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MATED TO THE PENTHOUSE ALPHA KING

"How could the moon goddess pull off this mockery of a match? How could the moon goddess match me with a nobody like you? This would only make me seem weak to my people; they are already on my neck. With this, no one would ever respect me," Anabella Stone a sleep concierge at a multi-million dollar hotel was unjustly sacked by her supervisor. In a fit of rage, she decided to report him to the owner, Mr Kane Reed. But had no idea the games fate was playing and it was a dangerous game. When they both discover what the moon goddess requires of them, would they give in? Or would they fight it? Delve in to find out!!
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Chapter 7

KANE'S POV

I was at a loss when I heard her scream; I turned around to see her, Anabella, in pain, clutching her stomach.

For a moment I felt my whole world crashing in on me; I shouldn't have taken my eyes off her for a second.

"Why did I leave her side?" I felt responsible.

If I brought her into my chaotic world, I should have done a better job of looking after her. The room was silent, they enjoyed my pain and fed off it. Everyone had their eyes on me, but I ignored them all.

Jerking her off the floor, I made my way out of the room; every step I took was a reminder of my failure.

Her faint breathing, a reminder of my past, and why I'm alone

"Get the doctor," I yelled out orders to Ted, who was running behind me the whole time.

I took her into the room, and the guards shut the door behind me. I laid her on my bed. Praying to the moon goddess to keep her safe.

"Anabella," I called out to her, but no response. I was scared out of my mind as her pale face stared back at me.

Ted barged in with the doctor trailing behind him.

"Save her," I ordered him. Giving him space to do his work.

I saw the fear on his face as he bowed, but he knew better than to give excuses to me.

He took off the gloves she was wearing and took her pulse. Immediately the doctor touched her, Ana let out a scream, and after a while she became quiet.

The doctor took a sniff of her mouth and turned to me.

"She ingested a great amount of wolfsbane." My breath seized the minute I heard "wolfsbane."

"How?" I murmured to myself in confusion, I banned the use of wolfsbane throughout the seven packs ever since my parents died, but how it found its way to her mouth beats me.

"It must have been slipped into her drink or food."

"You need to save her." I grabbed the doctor. Ignoring every other thing he said.

"Her condition is deteriorating. I would do my best, Your Majesty, but there is no guarantee that she would live." He explained to me, and I know he was trying to save his head.

"Save her; it's an order" was the last thing I said before I stormed off.

I couldn't remember seeing her eat anything at the meeting, but I had to figure out what she ate, who gave it to her, and who was peddling wolfsbane.

By the time I returned to the meeting venue, it was nearly empty, with only the maid packing up the remnants.

"Leave," I ordered them, and Ted, who had been trolling behind me the entire time, signaled them to leave immediately.

I sniffed every single food and drink in the room, but none of it had wolfsbane on it.

I was frustrated at this point; I was backed in a corner, with my heart in pain, and I couldn't get any closure.

I wanted to tear the culprit from limb to limb; that would give all the closure I needed right now.

"Ask around; I want to know every single person that spoke with her and who she ate with."

"Yes, your majesty,"

"Find out who's dealing wolfsbane"

"Yes, your Majesty" Ted answered and stormed off.

I sat in the room defeated, lost in my thoughts, when I suddenly heard a scream coming from outside the door. I jerked off the floor and ran outside, praying it wasn't something worse.

Immediately I pushed the door open, and didn't see anyone outside the door. I hurriedly rushed to my room, only to see the doctor on the floor, with blood trickling down his face.

"What happened?" I asked him, and I rushed over to help him to his feet.

Immediately my hand touched him; he jerked off the floor, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with fear.

"What is it? Were you attacked?" I asked him, surprised by his reaction.

"Lo...ok," he pointed his shaky finger to the air. I followed his fingers, and immediately my eyes rested on what he was pointing at; my mouth fell open.

"What that..…" I gasped, wondering how she was in the air but still unconscious.

"What happened?" I asked him, shocked to my bones.

"I... I tried flushing the poison out of her body system. I gave her an antidote, but she spat it out, and before I knew it…"

"She spat it out?" I asked, confused. I mean, aside from the fact that she screamed earlier, she had been lying down there like some log of wood. But he continued with his explanation.

"I tried giving her the antidote again, but she raised her hand, and it sent me flying in the air. Only to regain myself to see her hanging in the air."

"Did you take something while I was gone? Or are you trying to avoid treating her?"

I had to ask because he is not making any sense at all. How could Anabella raise a hand and send him flying into the air?

"I...I"

"Get her down now! do something..."

Before I could finish those words, he shrieked, and I turned around to see that the once-suspended body was now lying still on the bed.

Honestly, I was freaked out, but it wouldn't be good to let it show.

I glanced at the doctor, and he quickly got off his feet, all shaky. He went over to where she lay and took a look at her, then turned to face me.

"It's too late; the poison is in her bloodstream now. Her body has assimilated quite a large amount of it, her major organs are shutting down, he pointed at the black patches on her neck."

For a moment I was at a loss.

"She will be gone in a matter of minutes," he announced.

I had only known Anabella for a couple of days, but I couldn't shake off the pain I felt hearing that she would be dead soon. I guess we are mated after all.

This is my fate; I was destined to be alone with no one by my side. Not even my fated mate.

I was overwhelmed by guilt for not taking good care of her; I shouldn't have dragged her into my world, I should have known my place.

I was wallowing in my guilt when the doctor pronounced her dead. He walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Anabella's body.

I sat on the bed, in tears, clutching her hand.

All I could do was to beg her to forgive me for causing her death.

It was all my fucking fault, I was still in tears with my face buried in her stomach, and I heard someone sneeze.

I was furious, enraged and only seeing blood, I raised my head to tear whoever it was to shreds, but I froze at the sight before me.

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