LARA
I’d cowered behind the king. Wondering if that door would hold. Willing to let that pack of nights stand between me and the vicious brother of the Alpha hunting me.
I’d let anything stand between him and I. As long as it kept him from getting me.
“You poor thing…” The king rubbed my hair down around my tearstained cheeks. Brushing away the dampness with old fingertips.
He had a kindly face. Gentle eyes but a hard jaw beyond that white beard, that told me that his hand could be as brutal as nice.
I was going to work for nice. I looked at him and wondered how far I could take this. How far will I go to avoid the wolves?
Any distance. I decided. Steadying myself to what might come.
I clung helplessly to the old king’s arms like a lost child. Forcing my face as vulnerable as I could make it. “Please, please help me. I’ll do anything…”
“Of course, Dear. Of course we will. My, my you are a pretty one, aren’t you…Beneath all those tears. You’re luck you made it. He nearly got you.”
You’ve no idea how pretty I’m going to be…
“Yes.” I admitted. “He nearly did.”
***
For days I worked to seduce that old king. Spending every moment haunting his steps and appearing in whatever room he was in until I made him mine. Persuading him to spend more and more time with me. To indulge my wishes a bit further each day.
I felt his eyes lingering on me and knew he liked the way I looked. With soft blonde features and keen blue eyes, I’d been told more than once I was lovely. But where I normally tried to hide those traits, here, amongst the humans I let myself free. I wore the lovely satins and silks the king gifted me. And participated in his dances and parties.
Eventually catching the eye of Bartholemew. One of the lords of a neighboring Kingdom.
I was kind to him to, willing to build my bridges where I might.
After one ball, the king walked over and offered me his arm. Collecting me from a dance with Bartholemew.
“He wants you, you know.” He remarked evenly.
“’Tis quite the shame, I only have eyes for one man.” I batted my sweeping lashes.
He gave a half-hearted smile. “Do you think one as lovely as you could learn to love one, such as me?”
A King? Definitely. I’d love every coin.
“But I already do, Your Highness.” I crooned.
He chuckled softly. “A smooth girl you are, indeed. You know I can give you no children.”
“I need none, My Lord.”
“After you pass, My Girl. My lands would go to Bartholemew’s children. He is my cousin.”
“I care not a wit.” I shook my head. “Only that I am with you.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. Patting my hand on his arm.
***
Soon, after he wed me. Giving my own sentries to protect me.
I strolled the wall now and again. Watching the treeline beyond the meadow. And I was sure, that I could see yellow eyes watching me from within the shadows of the trees.
Alaric. I could feel his presence there still.
Waiting for a day I forget. One day in which I emerge....
But I had no intention of forgetting.
The day of the wedding came and went. I wore white, which I felt was fitting. Since I’d managed to remain untouched. And I had plans of staying that way. I had high hopes that I could control my withered old king with a concoction of herbs I’d had my maids testing on the knights for their amusement.
It works.
The eve of the wedding came, and to my surprise, the King sent off those that’d vouch that the wedding had been consummated.
“I want no such trivialties ‘atween you and I, My Dear. When the time comes you wish for the act. I shall be here waiting.”
I was pleasantly surprised. Finding myself liking the man more and more by the day, despite my general dislike of males.
I took full advantage of his kindness and prolonged that day and when it seemed he was growing impatient, I relented and spiced his drink with my herbs then attempted to seduce him. To his dismay, and my great relief, we found he could not rise to the occasion.
Then came the time when I walked those perimeter walls and no longer felt Alaric’s gaze on me.
Does he know I am wed? That I was claimed by another? For some reason that thought didn’t bring me joy.
Despite the King’s kindness, I found myself lonely over the long months. Missing the company of creatures who understood what I was.
I’d never thought I would miss the wolves. But I, at least, miss the camaraderie of the she-wolves.
And Marta’s old wisdom.
I walked the walls again and felt no eyes, no presence.
I thought for sure, he’d finally gone.
Surrendered me to the humans, afterall.
I should’ve known better.
It was a normal morning. I rose and my maid tended me in my morning rituals. Brushing my hair until it was a soft yellow halo framing my face. She then plaited it. Weaving in some shining white pearls. Next, she dusted my lips with a bit of rouge to freshen my face.She pulled a sky blue dress of fine silk over my head and helped gather my hair from beneath it. Tightening the laces until I felt I couldn’t breathe. Then helping me into the matching slippers.The fire was still needed to warm my room because though the sun was up, it was a moggy, damp morning. And the castle seemed to encourage the dampness to cling. Building the chill.I grabbed a gold silk wrap with tassels on the edges and pulled it around my shoulders. Emerging from my room with a purposeful walk.I’m starved. I had every intention of heading straight to the Dining Hall to retrieve some breakfast when I was stopped in my tracks.A knight was passing me in the corridor. He wore full armor, but his helmet was tucked u
To my secret relief, he was unable to perform and soon gave up.I sensed his frustration as he lay next to me. “It changes nothing, My King.”It’s better this way actually.“Such a great frustration for a man such as I, to have such a beautiful wife, alluring from her toenails to her forehead, and be unable to enter her.”“I’ve told no one, My King.”“Do not. Not so much as a whisper to a maid.” He said sternly. “Though you’re forgiving, our people would not be. They’d say our marriage was unconsummated.”It was.“They’ll cast you from this castle when I’m gone.”“What do I do when you are?” I asked softly. Feeling a bit fearful. Though I was strong, there was still much I relied on him for.He’s my guarantee of safety.Though I looked forward to being Queen to run the realm, something I’d been learning for a year now, I feared what might happen.“Consider Bartholemew, My Dear. He has an eye for you. And he’s young enough to give you heirs.”“I’ll consider it. But not a day before the
Alaric.Asking me how long I’d thought I could hide from him.A lot longer than I had, it appeared.“What do you want?” I lurched off the wall but met his solid chest. He had me caged in such a way, he was inescapable. His breath warm next to me. Still tainted with the hint of some wine.And far too close.“I’ll call for my Guards.” I gave him a hard shove but found his body utterly unrelenting. I tried to twist away but he caught my elbows and held me to him.“Do you think any of them would hear you before I silenced you?”Silenced? Killed or knocked me unconscious?As far as his question, no.He’s far too fast.“What do you want, Alaric?” I said acidly. Working hard to hide the fact that he had me trembling so hard that I felt like my legs would give out.“You know what I want.” His yellow eyes slid down my face and neck to the low cut of my dress. “You ran away because you knew.”“No.” I denied. A bit too quickly. “I didn’t want to be claimed by wolves.”He frowned and gave me a si
When I only nervously licked my lips, he touched the bottom of my chin. Lifting it to draw my eyes to his piercing blue ones.“Are you so sure, you don’t want me to take you now?” He reached intimately to caress the inside of my thigh, over my dress, slipping his hand up. Inch by inch. Bunching the fabric against my center. His hand finding the place already superheated.My hands fluttered and I dropped my head back on the wall, completely unprepared for his nearness.Or the effect it’s having on me.Swallowing hard, I fought for control. I knew it was nowhere near a Mating Moon.So why am I reacting so wildly?I could feel the response of my she-wolf. Writhing just under my skin. My arms rippled like a wave under my skin, as my body struggled against the change.Don’t. I willed myself. Trying to even my breaths, to slow my racing heart.“How long has it been?” He taunted. “Since you last ran?”His nimble fingers were stroking toward my opening and rubbing the bud at the crest of my c
Things changed the day that I was eating in the banquet room.I’d settled down to some eggs and steaming linked, sausage for breakfast. The Dining Hall was relatively empty.As it usually is when I come to breakfast. It seemed I was generally the only early riser. Which was why I did it so often. I liked the peace of being the only one in this great hall, save for the guards near the mantle and door and a sprinkling of servants cleaning, I was the only occupant.I sawed at the bit of sausage with my knife and took a delicate bite. Savoring the spicy, tangy flavor.Nearly oblivious to the presence of the servants working diligently around the room. A man feeding logs into the fire and a few maids dusting. A servant stoking the fire, threw in the last log a bit carelessly. Which was what first drew my attention to him.Servants are not usually so careless for fear of reprisal. My blue gaze flitted over to him in time to see him spinning round and leaping into a full tilt run. Nearing
Huffing, I whipped my hair to keep moving, purposefully hitting him with what hung over my shoulders.He turned his head, seeing it coming. His eyes flashing in unholy fury.I gripped the railing to rush up the stairs but his hand landing over mine and pinching it in place stopped me. I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “When are you going to learn that some things are simply out of your reach.”“You’re not. Though you’re trying damn hard to be.”Succeeding. But I certainly couldn’t argue what he was saying. I’d worked hard to place myself far from where he could get to me.Now I’m a queen. And he still won’t let me go. I looked at the man thoughtfully and realized he wasn’t going to back down from this. I need to throw him off his game.To control him.He’s a wild card I need to rein in. I eyed him assessingly. Recalling the way his arm had shot out and blocked that blade without a moment’s hesitation.How efficiently he’d dispatched my attacker.I can use that.In-fact I ne
Months passed.Months of him finding assassins, and those that’d hire them, to kill me.Him dispatching them, before they could get anywhere near me.One after another. Until even I’d heard of his many triumphs.His decimation of killers.He’s certainly diligent. And though he cast me prolonged side-eyed looks when he passed me in the long halls, he didn’t demand payment.But I could tell from the annoyance on his features that he was growing further and further impatient.Wanting me to make good on my word. But if he thought I’d catch him and offer it to him, he was insane.He’ll have to ask me. And even that thought chaffed my nerves.Would I? Even then? I needed him in a very practical, primal sort of way. I was a female, with little power. And not particularly beloved by the people of the Enderon realm. Whereas he, he had somehow become one of my own guards, without me even knowing, track and kill numerous assassins and other feats.Like running me down as if I were no more th
“What?” I stared at him stunned.“I can smell your sex.” He whispered.“You’re wet. I could slide right into you, without the slightest ripple.” He promised. “Come in here, Lara. Let me have her…”“No! The bailey.” I cried. Backing up. I stumbled at the bottom of the stairs and had to turn and run up them.I could feel Alaric’s eyes on me, though he didn’t move.I knew that it had been exactly as he and I had both predicted.My she-wolf wants to mate. And she’s chosen him. Well, I hadn’t.So, she’s going to have to go without. But I knew depriving her for long, was going to do me in so I had to come up with an alternative.I found myself staring out the window of my chamber thoughtfully. At the forest beyond the meadow. Nothing moved down there.I’m safe. The problem was getting past Alaric to get out there.If he catches me heading out, there’ll be hell to pay. He’ll consider it an invitation. It was a foggy morning. Gray and heavy. The white teasing through the trees in thin w