Chapter 4

Silver

I signed the papers with shaky hands and I don’t even know if I was breathing properly because the whole time my mind kept replaying how my life flipped in one single night.

One moment I was a starving slave girl sleeping on torn mattresses by turns and now I am married. Married to an alpha king I barely know which makes me an Alpha Queen. My husband’s name is Caspian. Even his name made something run down my spine like a slow shiver.

He didn’t smile or congratulate me or even try to make me feel welcome. He just stared straight at me for one second, his eyes cold but somehow burning at the same time and then he rolled away on his wheelchair without saying a single word.

I watched him leave feeling confused and kind of embarrassed that I thought maybe he would look at me like a real wife even though we both know this whole thing was rushed and weird and almost unreal.

Before I even had time to think, a maid came in and told me it was time to get ready for the nuptial night and my whole stomach dropped so hard I almost collapsed. I followed her quietly to another room where she changed my outfit into this white lace thing that barely covered anything.

Everything was showing!! I mean every single thing. She didn’t even let me close it properly. I tried to put a robe on because I was so shy but she immediately took it away and said no, that if I wore that the alpha king would be mad. The fear in her voice told me she wasn’t lying.

So I just stood there almost naked and trembling and feeling like some sacrificial lamb being prepared for something way above my understanding. It seems like everyone in this castle is scared of him not just me.

They walk soft, talk soft, breathe soft like one wrong breath and he would tear them apart. I don’t know if he’s truly a brute or if they just created a monster in their heads but all I know is my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

The maid walked me to the master bedchamber and opened the door. I swear I froze right there. My husband was on the bed lying against pillows with his entire upper body bare. His muscles were insane like he somehow spent hours working out even though I know he cannot walk.

His abs were carved, his chest wide and strong amd his arms thick everything glistening like he had just showered or maybe was sweating a little I don’t even know. What shocked me the most was his face.

It was clean no more hair hiding his jaw or mouth. His jawline was so sharp I swear it could cut through glass and those piercing eyes made my heart skip because they were staring right into me like he knew every thought in my head before I even thought them.

I had to look away before my knees gave out because I had never seen a man that attractive in my entire life. Why did he hide this? If the girls had seen this face earlier none of them would have left. They would have begged him to pick them. Uh maybe.

He watched me hesitate by the door as if trying to read whether this is all acting. He doesn’t trust me and I totally understand where he is coming from.

“Come here.” He said and his voice was deep and rough making my whole body react in ways that embarrassed me.

I walked slowly until I reached the bed and he stared at me again from head to toe his gaze lingering on my breasts in a way that made me feel naked even before he touched me.

My chest rose and fell too fast. I know my body is small from starvation but my breasts are still full enough and the lace made them look even bigger. It was embarrassing but also something else.

“Tell me the truth now bride. Why did you marry me? Hundreds before you rejected me but you stayed. Why?l He asked with a brow raised staring intently.

His voice wasn’t angry just heavy and tired like he had been disappointed for years. I swallowed hard and decided to tell him the truth, my real truth and the one nobody ever asked me to share.

“My mate rejected me and I’m just a slave in my former pack. I don’t have any life to go back to.” I told him my honest answer not knowing it’s bite me in the ass.

“Marrying you might be my only chance of surviving and being your wife is better than being treated like a dog. I don’t care that you’ll forever be on wheelchair, I’ll help you every step of the way.” My voice shook but I forced the words out because lying didn’t make sense.

Something in his eyes changed, not soft but not cold anymore either. Before I could even understand what was happening he pulled me onto his lap making me straddle him and my breath got trapped in my throat. He kissed me so deeply I forgot my name.

I forgot the castle ans forgot the pain in my bones. His hands were everywhere at once and he removed the lace gently but urgently exposing my skin to him. His mouth moved to my breasts and I gasped so loud I had to cover my mouth but he held my hand down and kept going.

His touch didn’t scare me at all. It made me feel something warm and safe for the first time in my life. When he finally made love to me it was gentle like he knew I was inexperienced.

He took my virginity slowly while kissing my tears away holding me like I mattered. I cried a little because nobody had ever touched me softly before. I felt cherished in his arms for few minutes than I did in my entire eighteen years of living.

Weeks passed like that and then it was already a month. We bonded almost every night and sometimes during the day when he couldn’t help himself. He was always touching me always pulling me into his lap always telling me to sit on him and craving me.

It was like all the years he spent lonely and rejected were pouring into me and I let him because it felt good to be wanted even if it was only physically.

We did little things around the castle but I rarely saw him until night. When he did come, he would make love to me roughly then desperately like he was scared I would disappear. And each time it felt new.

Tonight the castle is louder than ever because there’s a rumor going around that the other twin is coming back. I didn’t even know Caspian had a twin brother until yesterday.

His name is Bastian and if Caspian is feared then Bastian is something else entirely. They said he is worshipped. They said he is terrifying. They said even mentioning his name is dangerous.

I didn’t know what to expect so I just stayed in the room brushing my hair slowly (which is still dark and not the silver it used to be because servants are forced to have dull colored hair no matter what) and thinking about everything that happened to me these past weeks.

I was alone when someone walked in without knocking. I turned expecting my husband but the man standing there made my breath stop completely. He looked just like Caspian but darker and sharper amd much colder.

And the second his eyes locked on me everything changed. My heart started beating in my ears again. He stepped forward slowly never looking away from me and then I heard him growl one single word that turned my body to fire.

“Mate!” He growled out then added again. “Mate mate!”

Before I could even respond he lunged at me grabbing me and kissing me so harshly I couldn’t breathe. And instead of fighting him like a normal MARRIED person, I kissed him back.

My hands were in his hair my legs wrapped around him and my whole body responding like I had no mind of my own. The mating bond slammed into me so hard I couldn’t think.

He tore my clothes off and I swear I helped him without even realizing what I was doing because the pleasure was too much and I was drowning in it. He took me fast, rough, claiming me completely and then he marked me before I even understood what was happening.

I felt the bite burn into my neck then the bond snap into place so violently I screamed or was it a moan? I’m not sure. I shuddered with his dick still snugly inside of me and pleasure exploding in my limbed.

And then the door opened and Caspian strolled in. He froze his entire face changed. First shock then anger followed by something darker that makes me shiver realizing I was butt naked.

He stared at me and then at the mark on my neck, a little above his own. His voice was calm but deadly.

“Can I have my wife back now?”

Bastian pulled me closer growling like a beast, his eyes glowing with pure fury. He inhaled me by pushing his nose deeper inside my hair.

“No. She is mine.” He snarled possessively.

Caspian’s wheelchair creaked as he rolled forward his face stone cold and terrifying. I see why everyone is really scared of him in the castle.

“She was mine first brother. That is my WIFE in your arms!”

And I swear the air in the room shifted to something very heavy and dangerous as the twin brothers prepared to rip the world apart because I was now marked by both of them.