The Imprisoned Princess

Tears slide down my cheeks as his scent fills my nostrils, the scent that always told me I was safe. The scent of my father’s Beta who always read me bedtime stories. The scent that would sneak me chocolate before dinner when my father said I wasn’t allowed. The scent that used to mean safety and fatherly love.“Sammy, please-” a little girl’s voice comes out my mouth before a slap echoes around the stone cell. If he hadn’t been holding me up by the chain, I would have been knocked to the floor. My cheek stings but it’s nothing compared to the burning of the wolfsbane coursing through my veins. I desperately try to hold back any tears. I’m a strong, brave ferocious wolf. He has no right to make me cry. No right to hurt me… but that is besides the point. I can control the fact I will not cry.“You don’t call me that, your father betrayed me,” he sneers, his lips next to my ear caused another flinch. He throws me back to the floor, I don’t try to move. “You’re ready. Conner, Trey releas

After 24 hours in that room, the door’s unlocked from the outside. Trey jumps to his feet from his chair as Samual saunters into the small room. I remain on the bed trying to look docile. “Stand up,” he snaps, I guess to me so I get to my feet slowly. I want to give the opinion the wolfsbane’s still affecting me.I continue to go against my nature and keep my head down. He grabs my arms roughly pulling my wrist eye level to him. “You’re not healing quick enough,” he snaps, seemingly enraged I still had welts where the chains had been for months… what did he expect? “A-Alpha, can I suggest Moonflower ointment,” Trey speaks carefully, not wishing to anger Samual further. Samual yanks my head up to look at my neck, I grunt at the sudden movement of my neck. “Organise she gets some and uses it.” He lets my head drop back down.Suddenly he growls, a noise that starts in his chest ending in his throat, “She’s too dirty for my son. Why is she still dirty!” I hear the sound of a head banging

I can’t believe my Trey’s here! He’s been guarding me all this time. A little of me’s annoyed he didn’t tell me sooner, or speak to me. But in this moment I don’t care. Trey and I sit on the bathroom floor, his hand in mine, our knees touching with our legs crossed.“Why didn’t you contact me? I waited for you.” The shower still on to hide our conversation.“I didn’t think you wanted me to. I was 17… stupid.” Trey leans closer to me, reaching for my cheek. I didn’t realise how much I’d missed him, but his tender touch on my cheek reminds me of everything we had. “But I can’t have you,” he whispers as his lips touch my cheekbone, I hate that he’s right.I turn to lean into him, my back against his chest, his legs either side of mine “How long do we have?” I pull his arms around me, I was always the instigator with him. He had been terrified to touch me when we first trained together, and then we showed a romantic interest. Instead, he would take me on long walks, we would climb trees t

WadeI watch as she looks apologetically towards me, her jaw tight. I look into her beautiful golden eyes, I feel they should glint more than they are, you know when you look at someone and they’re eyes are dull? Despite her beauty… I could see that. Maybe I can put that glint there.I’m surprised she feels the need to defend herself, the Princess always has guards around her… come to think of it I haven’t seen any. I’d have expected at least one. Her father must really trust us to take care of her.I reach for her hand and place my hand on hers reassuringly, “Of course a princess must be able to defend herself, but I would hope you would never need to, you wouldn’t with me.” I look into those fascinating eyes of hers.Dad told me the princess was coming today to see if she could find a suitor in our packs future alpha… me. Now she’s here, I hope she chooses me, but she could have anyone. And I mean anyone. Nonetheless, she said ‘mine’ to me. I still have to win her though, just becau

AdelaideThe starter of shellfish arrives. I try to take measured bites but I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since the day before. I finish the starter quicker than Wade and nibble on a dinner roll from one of the baskets that had been placed on intervals up the table. They’re still warm, warm bread tastes the best.I look down over the many tables; I guess there are around thirty wolves, making this a small pack. I recognise some of the faces around the room. They had left our pack when Samual did. Many I don’t recognise, I suspect some may have been bitten in. My eye catches Trey’s, he gives a small smile up to me, I smile back. At least he’s here.The main is soon served, Beef Wellington with roast potatoes and asparagus. It all tastes lovely. Again I try to eat slowly which is a bit easier now I have something in my stomach. Wade engages me in small talk while we eat. He’s trying to impress me, I don’t want him to. What if Wade rejects me? What would Samual do then? I probably should