“Your wounds will not heal quickly, human.” King Harvey frowns as he stops ripping my dress. He takes ointment and helps me apply it to my wounds. “Your wound is already glued to your clothes. You must remove it, or it will be inflamed.”
“Thank you.” I whisper.
My heart skips a beat and kills all the pain I feel.
King Harvey remains silent, but I can feel his dissatisfaction. His voice leaks it.
I know why he is unhappy. My stomach turns.
I will not be able to have sex with him in three days to relieve him of his agony. Will I be killed by the others for my lack of use?
If I die, my sister will be left alone, and no one will take care of her. Dad would sell her in a heartbeat for a shiny case of whiskey.
“King Harvey,” I breathe through my pain uneasily. “I will be fine to help you, I will do anything, please let me go, please. I must take care of my sister…”
Turning to face King Harvey, I allow tears of pain to roll down my face. Not the physical discomfort I feel but of a broken heart. These tears sting more.
King Harvey stares at me intently and I watch as his chest rises and falls rapidly. My chest is still covered, but my shoulders are not.
Doom and desolation settle on my heart heavily under his gaze.
I am failing my sister.
My vision blurs as I bow my head and begin to sob.
I am sure King Harvey will kill me right here. I am not worth anything to anyone. Only my sister. That is why I work so hard for her.
A sudden revolting heat consumes my body and I fall back, flat on my back.
“Hey, Elena!”
He remembers my name. I am just a lowly human. Why would he?
My eyes drift shut, and I am too weak to fight it.
I blacked out.
Harvey’s POV
Hours have passed since Elena passed out. I had to find my Beta to give her real medical attention to her.
Elena lays on the bed, pale and lightly sweating. Placing my palm on her forehead, I feel that the fire boiling under her skin has diminished substantially.
“King Harvey, the wound is inflamed. You are very lucky you found it in time. The situation has greatly stabilized, and she will be well after two days of sleep.” The Beta informs.
I nod.
How fickle and vulnerable humans are.
My blood rushes to my head and boils as I think of Gemma Kevin harming Elena.
“Inform me, Beta. Is Gemma Kevin still hanging?”
I ordered him to be locked away in the worse chamber I own.
Filthy, grimy, damp and alone. No sunlight enters this chamber. Only one piece of bread a day, and that will never sustain a werewolf.
“Yes.” Beta bows his head respectfully. “No one dares to let him down without your command, King Harvey.”
“Why not kill him?! He hurt our mate and almost killed her!!”
My wolf roars. Massive fangs pop out of my top row of teeth as my head begins to spin violently. Beta steps back as my knees hit the ground.
The scent of Kevin, locked in the lowest part of the castle is infuriating. I can hear every drop of blood that courses through his ungrateful body, smell every drop of sweat and hear his wolf mournfully howling for mercy against mine.
NEVER.
Beta bows his head lower and lower until he kneels in front of me, unable to make eye contact with me.
A fire, thundering fury pulses through my body, making my palms ache and itch. Beta trembles at my feet.
After several moments of my growling and fighting my aching bones so I do not transform into my werewolf form Beta looks up at me trembling.
He speaks. “King Harvey, you have become more and more irate lately. If you continue, I am fearful that after you enter your heat on the night of the full moon, you will lose control entirely.”
He is correct.
I try to retract my fangs but find it impossible to care. I shut my eyes to concentrate.
Werewolf that I am, I am very beastly. Any rush of negative emotions beyond my high threshold opens me and a risk of losing control and going on a bloodied rampage.
As is every other werewolf, we are all cursed by our high emotions and the aftermath.
My issue is that I am the strongest, so I must always oversee my emotions, at all costs.
How many wars would I have launched my people into, after my 15 years ruling over them? How many deaths?
Had I ignored my wolf’s hauntingly mournful cry I could have chosen a mate from the collection of female werewolves.
My wolf wouldn’t even sniff at the other female werewolves. He did not care in the slightest. My wolf will not accept any other women than Elena.
I have spent my 28 years of life alone, never taken a lover, never even interested.
This human woman has awakened every desire in my heart and body.
That much I understand fully, her scent intoxicates me and leaves my knees weak.
Being mated is a rare fate for werewolves. I never expected my wolf to pick a weak human.
What a pleasant surprise Elena has been, sacrificing herself to get that friend of hers a means of escape.
Elena even pleaded to be used if she could get back to her sister. She defended the foolish maid that had let her escape. She defended a werewolf.
A human and a werewolf. Elena is kind.
Humans are usually weak and selfish fools.
Elena is not.
The echoing howling of my wolf stops rattling my brain and bones when I take Elena’s cold, pale hand. My face relaxes as I exhale from pure relief.
I have not felt this peace in over five years.
“The King Pack has been watching us closely, King Harvey. If they find out about the situation at hand, I fear it will cause a lot of turmoil.”
The shrunken turtle in the King Pack has never had my friendship but cordial understanding. I never looked down on him.
We are both Alpha Kings, but the way he has ascended the throne is vulgar to say the least.
I know of his situation regardless.
And mine, I must reduce the risk of my heart and mate with Elena.
Elena’s POVI awake to the morning sun, gently caressing my face.What day is it? And where am I?A look around the room shows me I am in the same room I had passed out in. Feeling my forehead, I feel no fever. My body no longer aches.I slept all day.Counting on my fingers, I conclude that tomorrow night is the night of the full moon. Time is short again and my heart begins to beat irregularly.Am I ready to be mated with? In two days, there is no way I can escape.“Human. There is a visitor for you.” Another maid appears to the right of me, and even though her tone is cold, it is not malicious like the last two maids.She is new to me with soft brown hair and a very gentle voice.Did King Harvey speak to her? Did he threaten everyone here?“She is just some lowly human… nothing…” She mutters as she walks out of the room.I sigh, placing my face in my hands.I shake it off with one deep breath, deciding to focus on the fact that if I wasn’t needed, as the only human here, King Harve
Elena’s POVKing Harvey nods at my words but says nothing.My heart freezes. Unable to breathe, I shut my eyes. To say I am surprised is an understatement, my knees are weak and almost buckle.King Harvey takes a long look at me then silently opens the door to my room, ushers me in and closes it. Throwing myself on my bed, I find myself unable to cry. I bury my face in my pillows and have no courage to scream.King Harvey is aloof. Why would he care what a weak human pleads of him.I close my eyes against the fear surging through my body. I am going to be sick if I keep replaying my morning over in my head. I take a sip of the lukewarm water left for me at my bedside.My stomach lurches at the water slipping down my throat and I rush off to the bathroom to puke.What a beautiful mate I will make…King Harvey’s POVWalking into my red study, I pull out my cellphone. The cellphone weighs nothing in my hand and for a moment I stare at it. What an odd piece of technology. I know I don’t n
Elena’s POV At least, at least I can beg him to keep my sister safe. No matter what happens to me here. I nod to myself; my mind is made up. I am taken to King Harvey’s room by the pale maid. She has only given me a crème thin nightgown and lace underwear. I can’t help but blush, the feeling of the underwear against my skin is odd. I am not completely covered, but it feels sensual. I stand by his massive red bed and wait, unsure of what to think or how to feel. I draw in one slow cold breath to calm myself but still shiver in fear. Time passes slowly, as if by dripping water droplets. Finally, the door opens and King Harvey walks in mutely. I close my eyes against his presence, fear climbing up into my throat and sealing it shut. “Open your eyes and look at me.” King Harvey commands me as he picks me up as if I am his bride. The heat from his body brings me slight comfort. Yet, his hot breath in my ear makes my heartbeat faster. He gingerly places me on the bed and I inch
Elena’s POV Clear as my fear, I still feel King Harvey as he finishes. He exhales heavily, dropping his face into my neck. Freezing entirely in his grasp, he brushes his nose with my bare shoulder, then presses his face there. I shiver, and still feel the need to be with him and satisfy him. My fear kills that. Along with his long fangs that just barely kiss my bare shoulder. The slightest feeling of being bitten burns on my left shoulder but I stay quiet. The soft sting of breaking skin and blood follows, but I ignore it. I don’t want to think about what has happened. Slowly, he detaches himself from me and walks off to the bathroom. Exhaustion blankets me. The stress of worrying about this for three days, my life, my sister’s life, my dad, and my wound. We didn’t have sex because of my back, but once it heals, I am all his. The thought both thrills and paralyzes me with terror. When King Harvey returns, he wears dark shorts and a black tank top. He gingerly rolls me on my st
Elena’s POVBeta guides me through the opulent castle with a steady step quickly. He remains quiet, more concentrated on our footsteps than explaining anything else to me. With an arm wrapped around my shoulders, he maneuvers me around as if I am a broken doll.My stomach churns but there is nothing I can do about this.He takes me to a massive double door with a carving of a golden wolf’s head split down the middle of it. I swallow, unaware of what is behind that door.This whole area is new to me, red plush carpet and shining white marble walls.“Are you ready, human?”I look up to him slowly. “For what?”A proud smile flourishes across his face as he moves to open the doors.The doors open to a round white tiled room, surrounded by books. There is a massive solid oak desk and a red velvet chair behind that.King Harvey stands at his oak desk and in a flash, he is in front of me. He offers me a hand. I take it, unsure of what else, what to do and why.The warmth of his hand envelope
I have agreed to receive elite training. My heart leaps up into my throat. I have not been in a school in years, and I am very eager to study. I have not had the chance to because I needed to take care of my younger sister Emily.I am very excited about the opportunity. I am in a new red and white school uniform complete with new red shoes. I haven’t worn one of these in years. My stomach churns with the odd mix of excitement and pure fear.I will be the only human there. Alone, again.King Harvey has explained to the marking ceremony will happen the next full moon night.King Harvey has set several of his Betas around to go and spread the word. Currently, he sits at his massive oak desk drafting off an official document for me.He has chosen the best high school in the pack for me and will send me over shortly.“King Harvey,” I start timidly. “Will… you visit me?”King Harvey slowly raises his head from his piece of paper and smiles at me. “Yes, Elena. I will be on standby if you nee
Elena’s POV“She doesn’t look very good or strong. I don’t know what King Harvey is thinking. How can he let a human become our luna?” The teacher, a woman in a simple red dress with sleeves mutters under her breath with a frown as I walk to the spare seat closest to the door on the left side of the room.The frown stays on her face as I take a seat.I know I’m not welcome here, and she is not accepting me as her student. I grit my teeth to stop my trembling. Every glowing eye in the room is pure malicious intent.With her pulled back brown hair in a shell-like bun around her head, she moves to her desk and clears her throat. Clinically, she moves to the massive green board and pulls out a metal baton and smacks the board.“Before I was interrupted,” she announces. “I was saying, the power of a werewolf…”She begins to speak faster as I do my best to write down the notes on the board. The red journal that King Harvey gave me from his personal collection has a golden binding and the sa
Elena’s POVI watch as the pretty woman hands King Harvey the bottle of water. He takes it with polite grace and thanks her with a cursory smile. As she walks off squealing, and her friend runs up to her, I see King Harvey pass the bottle to Beta Tom behind his back.The cracking of my heart stops, if only for a moment. I manage to blink the tears out of my eyes as I fight off the obvious burning desire to go run up to King Harvey and talk. I want to tell him about how hellish these few hours have been.I want to tell him that I do miss him too, in an odd way.I know how terrible it would look if I rushed and go run up to him, like I was going to tell King Harvey that everyone is cruel to me and hoping he would protect me. It would make me look weak.It would make me look like I am using him for his protection and to push his power around. That I am using him.I just… I need support and a familiar face. I need someone to talk to and share my experience with.It would be best to go spe