The Elemental Wolf awakens

As I lay there, my blood flowing out of my body, I looked up and saw the look on her face before the veil of innocence flickered back on to her perfect features.

She was enjoying this. This was her triumph after all.

My life force ran onto the cold stone floor of the throne room, I watched her cling onto the arm of my mate. He towered over her, he towered over everyone, his eyes never left hers.

Not once did he glance at me as I lay dying on the cold stone floor. He looked down at her, and she simpered back.

I finally understood.

I was never anything more than a vessel to him. Someone with my bloodline who was able to give him an heir.

As soon as I had birthed my son, I was pulled from my bed by guards I had never seen before.

I was still bleeding, haemorrhaging really, as I had not even passed the placenta.

I gasped out a ragged breath, my arms reaching for my son, who lay screaming in my mates arms.

“Please, give me the baby. I want my baby.” I begged. It escaped my mouth as nothing more than a whisper. But I knew he had heard me.

His gorgeous face sneered down at me, as she laughed.

“You are nothing. You have no right to this child. This is my son. My heir. And you are a loose end that needs cutting off.”

The coldness in his voice, the terrible icy stare he was giving me froze my heart.

I had never known he could be so cruel. He was known far and wide as the most beloved king in centuries. His fairness was legendary. As was his mercy.

The man who now stood looking down at me as I lay dying at his feet. Was not my mate. This man was a stranger to me.

I could no longer keep my eyes open, breathing became painful and I started to cough up blood.

She looked at me, the malice showing openly on her face.

“Thanks for the kid. I would never allow myself to carry offspring. Even for the man I love. It was so convenient when that stupid old man gave you away.

The timing was perfect. Bye.” Her voice dripped with condescension. It had all been planned. And my beloved grandfather, the man who raised me after my parents disappeared. The man who thought I would be safe here. He had also been played. My dying heart thudded once, twice, then stopped.

As my body went still, my chest no longer straining to lift as I forced breath into my perishing lungs, my spirit rose clear of it.

Unseen, I watch as My mate, that slut and my new born child walked away. My son had not stopped screaming. He wouldn’t. And only I knew why.

Frustrated with the noise, I watch as my ex mate thrust my child into the waiting arms of a wet nurse.

“Do your job and get it to stop screaming.” He barked out. The terrified wet nurse clutched the screaming child to her chest. Trying and failing to soothe him.

“If you cannot get the brat to stop crying, I will personally stick a silver knife in your chest and dump you outside the castle walls.” The scathing threat came from her. My ex mate had walked on without her. No doubt thinking she was cooing at the newborn. He didn’t hear. But I did. I heard everything.

Before I allowed my spirit to leave this place, I watched everything, my eyes turning cold. In this form, the light of life that would usually burn bright, was a stone grey colour. The light may not have flickered with life.

But it still flickered.

“You will all live to regret your actions. I will leave this place in ruins when I return for my son.” The smile that played on my lips was not Bourne from happiness. No.

It played on my lips as my thoughts went to the image of him on his knees, begging me for forgiveness I would not grant. My head was filled with images now, so many, too many.

Just before I left here I flicked my wrist at the throne. The invisible shield that surrounded it shattered. Every shard came flying back to me. I absorbed them into my open palms. With one last look, the smile was back.

They would never figure it out in time.

And then, it would be too late.