Jealous

Sabrina had her head throbbing painfully when she woke up from her brief slumber. She sat up and massaged her temple to alleviate the pain but to no avail. And then the memories of last night rushed back, prompting fresh tears to invade her eyes. 

Their moans and grunts had felt like a spear, stabbing and twisting her gut mercilessly. How could he be so cruel? She moped for ailw on her bad luck than quietly wiped her tears and slid off the makeshift bed. She straightened her gown and corrected her appearance before walking out of her chamber. The maids bowed down to her when she came out. Her eyes of their own accord started searching for him and they found him a few moments later. He was talking to one of his commanders. A wave of anger and pain burst inside her as she couldn't help but remember the last night. 

Her gaze trailed down his face. Another heart break was awaiting her when she found a hickey right above his collarbone. Her heart had stopped beating for a moment due to the pain she felt in that moment. 

She felt suffocated. Her wolf was restless. It needed to come out and breath. The agony was gut-wrenching.  

She averted her gaze and turned towards the jungle with tears dripping down her eyes. No one caught her as she walked away from the camp and towards the jungle. Once she had secluded herself, the princess took off her clothespne by one and shifted into her silver wolf. Her fur was white like snow that complemented her deep blue eyes. 

She gave her head a rigorous shake and started running through the forest in search of peace, away from his intoxicating scent. Smashing the twigs and leaves on her way, she continued to slash through the woods. 

After running for several minutes, she paused by stream to catch breath. The run had indeed helped her get some relief but that wasn't enough. 

She decided to rest here for a while before returning to the camp. She sprawled on the ground and tilted her head up to soak in the warmth of sun. This place provided a much needed peace. 

A few minutes passed by like this and she had started to feel sleepy. 

"Lady Sabrina?" her ears perked up when she heard his voice. What was he doing here? She rose to her paws and turned around to find him standing a few steps away from him. He had a frown atop his brows. He looked annoyed and displeased.

Rage exploded through her veins when her eyes locked onto the hickey he was wearing. She let out a snarl and attacked him. Elizah, who didn't see it coming, couldn't retaliate. She tackled him to the ground and didn'twaste a moment in scratching the hickey with her claws. He let out a grunt as blood spilled down the wound she had given him but she didn't care. He deserved it. Thereafter, she opened her mouth to mark him. But before her canines could touch his shoulder, he grabbed her jaw and turned her face away. Elizah, using up his force, pushed her off him. Sabrina resisted but he was surprisingly too powerful. She stumbled back and Elizah climbed to his feet instantly.

She growled and lunged at him, aiming to bring him down. But this time, Elizah was prepared. He dodged her attack by stepping aside. This frustrated Sabrina. She tried again and this time he grabbed her throat before slamming her on the ground. He climbed over her and tightened his hold aroudnher neck. She shook her head vigorously to make him lose his hold but Elizah was an experienced warrior. 

"Shift," he commanded the future Queen. Sabrina snarled at him in protest. 

"I said shift," he growled menacingly. Her mate looked dangerous and dark.

Compelled by his powerful aura, she shifted under him. His hand was still curled around her delicate neck. If he wished, he could easily snap her neck like a twig. She was so fragile and breakable. The girl breathed heavily as she stared up into his eyes. Her blue sparkly eyes were stirring something inside him. Lust. He had never seen a pair of eyes this captivating. 

Elizah clenched his jaw and couldn't stop his curious eyes from slipping down her neck. 

His eyes widened a fraction when he realsied she was all naked. His traitorous eyes zeroed in on her nipples, prompting him to take a deep breath. Her appetizing pink beads were hard and erect. Tempting him to take them into his mouth and assault them as he wished. His fingers itched to touch those soft pink pearls. How would they feel under his touch. 

Sabrina let out a soft sigh when he, intentionally, let his fingers brush along her waist. Her heartbeat sped up when she felt him growing against her thigh. Lord, have mercy! He felt hard as rock. Her core throbbed in anticipation. Sabrina was tempted to slip her hand inside his breaches and feel his hard cock. But she shook away those thought and pushed at his chest. She still hadn't forgotten what he did last night. It disgusted her. 

Elizah, on the other hand, was aroused. Impossibly aroused. His breathing deepened as his imagination started to run wild. He imagined fucking her tiny cunt, making her scream his name over and over again. She would ask him to stop but he wouldn't. He wouldn't until she run out of tears of pleasure and her throat closed up due to all the screamings.He wouldn'tuntil she passed out.  

He would have her cute pouty lips wrapped around his cock as he would pund into her mouth without holding back. He would have.....his thought broke when she shouted at him. 

"Get off me, you chump," she started raining punches on his chest. He blinked blankly before realising she was trying to push him off her. He reluctantly got off her and swiftly turned around. The urge to see her sacred spot was irresistible but he resisted. But he was a man of patience. She was not his. She belonged to his brother and he cannot betray his brother.

He adjusted his pants and cleared his throat.  

"You shouldn't have leave without telling anyone. This forest is full of threats and you might.."

"I have nothing to wear," she ignored his scolding and admitted in a bitter tone. Elizah gritted his teeth. He didn't like being cut by anyone but he let it slide only this time. It was just a matter of a few days. He took off his blood soaked shirt and offered to her without looking her way. Sabrina snatched the shirt from his hand and quickly wore it on. It smelled of him. For a moment, she felt like she was in heaven.

 "Are you decent?" the man asked, still not looking her way. 

"Yes," she answered in an unenthusiastic tone.

"We should head back then," he told her. She nodedd in disappointment and fell in line behind him. 

He waited till they were walking next to next. He didn't want anyone to grab her from behind. 

He snuck a glance at her and felt desire flare inside him when he took note of her long slender legs. His shirt was reaching down to her mid thigh. She was looking like a temptress in his oversized shirt. Even with her hidden assets, she looked irresistible. The discomfort in his pants was back.

They walked in utter silence. 

"How did you find me?" she broke the silence and turned her face towards him.

"I followed your pawprint," he answered, looking ahead. She gave a nod in understanding. 

"Things would have been easier if you had your wolf," she stated. He would have recognized her and who knows they might have mated by now. 

"I don't need a wolf to prove my worth," his voice was tight, clearly offended by her remark.

"I've come this far without a wolf,' he shifted his gaze on her face and added. 

"And a mate?" she asked, hope shimmering in her eyes.

His eyes returned to the front.  

"Only those with wolf has a mate, I don'thave any and so I don't have a mate," he answered without an ounce of emotion.

"You do. You have a mate, Elizah. And she is standing in front of you," she stood in front of him, blocking his way. Tears of desperation was visible in her eyes. 

"You just have to accept her," she cupped her face and whispered as a drop of tear tumbled down her eyes. The warmth of her hand was comforting. 

He grabbed her hand and forced them off his face. 

"I don't have a mate," he stated in a cold tone, staring into her eyes, before letting go of her hand.

He walked past her without a word. Sabrina couldn't hold back her tears which continued to trail down her eyes. 

"You are cruel," she sniveled, making him halt for a second. He looked at her over his shoulder but continued walking the next moment.       

 They reached the camp after almost an hour. 

But before entering the camp, he told her to wear her dress. He didn't want anyone to doubt them. 

She complied without a word. Elizah took his shirt and started leading her towards the camp. When they reached, he walked away from her. The maids crowded her as soon as she appeared. They all looked concerned. Her eyes remained glued on his broad back until he disappeared from her line of sight. 

"You scared all of us?" Booth came from behind her. Sabrina turned towards her. He was smiling down at her.

"I apologize. I didn't intend to," she said with a small smile. 

Booth chuckled loudly. 

"Sometimes it's difficult to believe you are a princess," he remarked on a lighter note.

"why?" she asked

"You are too nice to be a princess," Booth answered. Sabrina laughed at his answer. Booth joined in. 

"Booth," a cold voice boomed, prompting them to look towards a seething Elizah.

He was glaring at them, precisely at Booth. 

"Get here," he shouted at Booth with a venom laced tone. 

 Booth bowed to Sabrina before walking towards Elizah. 

Elizah glared at Sabrina for a few seconds before turning away. 

Sabrina smirked in content, realising he was jealous.