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 against the wall.
“Sorry Alpha, I’ll make her shower again,” Trey mumbles. Either Trey is low in the pack, or this is how Samual keeps order; I suspect the latter.
I don’t agree with that, a pack should be able to trust each other. But Samual wasn’t a born Alpha, he can’t control through his voice like my father can. I still don’t think that is an excuse to use fear and violence for control.
“If you’re not ready to see my son when I get back-” He grips my chin and yanks my head up again, a knife in his hand, “I’ll use this on your poor defenceless brother.” I nod, not trusting myself to talk. He seems happy so leaves, locking the door behind him.
I look to Trey, I can see the blood on the concrete wall and he’s looking down to the floor. A trickle of blood running down his jawline. “He shouldn’t do that.” I take a step towards him, he’s not a bad guy, he just has a bad Alpha. “He’s my Alpha, he can do whatever he likes.” He swallows and sits down rubbing his head, his posture screaming defeat.
“Can I look?” I haven’t got closer to him, he shrugs so I slowly approach. I don’t feel scared with Trey any more. I notice his broad shoulders have dropped as he’s slouched. I take his head in my hands gently. I feel a strange feeling, a familiar feeling as I touch his skin. I ignore it and look through his brown hair. As I run my fingers through his strands of hair, I notice his hair isn’t as dark as I first thought, there are lots of strands of blonde running through that glint with the light as I separate the strands finding the cut.
I find the gash and run my finger along his skull which makes him flinch. “Sorry,” I whisper, I try to probe gently. “I can’t feel a fracture, and I can’t poke through so, you’ll be fine.” I drop the hand that was going through his hair, blood now on my fingers.
“Thanks.” He looks back up to me and meets my gaze, I haven’t dropped my other hand. How did I forget about that one? He leans his cheek into my hand seeming to enjoy the touch. He reaches and places his hand over mine, keeping it there. His hazel eyes soften, he looks so sad, why is he sad? “I’m sorry Princess,” he mumbles before standing and going to the bathroom, breaking our contact.
I sit back on the bed, avoiding looking into the bathroom. Why was he sorry? He was following orders, and that both times I had seen him with Samual he’d got hit. I understand why he does what he was told. I waited until he came out the bathroom. His face back to expressionless guard. “I’ll go shower, will you wait out here?” He nods stiffly, sitting back down heavily so the chair groaned.
I meticulously wash, going over every spot several times, with Trey not watching I feel I can take my time. I condition my hair this time too, running my fingers through the tangles. I can’t do as well as with a brush but it is better than before.
I step out of the shower, looking to the door. Trey still is not looking. I dry off and wrap the towel around myself. I glance at the mirror to look at my appearance for the first time in months. My wet hair looking almost black, but dried it is closer to light brown. My father always said my hair reminded him of Walnuts that grew around our house, I smile softly at the memory, I miss him. I miss them both. Mother fussing over everything, father busy but never too busy to watch me spar, or kiss my many grazed knees.
My golden eyes are a family trait, even in human form my eyes resemble my wolf’s, just as it did my father and brothers. I miss them, I miss my older brother Marc… I wonder how he’s doing?
My frame is thinner than normal. Months of being without exercise and sun have taken their toll. I miss my training sessions, I miss the obstacle courses around our land; I was out most days, it’s strange to see myself quite so pale.
I miss my pack, all the guards who I find hilarious as they try not to laugh or… move. I used to try at every opportunity when I was younger just to get them in trouble, like the brat I was - alright still am really.
I sigh as my mind drifts to my best friend; Jesse, he always made me laugh and we’d always get into trouble… We became experts at avoiding people to sneak through the Palace. A tear slides down my cheek thinking off all the home comforts I miss.
“You OK?” I jump when Trey appears next to me; I hadn’t heard him approach. I wipe my cheek roughly, he wasn’t meant to see that. I feel my canines extend and turn quickly, pretending to wipe my eyes.‘No,’ I tell my wolf.‘Sorry, he scared me, have you noticed he’s good looking?’‘Shut up, that is something we are NOT thinking about.’‘But I’m bored, can I see his wolf?’‘You’ve barely been awake 24 hours! Calm down.’I feel my canines go back to normal and run my tongue along to be sure before turning around to face Trey. “Sorry, I’m fine, could… could you get me a brush? If I need to look respectable…” He nods to me and goes out the door. I dress in the clothes I took off – no others had been provided and hear Trey talking to someone at the door. “-brush, yes and some more clothes, she can’t stay in the same set. And I’m hungry, I’m sure she is too.” He shuts the door again as I exit the bathroom.I sit back on the bed, “Are you Samual’s Beta?” The way he demands those around him s
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
We walk up to the house, my arm in my captors. I try to take in the village they’ve made, but honestly, I can’t. I’m focusing on the house before me. It’s smaller than my home…. obviously. I suppose that’s really not hard. I see three floors, however knowing my own house. I bet there’s at least one floor underground.Samual has styled his house 19th century, it reminds me of a vineyard house. With its pale stone and rosewood windows. A balcony casts a shadow over the entrance. If I was visiting on official business, I would have commented that it was a lovely piece of architecture.Samual grips my hand painfully, “Remember,” he sneers into my ear.“Why, Alpha Blackwood, I don’t ever know what you mean,” I put on my regal official voice that’s only reserved for outsiders. He smiles, I know how to play his stupid little game, oh ye of little faith.I sneer inwardly as he opens the large glass door. A few pack members were around, they appear to work in the house. A dark brown haired man
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
AdelaideI couldn’t look at the room, my mind spinning with everything that had happened the last few days.Hell, the last few weeks!I just sit on the floor, my back against the wall. I can’t hold the tears in any more, my brother was probably being beaten to a pulp as I sit here. Why did he ask so many questions about my family and where I’ve been? He was acting like I hadn’t spent four months in his dungeon. And my bags? What bags!?It was like he was trying to trip me up so he could hurt my brother. I was right, he’s just as twisted as his father.I hate him. I hate every fiber of him. His scent, his fashion sense, his eyes. Everything. I don’t care, he’s disgusting. He’s evil behind that mask of pleasantness.I shift over the carpet, my tears flowing far more freely than they ever have in my life. I sit for half an hour or so, crying like a pup when a knock sounds on the door. I hurriedly wipe my face, “Just a minute!” I try to keep my voice level, unsure if I succeed.“It’s me,”
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
AdelaideI awake in a cold sweat. The sheets sticking to me.Bad dream.I open my eyes wondering where I am for a moment. I blink a few times before I remember… Hell, that’s where I am. I peel the sheets from me and go to the window, I try it and to my surprise, it’s unlocked. I slide it open allowing the cool night air to flood into the bedroom. The fresh air feels nice, I’ve missed the night air. It’s my favourite time, the moon shining bright above and the lack of warmth soothes my constantly warm skin.‘I want to run,’ My wolfs thoughts invade my own.‘I know, we can’t, they’ll think we’re running away.’ I want to let my wolf free, she’s been cooped up for months. ‘How about we just change in the room, I kn
AdelaideI decide on jeans and a khaki floaty blouse, with the black ballet pumps. Not formal but not informal. I try to find the kitchen guessing that’s where Wade would be. I peered into the kitchen, the brilliant white of the whole room almost blinding me. I never understood when people designed their homes so it hurt our senses. They are all wolves after all.A woman is standing by the hob, “Excuse me, do you know where Wade is?” I ask her politely, she turns on the spot and instantly drops into a bow “Your Highness, I apologise I didn’t see you there. He-he’s in the conservatory, I-I can show you.” She checks on what she was cooking.“Oh. No need, I know where to go.” The woman bows again before I leave.I reach the conservatory and can see Wade thr