The Alpha Queen And Her Chosen Mate

Kelly

Knock Knock Knock

“Come in.” Emmetts’ voice called from the other side of the door.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened up his office door, slipping inside and closing it behind me. Emmett peered up from the mountain of books on his desk, a pair of readers sitting on the tip of his nose.

“Kelly. What a surprise.” He said, pulling off his glasses and sitting back in his chair.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” I squeaked out, taking a hesitant step forward.

“I don’t have any more pills for you to steal if that’s what you are looking for.” He said casually.

“I’m sorry for that. But no, that’s not why I’m here…I-I need help.” I started to cry. “I want to get better. I need to. And I don’t know who else to turn to.”

Emmett nodded, mulling something over. “You’ll need to detox first. But I have half a dozen new medications for you to try. One in particular I think will do the trick.” He said, pulling out a pill bottle and setting it on the desk. “I know because I tried it on myself first.”

“It works?” I croaked.

“From what I can tell, yes, it works. I just finished a one-month trial on myself.” He said as he rounded the desk, tossing the bottle up and catching it midair.

“You took it yourself?”

“I had to know if it worked.” He shrugged. “I told you I wasn’t giving up.”

“Thank you.” I cried, wrapping my arms around him, taking him by surprise.

“Dont thank me yet. You need to detox first, and then I want a full exam and labs before I give it to you.”

“Okay.” I nodded, breathing in his soothing scent. “Whatever I need to do, I’ll do it.”

“Thats the spirit.” Emmett chuckled, his chest rumbling.

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I was vastly underprepared for what detoxing would be like. Had I only been using the tiny squares I was given two years ago, it might not have been so bad. But curiosity and a bit of depression getting the better of me, I branched out. So there I was, in an exam room, vomiting into a bucket while Emmett held my hair back. Keres was back, but didn’t throw a fit like normal. She still had an attitude, and seemed to take great pleasure in my misery, but I think she was just happy to not be drugged up for once. Thats what I tell myself anyway.

Emmett was by my side through it all. Every day, all day. It took some time to get over the chills and shakes. Even more time to get back to a healthy weight and stop craving the high. I went through a number of tests to make sure my system was clean and ready to take on the new medication. Thankfully, the medical problems I had before didn’t last once I ran out of pills. Emmett was concerned there could be lasting effects or long-term damage. Fortunately there wasnt.

It took nearly a year for me to get back on track, but it happened. Emmett helped me through the fire. The latest pills he gave me worked better than anything else before. Keres was still able to speak, but wasn’t able to take control. I could even shift now and the only one in control was me, as it should be. I was able to get back on my feet. I mended bridges, made things right with almost everyone. I pursued my favorite hobbies and found joy in my life again. I owe Emmett everything.

So, to thank him, I set up a fancy dinner party to celebrate. It was composed of just him and I. My father has always forbidden me to speak about my condition, so inviting anyone else felt…inappropriate. Plus, it was Emmett who did all the heavy lifting. My father was still leery of me. I don’t think he believed I had changed. We also hadn’t hashed things out just yet, not since a year ago. He was one of the two people I still needed to make things right with. He still didn’t like me going out much, but lifted my house arrest, thanks to Emmett. That’s the only thing he did though. He still had a chip on his shoulder towards me, and I can’t blame him. I would definitely need to carefully approach the ‘being made queen’ situation.

“What is this surprise?” Emmett chuckled as I dragged him down the hallway towards his plant room. It was a lovely little room with all sorts of exotic plants, most if not all of which he used on me at one point or another. There was a small sitting area where I thought we could eat.

“You’ll see!” I giggled. Dinner was only a small way to begin thanking him. He deserved so much more than this, but it was a start. “Ta-da!” I said, letting the door swing open.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Inside, I setup our dinner, which I made myself, on the coffee table next to the couch. I had balloons, streamers, and even a banner that said ‘thank you’ on it. It was very festive looking if you asked me.

“What is all this?” Emmett asked, a smile crossing his face.

“A small thank you.” I said, pulling him to sit down while I began uncovering our food.

“You didn’t have to,” Emmett said, though his features told me he was excited about eating. He was already placing his napkin on his lap, ever proper, even while eating on a couch.

Everything smelled amazing, if I do say so myself. We had French onion soup, garlic salmon with asparagus, and for dessert, a fruit tart. Emmett poured us each a generous glass of white wine before lifting his glass for a toast.

“To new beginnings.” He said, gently clinking his glass with mine.

“To new beginnings.” I smiled.

We sipped our wine and began eating. I don’t remember when, but we drank all three bottles of wine I had brought. The meal was delicious. I have to say, I outdid myself. Emmett and I sat on the couch, our shoulders touching each other, talking the night away. I learned that Emmett was a bigger geek than I thought. He loved collecting special edition books and plants in his free time. He told me about at least a dozen he was still on the hunt for and why. I liked seeing this relaxed side of him. I downed the rest of my glass, setting it on the table before cuddling in close to Emmett.

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” I whispered.

“I could never.” He said, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me closer. “You are too unique to let go.”

I looked up at him, seeing that his big brown eyes were already staring back at me. He gazed at me as if I were one of his precious plants. I don’t know who made the first move, me or him or the wine, but our lips were soon pressed together in a gentle k**s. It almost tingled with how lightly we brushed up against each other.

Emmett set down his glass without breaking our k**s, moving his hand to my neck and putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. Our k**s took a quick turn, from soft and gentle to desperate and ravenous. I leaned back, taking Emmett with me, ripping open his buttoned shirt in the process. We were like animals, tearing each others clothes off, layer by layer, covering each other in hot wet k****s and love bites.

It was so hot, he was so hot. I wanted more. I needed more. As if reading my mind, Emmett quickly put two fingers in my aching core and began to explore until I was squirming beyond belief. His thumb joined into the mix, sending me over the edge in a beautiful convulsing mess.

He pulled his fingers out, tasting two for himself, before commanding me to do the same. “Suck.” He said.

I opened my mouth and took his thumb in my mouth, swirling my tongue around before gently sucking on it until it came out with a pop, making Emmetts’ eyes turn completely black.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

I smirked and got on my knees, touching my breasts while I did so, making Emmett growl in approval. “Like this?” I said in a sultry voice.

In one quick movement, he turned me around, facing the opposite direction. I gasped at the sudden position change, a shiver running up my spine when he moved my hair off my bare back and began kissing my neck. “Like this.” He said huskily. I could feel his very erect member poking at me from behind. Goddess, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. “You like that don’t you princess?”

“Yes!” I begged, my h**s already grinding up on him.

He slammed into me, holding steady while he grabbed my body and pulled me flush to him. I cried out in pleasure, excited for more. One of his hands wrapped around my breasts, toying with one of my n*****s, while the other headed south and played with my overly sensitive bud. He started off slowly, but was soon pounding into me from behind. His grunts and the sound of our skin slapping together was a heady mix, working me up even more.

I pulled away, quickly pushing Emmett to sit back on the couch and climbing on top of him, riding him like it was my job. He spanked me several times and flicked at my n*****s, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Goddess, this was amazing. Emmett started meeting me thrust for thrust, his member getting harder within me. He was close, and so was I.

“Emmett!” I cried, tipping over the edge as he found his release inside me. We stayed locked together, our glistening foreheads pressed together as we panted for breath. “That…was…amazing.”

Emmett nodded in agreement, his hands gently caressing my body. We stayed cuddled up on the couch, eventually falling asleep together. Not a bad party if you asked me.