The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 63

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 63 by desirenovel

Serena

Excited to start with the preparations, I decided to leave Aero’s chamber early in the morning. He was

still sleeping heavily and didn’t notice me when I left. In my room, I took a bath and changed.

Thereafter, I went to the castle kitchen to meet with the cook. Aside from planning the menu for the

party, I also needed breakfast. My stomach was growling and I owe it all to what happened last night—

me getting dined instead of me dinning.

In high spirits, I then continued to the grand hall. Aero’s Omega, Chris, a charming redhead, was

already at the entrance personally supervising the set-up of the tables and chairs.

“Your Highness, a pleasant morning,” he greeted, bowing low in deference to me.

I smiled and stood near the huge doorway. “Good morning to you too, Chris. So, what’s the plan?” I

asked, folding my arms over my chest and staring at the enormous size of the hall.

His tall frame dwarfed me just like all the other males of this kingdom, but I noticed how dumbstruck he

looked as he glanced at me.

“Uh, I was just about to ask that from you, Your Highness,” he stated. “Let me know what you need and

I will have the servants procure it.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and thought well and hard.

“Hm, don’t you always plan ahead for such a grand occasion?” I asked. True that I was ecstatic with

Aero’s offer, but sure enough, I would say it was at the last minute. He gave me just overnight to plan

the party. How was I going to pull it off without a hitch?

“Uh, yes, we do, Your Highness,” he answered, “but this occasion is especially special because of your

presence. King Aero has given me permission to use magic for the set-up of the party.”

Magic? My ears perked up.

“Wow, you know how to use it?” I tossed him a look of admiration. I definitely didn’t know werewolves

have that ability.

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“Oh no, Your Highness,” he smiled awkwardly. “What I meant was, I am allowed to use mage spells to

aid you in whatever you want for the party.”

I blinked a couple of times until I was able to process it right.

“Oh, I see, then that’s sweet,” I grinned. No wonder the king wasn’t worried about me supervising the

party. With magic and from a mage at that, my imagination could soar high.

“Okay, then, before we start, tell me about your past snow moon balls. What was it like?”

He paused for a moment and scratched his head.

“Er, actually, the last snow moon ball we had was before the late king died. That was more or less a

hundred years ago.”

“What?!” My eyes widened.

Then, I felt a presence behind me, so I turned around. It was the crown prince. He smiled at me first

before turning to Chris and signaling him to leave.

“I’m sure from the little information Earth has on us, you should know by now werewolves live up to

thousands of years, Serena,” Prince Elijah stated once we were alone.

“Prince Elijah, good morning,” I greeted, arching my brow and grinning at him.

“Hello, sister-in-law, I hadn’t seen you for a few days. How has it been?”

“Still holding on to my sanity, thank God,” I replied, still crossing my arms. “You busy?”

“I am, yes,” he answered, but then I saw him scrutinizing me without reservation.

“What?” I asked.

“Hmm, there’s something different about you now,” he declared. “I couldn’t pinpoint out what.”

At the back of my head, I was snickering. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but unfortunately, I

wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to him. It had to be Aero.

“Hm, it’s the dress maybe?” was my alibi, pointing to my turtleneck gown. If I had worn a different gown

then he’d surely see the many love marks on my neck that hasn’t healed. “Anyway, Chris said the last

snow moon ball was more or less a hundred years ago?”

He nodded and fortunately, jumped to the topic.

“Yes, that was when father still lived. He and mother loved to hold the snow moon ball every year. It

adds to the anticipation of the most-awaited phase of the moon where pretty much orgies and lots of

babies happen.”

I gulped in response. Orgies and babies. Huh. Figures.

“When father died, you could say my brother stopped the snow moon ball. There hasn’t been any since

then. I’m surprised to learn that he is holding one tonight. Maybe it has something to do with you? Did

you charm him already?”

His brows then wiggled, teasing me.

I acted like I didn’t notice it, choosing to stare at the servants fixing the tables.

“Hey, were you listening to me?” He snapped his fingers near my face.

“I was,” I answered, laughing deep inside. “How old are you now?”

“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” His brows furrowed.

“You said werewolves live for thousands of years and judging from the last snow moon ball in this

castle, I’m thinking you and the king are about a hundred years old?”

Yeah, it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that my husband was centuries older than me, but

that’s the beauty of being in a different realm I guess.

“I’m 422,” he replied simply. Aero is 629. It’s basic math in our realm. On Earth, it’s 22 and 29. We just

slash the third digit.”

I inwardly whistled.

“Wow, you guys ′are’ really old.”

“Time in all realms are different, sister-in-law,” he crossed his arms over his chest and smugly smiled at

me. “It’s a bit confusing if you ask me so we prefer to stick on Earth time as our constant reference.”

“Okay, well noted,” I answered, sighing. “Now, tell me about your previous snow moon balls. What was

it like?”

“Pretty much the same really: eat-all-you-can food, bottomless wine, VIP guests inside and outside

Phanteon, famous entertainments coming from the other realms, debauchery, and senseless

conversations.”

My lungs felt as if they were just punched by a gorilla.

“Wow, that sort of party huh?”

I wasn’t really a fan of going to parties on Earth, but just like my interest in fantasy paintings, I share an

admiration for the behind-the-scenes of a party: the preparation, the decors, the theme, and all that

jazz.

“Yeah, it was ′that′ kind of party,” he confirmed, “but since brother’s coronation, the parties had toned

down a bit. If it was him, he would have banned such congregation inside the castle but the council and

I advised him against it. It was after all one of a royal’s way of stamping his status. Anyway, since you

arrived, you’ve been to two parties already, right? Your wedding and brother’s birthday party combined

and that one held in your honor.”

“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded.

“I don’t know what got into Aero for giving this task to you, but I’m happy. It shows that he is slowly

trusting your opinions,” he stated, looking at me with delight in his eyes.

“I’ll try not to disappoint him,” I answered, keeping as much juice to myself as possible. God, Prince

Elijah’s innocence is so precious.

“You’re turning into a great luna, Serena. I’m happy about this progress.”

My lips curved into a small smile, “Thank you, Prince Elijah. You’ve been a great help too in my

journey.”

He then stepped backward and tipped his chin down towards me.

“Well now, I won’t keep your time. I’ll see you tonight.”

I returned the gesture. “Yes, see you later.”

After talking with Prince Elijah, I entered the grand hall and approached Chris. I shared with him my

vision for the party and he was very much enthusiastic to help out. He called all the servants and the

spell caster, Lord Mage Aizen, from the realm of mages and I did all the talking, explaining what the

grand hall would look like, the decors needed and the flow of the party.

The Mage, who was surprisingly very young looking for his title, was eager to start, telling me that he

needed to return to his home to deal with personal matters. I allowed him to leave once he cast his

spell, turning the grand hall into the exact vision I planned. He also provided boxes of the materials I

needed for the decor and for the guests to use later.

Chris who stood beside me at the center of the dance floor nodded in approval.

“His Majesty would be so proud of you, Your Highness. This is the first time I had seen the grand hall

like this,” he exclaimed.

My chest puffed with pride upon examining the whole area. “Yes, I can’t wait for him to see it.”

Just as I requested, the dance floor was augmented by the mage’s spell. It was still in the same center

spot but it had a black floor with a picture of the Universe in 3D effect. Directly above the dance floor

was a megalithic crystal chandelier with white cloths attached to the center chain and spreading

throughout the cathedral ceiling.

Floating shimmers, looking like tiny stars, made the ceiling look alive, plus floating candles in different

sizes added more to the effect. The Fantasy geek in me grinned. I patterned this idea from my favorite

book, Harry Potter. I just had to.

Rectangular tables surrounded the whole space of the grand hall. There were buffet tables on each

corner to be used only for desserts and refreshments as the main courses, I figured, were to be served

butler-style to the guests.

“But we still need to finish up the remaining decors, Chris. I wanted them in specific locations,” I stated,

turning my attention to the stacked boxes near us.

He signaled two servants to open the boxes and another five more to receive my instruction. Once I

gave them orders, they left the hall with the boxes of decors in hand.

Wanting to join with the decorating too, I grabbed my own box, went to the royal platform, and started

the arduous duty of securing the decors on the walls…

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Chris asked, nearing me with concern etched on his face some three

hours later. I was doing a few retouches of the table decors when I suddenly groaned in pain, quickly

touching my forehead in an attempt to nurse it.

“Yes, I’m okay,” I told him, smiling weakly. “I just had a sudden headache. Nothing severe.”

His shoulders relaxed and the concern on his face lightened.

“You need to rest though. You’ve been up and about since this morning, Your Highness,” he stated.

I easily dismissed him with a wave of a hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. We just need to finish decorating and we’ll be done.”

He didn’t look convinced with my words but nevertheless remained silent, hesitantly left me, and

continued to supervise the servants.

I took a late lunch inside my chamber thereafter with Rhea accompanying me. Aero visited sometime

later but since Rhea and I were already busy preparing for the ball, he left instead, but not before giving

me a heated stare.

With the help of two other female servants, I was dressed in the most exquisite ball gown I had ever

worn in two tones: silver and gold. My corset almost took all of my breath away, but it did provide quite

a good lift for my breasts. The design was an off-shoulder neckline but with a sheer-lace fabric to cover

my neck and arms. Sewn on it were also jewels, chandelier style, to create an illusion that I was

wearing a necklace, but in reality, it was so that my hickeys would be appropriately covered.

To highlight my slender neck and the gorgeous up-do that one of the maids created, I used teardrop

earrings—a combination of diamond and opal, and to complete my ensemble, I wore four-inch heels.

With how tall the king was, I didn’t think the added height would level our heads, but it would help with

kissing him easily.

“Your robe, Your Highness,” the other maid stated, lifting the thick, white garment up with both of her

hands. This would be my second time using this robe. The first was that party celebrated in my honor.

Aero’s eyes lit up seeing me wearing it at that time, but he never gave a word. I wondered now if he

would be different.

“You look breathtaking, Serena,” Rhea commented when I stood in front of the human-sized mirror in

all of my glory, “but there’s one thing missing.”

“What is?” I arched a brow, looking at her reflection.

“Your crown,” she pointed out.

I looked up and true enough, I agreed with her. A crown would actually better complete my

appearance.

“Oh, yeah, that one,” I sighed. “The king doesn’t seem to wear one, so I’m thinking I didn’t need one

too?”

“You certainly need one,” she said, knitting her brows, “You’re the queen of this kingdom.”

“That’s fine,” I gave her a lopsided smile. “Anyway, I prefer to be modest this way.”

“Well, it’s your call,” she shrugged her shoulders and thereafter pulled an item from the vanity table,

“And the last touch is this.”

I took it from her hand and wore it without the need for a tie. Lord Mage Aizen had wittily imbued magic

on the masks so that they wouldn’t fall off our faces.

“His Majesty won’t have any difficulty recognizing you, Your Highness. We are sure of it,” one of the

maids exclaimed, bearing pride in her eyes. The second one giggled as if she knew already my

appearance would affect a certain lengthy muscle of the king’s.

Deep inside, I giggled too. Now I couldn’t really wait to meet him like this.