddy. Can we get ice cream?”

I ruffled his hair. “Sure, son.” I smiled at Melinda.

“I am so glad to see him being taken care of so well,” My mother-in-law said to me.

“I love Nick. I don’t care that he is not of my b***d. He is my son and will always be my son. No matter what.”

Melinda smiled at me. “You are a good man, Cassius. I could not be happier that you are my daughter’s mate.”

I leaned down to k**s her cheek then I kissed my mother’s cheek. “I’ll see you two later.”

“Make that b***h pay.” My mother smirked at me. “And her wretched father. I was always suspicious of him and his whole family.” She explained.

I laughed and walked out of the dining room. As I headed out of the packhouse, I was met with a thin female in slutty clothes. I believe it was the one named Rosalind. The one that Jemma hated. She touched my arm.

“Your majesty. I am glad to see you are well.” She purred and tried to press herself against me. I backed up.

“I have business to attend to,” I told her and stopped her hand from running up my chest.

“That t-shirt does nothing to hide your assets. I never realized what a delicious hunk of man you were.” She looked up at me with brown eyes that did nothing for me. Her other hand crept up my arm, making me shudder.

I then heard a growl behind us and turned to my angry pregnant mate. “Get your slimy hands off of my man, Rosalind,” Jemma growled in her queen tone.

Rosalind stiffened and dropped her hands. She snarled back at Jemma. “I was just giving him a compliment.”

Jemma walked over and grabbed my arm. She glared at her enemy. “I know exactly what you were doing. So back off before I rip your f*****g throat out.” Jemma took a step towards the other she-wolf.

I grabbed her shoulder. “Calm down, Jemma.”

She snarled and pulled away from me. Her fists balled up.

“You should listen to your man, Jemma. You wouldn’t want to cause damage to those whelps in your belly,” Rosalind responded. Jemma then pinned her against the wall with a hand tightly gripping the other she-wolf’s throat.

“Care to repeat that,” Jemma hissed. Rosalind choked and gasped but said nothing. “I didn’t think so.” She snarled and then released Rosalind, who slumped onto the floor. “If I see you touch King Cassius again, I won’t be as merciful, do you understand me?” She was using her tone again.

Rosalind nodded with tears in her eyes. “Yes.”

“Good.” Jemma grabbed my arm, and we walked out of the packhouse in silence. “Was I too harsh with her?” Jemma asked me as we neared the dungeon.

“Maybe a little. But hasn’t she been bothering you for years?” I replied.

“Yeah. But why do all the females feel the need to touch you?”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her lips. “Because I am hot,” I smirked against her lips.

“Damn hot, king.” She mumbled.

I deepened the k**s and tightened my hold on her. “This hot king belongs to no one but you, my Queen.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and our lips lingered on each other for a few moments as I tasted her tongue. Then there was a clearing of a throat.

“Can you two stop making out for a minute? We have work to do,” Phil growled.

I looked at him, and he was standing a few feet away with his beta and my beta. My father joined a second later. “What are we standing around for?” My father asked.

“Your son won’t get his hands off my daughter,” Phil still sounded angry from earlier.

“Dad,” Jemma glared at her father. “He is my mate. Not some random guy.”

Phil rolled his eyes and walked towards the dungeon. It was built similar to the one at the palace but a bit smaller. He put his password into the pad beside the iron door and then opened it to allow us all in. “After you guys.” He said as we filed into the building.