Chapter 5

It all happened fast. One moment I had my feet planted to the ground and another moment, I was over the king’s shoulder. I felt like a sack of potatoes that the estate’s farmer usually carries to the kitchen.

The king was panting and growling. It was a really scary moment but for some reason, I felt excited. It was almost as if I was in a state of euphoria. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore but one thing I knew is that I wanted to be embraced and claimed by this man.

“Mine!!”

“All mine!!”

“Rosanna is mine!!”

His wolf was definitely struggling to come to the surface. I guess the only thin keeping him was the fact that I was over his shoulder. I could not see what was happening as my face was facing his backside.

Let me just steal a peek to make sure that Peter is safe. Craning my neck, I try to turn my face to Peter’s direction but this earned me a smack to my bottom.

“Princess, it will do you well to know that I am a very jealous man. If you do not want your little friend here to be turn to shreds, It is best you keep your eyes on my behind. You must never look at, think about or care for another man especially when in my presence” he growled and proceeded to leave another smack my bottom.

It did hurt but I shuddered in pleasure. Ever since he did THAT to my princess parts, my body has become sensitive to his touch. I almost wanted him to smack me again and felt a pool of wetness in my inner thighs.

“Growl” Alex had been growling more frequently but I wonder why. Was he mad at me or Peter?

I know I have only known the king for half a day but this side to him was completely new to me. His voice was way deeper and rougher. I thought he was huge before, but his muscles were even bigger when he was mid shift. He was more beast than man.

I have always been afraid of werewolves especially when they growl but Alex was a different case. I felt safe and happy in his presence.

Did I make a mistake by calling him Alex? He did say I could call him by his name and Alexander was too long.

“I am definitely going to kill this puny slave” he growled.

From the little I have been told by the older slaves, werewolves were very territorial and possessive creatures but when their wolves are in control, they lose all common sense of humanity. They become primitive in their thinking and even more possessive.

This takes my mind back to an event that happened some years ago. A noble couple were visiting the Marquis’s estate. They were mates and did everything together however, the male was quite promiscuous.

There was a beautiful girl named Stephanie who served meals and snacks to guests. She was born as a slave in the estate. One this particular evening, as she was about to serve the meal to the mated couple, her heart was suddenly ripped out by the female werewolf as if she was nothing.

What was her crime? She was looked upon by her mate. She didn’t do anything. She was just focusing on her duties and did not ask to be looked at.

If it was anything, it’s the male werewolf who needs to be whooped. The whole table just continued with their meals and Lady Priscilla ordered a servant to clear the room and wash up the female’s hands.

After that horrific incident, the head slave replaced all the servants responsible for serving meals with much older slaves.

I was twelve at the time and that was the event that made me realize how werewolves truly were but for some reason, I feel different with Alex. I feel as if he will never hurt me.

However, remembering that memory made me shiver in fear. If the king is in mid shift, then he might just go through with his promise his promise and really rip Peter to shreds.

I have to do something but what?! It was at this time that the king began to walk towards Peter.

“Uhm, A-Alex” I whisper.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing but it seemed to work. Like he was under a spell, Alex suddenly stopped in his tracks. It’s a good thing he stopped but what now? I was still over his shoulder.

I’m not sure how to even behave with human men not to talk of a werewolf and the king of the entire race himself.

“Alex, my head hurts. I want to lay down” I whisper and just like that, he repositions me so that I am straddling his waist and I wrap my legs round his waist.

“Slave! Remember to keep your hands to yourself. Rosanna is my mate and human or not, I will not tolerate other males touching her. Because of my mate, I will spare your life today but remember that it must not happen for the second time”.

“Y-yes your majesty” and with that, he quickly run away as if his bottom was lit on fire.

It seemed that Alex was now under control. His body and voice were back to normal and he was treating me more gently than before.

He begins walking towards the direction of the west wing and rubs my back. I snuggle deeper into his chest and feel more at peace.

It was quite the journey back to the west wing and I could feel the eyes of the servants and guards on us. This makes me hide my face in his chest.

I just hope this does not make my life as a slave any harder. I may be the king’s mate but there was no way that the king of the entire werewolf race would take a mere human slave as his mate.

I felt the pang of jealousy run through me but I had to be realistic. I didn’t care for being the queen or anything like that though.

I thought the worse was over but nothing could have prepared me for what happened once we reached his chambers in the west wing of the palace.