Meeting the King

The attack felt like a bad nightmare that Harper wasn’t sure if that really happened or not. The black and the white wolves clawing at one another’s throats, blood everywhere, the smell of sweat and blood in the air. Everything at once.  

Harper woke up with excruciating pain all over her body. She has little memories of what happened the day before, but her dream last night reminder her of a mysterious white wolf who came to her aid. Right before death can have its ruthless grasp on her throat.

“She’s awake. Someone tell the king.” – she heard someone said

Even when her eyes hurt, she forced them to open. She was lying down on a soft and feathery bed, which she sure is not the one she’s used to lay down at her grandmother’s cabin. Back there, she was lying down on a wooden bed with a sole pillow. That wasn’t what she feels right now.

She opened her eyes and what welcomed her was a sight of at least ten men around the room, each was doing different things. Two were sharpening their knives, one was brewing something over a low fire. A pair was playing with stones and sticks on a game board and one was standing at the foot of her bed, holding a white towel with blood stains.

One look at him and she guessed she was the stranger that came to her aid from the attack.

“Hello? Who are you? Where am I?”

Harper’s questions felt like succeeding bullets shot at the same time.

“You’re safe now.” – the man in bald head and a huge hoop pierced through his lower lip answered.

She sat up and held her forehead. A terrible headache stopped her from getting up.

“How did I get here? and who… who are these people?!”

Her eyes looked around the place. Some of the men stopped what they’re doing and paid her attention. Right then, the wooden door creaked open and the men stood up. A sound of footsteps heading her way.

Harper’s eyes found the door and she stared, confused.

As if to answer her question, a tall and muscular man with black hair, round eyes and full red lips entered the room. He looked familiar but Harper couldn’t remember exactly. Just his presence alone signifies his superiority over the rest as he gave a single nod and the others left the room. This confused Harper more and she stared directly at the stranger.

“How was your rest?” – the man said.

“Who are you?” – for the third time, she asked. She couldn’t understand why none of the men seemed to be concerned of answering her question.

“I’m your alpha.”

This sudden declaration made her eyes dilated. What was she saying, she thought? She doesn’t have an alpha. The last mate she has despises her more than anything in the world.

“You’re kidding.” – was all Harper said. This made the strange man frown.

He came closer to Harper, slowly, in few long strides. When he was finally standing at the side of her bed, he held her chin lightly, raising it a little higher so he could look straight at her eyes.

“Yes, I’m certain as hell. You look exactly as what was in the prophecy.”

Whether it was the headache or the pain she was feeling on her wrists, none of what the stranger said made sense to Harper.

Not to mention that the man’s touch was cold as ice.

“Again, who are you? and where am I?”  - Harper said through gritted teeth. Slowly, the intended neglect of the question she was asking makes her uneasy.

Her memory of what happened in the woods was hazy, but for now, she wanted to know whether she was rescued by the right pack or captured by the other.

A slight grin appeared on the man’s face.

“I already answered your question. I’m your mate now. I’m claiming you.”

She gulped. Could this be true? Could this really be why she was feeling a bit comfortable with this strange man rather than with Brayden?

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m the Lycan King, Harper. My name’s Wolford Damon. Call me Damon.”

Her confusion quadrupled on the fact that the man calling himself Damon knew her name. How can he? She was certain the day before was the first time she met him.

“Do you believe me now?”  

Damon released her chin and placed his both hands on the front pockets of his pants.

“I… I don’t know.”

And then a sudden ringing on her ears made her scream. It was deafening and it continued for more than a minute. Damon, as if knowing what or why this was happening, stayed on his spot, observing what was happening to his newly-claimed mate.

“aaaaahhh! Make it stop!” – Parker was screaming with her eyes closed. The ringing came with voices and deep screams she don’t know the source of.

When it was over, she was panting and grasping for air.

Damon stood unshaken. His gaze as cold as stone.

“That was normal. It was the first time I touched you. Now everyone in the pack and all the wolves know you’re mine. They all felt that too.”

A man she recognized as the one who was standing at the foot of the bed before Damon walked in came back with a glass of purple-looking juice. He got closer and handed it to Parker who looked at it questioningly.

“What is this?” – she asked, shaking the glass a little to see what was the liquid

“It’s for your cuts and bruises.” – Damon answered.

She looked at Damon. How can I trust this stranger I just met?, she thought. However, in between her doubts and distrusts, she knows she has no choice.

With four big gulps, she emptied the glass.

A peculiar sensation consumed her body as the liquid found its way to her circulatory system. She waited until the feeling was gone… but it took minutes. Once the wait was over and the warm feeling of being under the liquid’s influence, she looked at her body under the wolf fur blanket and saw that it was back to being flawless. The sores, the bruises and the cuts she endured from the chase in the woods disappeared as if they weren’t there in the first place.

She was amazed, but she showed no sign of it.

Damon whispered something to the guard and he came forward to retrieve the glass. Once again, there were only him and Harper inside the room.

She was still checking her body for possible signs of the attack but found none. Observing this, Damon couldn’t help but look at her. She’s a Redmayne, one of the earliest werewolf family. When the prophecy revealed that she would be the perfect mate for him, he knew it wasn’t a mistake. A powerful king like him only needs a rather perfect mate to be his wolf queen.

And there she was in front of him, after months of tracking her down and finding the alpha that maltreated her.

Remembering it now, he wished he had finished him off, not let him escape and keep his life. Who knows what will happen in the future? The black wolves would be back with his lead and try to get Harper again.

The thought made him shake his head.

He knows that won’t happen again. He’s here to protect her now. Whoever touches her, that person should be ready to meet death.