Owned By The Alpha Brothers

Alden.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, she was still fast asleep, lying right next to me with her head on my chest; beautiful blonde hair all over her place, with a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I pressed my lips to her forehead, stroking her hair and soon after, her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey princess," I murmured.

She smiled sweetly, snuggling closer to me. "I'm no princess. I used to be a servant... a mere lowly Omega for that matter," she revealed in a low whisper.

"You don't look like you've ever done any labor in your life. To me, you are and always were a princess," I said.

We heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room and a knock was soon heard on the door.

I wanted to leave the sheets to open the door, but Ciara stopped me, pressing tighter against me. "Don't go anywhere. I just want us to stay this way forever," she said.

"Greetings, Prince Alden. The Alpha King has requested your presence in his chamber immediately," a guard's voice announced from outside after we failed to open the door.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I can't ignore my father," I explained.

She whined a bit, but she eventually released her hold on me. "Fine then, but make sure you return as soon as you're done," she said with pouty lips.

"Of course, I would do just that. Just freshen up and wait here for me," I said, then placed a kiss on her lips which she returned eagerly. The kiss deepened as we closed our eyes and delved our tongues into each other's mouths, exploring our own unique tastes.

"Prince Alden, the Alpha King awaits your presence," the guard announced once again.

It was then that I broke off the kiss and we stared at each other with great desire and longing. "I'll be right back," I said, caressing her cheeks then stood up to leave at once, knowing that if I stayed with her any longer, it would become way harder for me to leave.

I hurriedly slipped into my clothes and left her bedroom, closing the door gently behind her.

The guard was outside waiting for me and after bowing politely to acknowledge me, he followed behind as I walked hastily to my father's chamber.

"How did you know I was in Lady Ciara's room?" I inquired.

"The Luna said you would be there. She seemed really sure, too," he explained.

"My mother sure knows everything that goes on here," I muttered under my breath.

A few minutes later, I arrived at my father's chamber where he was looking over some reports with my mother sipping wine beside him.

"Oh, there you are. Tell me, how did it go? Were you able to mark her?" my mother asked excitedly, jumping up from her chair.

"Greetings, father, mother," I said with a small bow, not answering her questions.

They completely ignored my greetings like they hadn't heard me. My father went on with reading the reports while my mother kept pressing me for details on what had happened last night between Ciara and I. "I'm sure you already know what happened, since you already knew I was in Ciara's room," I said.

"I wasn't spying on you, I promise. Rita was the one who reported that she had seen you two kiss and leave for Ciara's room. So, tell me, did it go well? Were you able to mark her? You'll be the next Alpha, won't you?" she pressed. "Mother!" I exclaimed. "That's my personal business, please," I said in a lower tone.

"Whatever," she huffed with a sneer.

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"Father, you sent for me," I said, approaching his desk.

It took a little while, but he eventually closed the report book and looked up at me. "You failed to show up at the Masquerade ball yesterday," he said.

"I know father, I'm sorry about that," I said.

"Saying sorry isn't going to change the fact that your presence was highly important yesterday at the ball, but you failed to show up," he reprimanded me.

"I already told you it wasn't his fault. Liam was the one who-"

"Let the boy speak for himself, and if you insist on speaking on matters that are none of your business, you may as well leave my chamber," my father angrily thundered.

I was shaken by his words. It was the first time I had ever heard him speak in that manner to my mother, and my mother's cheerful glow disappeared.

He continued, facing me directly. "Your actions yesterday showed the level of disregard you have for me. I looked stupid to my guests because I kept assuring them that you'd show up, but you failed to do so. How then can I trust you with my Pack?" he fired.

I saw no correlation between missing the ball and him entrusting the Pack to me, but I simply just bowed, showing remorse.

"I'm sorry, father. Liam locked me up, but that isn't a good enough excuse considering that I was able to free myself and still ended up not going to the Masquerade ball. I deeply apologize, father," I said.

"About Ciara, did you mark her already?" he asked.

I shook my head in the negative. "No, father. It was my first time and I just wanted to live in the moment, but I will do so the next time I—"

He cut in. "Don't!"

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My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets in utter confusion. "I don't understand, father."

"I forbid you from marking Ciara as your mate. You've been given an unfair advantage by your mother who has sabotaged the other princes," my father stated.

I looked from him to her, and back from her to him. "Father, what are you talking about?"

"Ask your mother. She knows exactly what I'm talking about," he said.

My mother stared down at her toes, rubbing them against each other as she fiddled anxiously with her fingers.

"Mother, what did you do?"

When she didn't respond minutes later, my father broke the silence. "She invited Blake's first love over and she has been feeding Ciara with talks about not giving Liam a second chance. She hasn't been letting Ciara think for herself so you would appear to be the best choice. I love you, Alden, but it wouldn't be fair to your brothers if they lost in a game they had no chance at winning," he explained.

My heart sank. "So, basically what you're saying is that you don't think Ciara would have chosen me had it not been that mother got involved?"

"It's not what I'm saying, Alden. All I'm saying is do not mark her yet. Wait for one more month and let your brothers also be given the chance to woo her. If she still chooses you at the end of it all, then she's yours to mark and be with forever," he concluded.

I clenched my fists tightly, but nodded my head. "I understand," I said, then turned away.

"Alden," my mother called, but I didn't stop to listen to what she had to say. Rather, I walked out of my father's chamber and didn't bother to look back.

My heart was heavy because everything kept replaying in my mind. One minute, Ciara had said she wanted to be friends and the next, we were making love. Was my father right? If given a fair chance, would Ciara still want me, or would she choose either of my brothers over me?

I stood for a while and then punched a hole in the wall angrily because I knew... I knew the truth. She definitely wouldn't choose to be with a loser like me.