After my first night as queen, my king lay next to me. He is perfect in every way, but for some reason he never touched me. It was the exact opposite of what I had thought it would be. I remember that I was so scared and worried that he would try something, anything.
When I first set eyes on him, he made me feel strange and I can't explain it. His gorgeous green eyes peered right into my soul and his lean but muscular body made it really hard to look away. Right then and there, I wanted to run away and yet I was captivated by his power.
My mother certainly knew what she was doing when she bought me this dress and these undergarments, because the minute he saw them on me I could tell that he wanted to eat me alive. The only bad thing is, I am beginning to doubt myself. Perhaps, I had imagined it all.
Laying there, I watch how his body reacts to my touch while he is sleeping. He snores lightly, making me giggle just enough that he starts to wake up. I turn over quickly so he doesn't know I am awake and when I hear him snoring again, I turn back over and continue watching him.
He is such a fascinating man. My mother told me his story one time and I often wondered what it would be like to be his queen. Daydreaming of living in this mansion with him while I worked on my studies, my mother often caught me and then made me do more for not paying attention.
Knowing that I have always loved him even before I met him, or rather the thought of him, I knew that no one else would ever compare. So when my mother told me that I am his mate and she has saved me all these years for him, somehow I already knew. Looking over at him one last time before I close my eyes, I realize just how lucky I am to be his.
"Ana my queen. Wake up." I open my eyes barely enough to see a woman standing by the side of the bed. I must have fallen asleep.
Realizing that someone besides my king is staring at me, I wake up and force my eyes open. Sitting up, I look down and am very thankful that he must have covered me up before he left this morning, because underneath the sheet I am completely naked. This is not something I wish to share with the woman staring at me right now.
"I am Monique, your personal servant. My king, instructed me to bring you a new dress and some undergarments for the banquet. He is to introduce you to the pack elders and celebrate your arrival. Tomorrow you will travel throughout the whole territory with him, so he can show you off to all the rest of the clans. Now if you would get up, I will take you to the bath. Then afterwards, I will help you with your dress if you so desire."
Not knowing what to make of her or this whole situation, I say rather shly, "Monique, I am naked. Do you mind turning your back so I can fetch my robe?"
She laughs, "You do understand that I have been a servant in this house for years. Before you came along, I took care of the king's niece for a while and she never once worried about me seeing her naked."
Shocked, I finally let go of the sheet and let it drop to the bed before standing up and grabbing my robe off of the hook on the door. I feel Monique stare at my body and when I turn around, she does her best to avert her eyes quickly. "Please beg my pardon, queen. You are beautiful beyond compare. I have never seen such a perfect body before. No wonder why my king has chosen you as his mate."
After I put on my robe, she takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. Showing me where everything is, she asks softly, "May I ask something?"
I nod and answer, "Yes, what is it?"
"Was it as good as you thought it would be? Or did he hurt you?"
"Honestly, he didn't touch me. I must have done something wrong." I answer frowning and worrying that I am not good enough.
She sticks her tongue out and we both start giggling. Confiding in me, she says, "It's his loss. I guess he just has no taste." We both giggle again and then she continues. "I am a virgin. As a servant here, I am not allowed to mate. It is just one of the king's rules."
"That is horrible! For the last several years since my heat came early, I was forbidden to. My mother locked me in a cage so no one could get to me, even though there were plenty of wolves who had come for me over the years. See, I started to go into heat when I was 13. No one ever bothered to tell me that I was being saved for the king, till yesterday."
Finding a kindred soul, I feel so much better about moving here and being in this huge mansion by myself, because now I have a friend. After my bath, I get dressed and Monique helps me to pull the dress over my head and tighten it in the back. When I look in the mirror, I have to admire my reflection. The dress is absolutely beautiful and it makes me feel like a queen.
When Monique leaves to carry out her other responsibilities, I sit down on the couch and read one of my favorite stories about a princess and her prince. A few hours later, I hear a knock at the door and Monique announces, "It is time." when I get up and open the door. She smiles at me and I follow her to the banquet hall downstairs.
Decked out completely, the room has a cathedral ceiling and there are tables surrounding the room. In the middle, there is a space for dancing and a string quartet is sitting on the side. From behind me, I sense a presence and before I turn around, Dominic grabs me around the waist and turns me to face him. He leans down and with his hand, he cups my chin as he kisses me sweetly.
The quartet starts to play and we both turn to watch the first of the elders walk in the entrance.
As the elders arrive one by one and greet us, Dominic graciously introduces me to them. Standing next to him in my beautiful royal blue gown, I feel like a queen and more importantly, they are all addressing me as such. I realize that if anyone doesn't think of me as their queen, it will cause problems for Dominic in the long run, so I do my best to play the part.While curtsying, Dominic introduces me to Frederic, the elder of Allen town. He is an older man than Eric by about twenty years I would say and about a foot shorter. There is something about him though, that makes me feel insignificant. Perhaps it is the fact that everyone in the room seems to think highly of him.It begins to make me wonder. If Dominic wasn't king, would Frederic be? I imagine over time all these things will become clear to me, but as of the moment I can only surmise.When everyone has arrived, Dominic leads me to the head table an
Waking up, I hear all kinds of commotion in the room. "Get up my queen. You have a busy day of travel and visiting the other territories packs today. Our king will introduce you to everyone now that you are here." Monique states as she folds my undergarments and pulls the sheets off of me."My king specifically asked me to hurry up and get you dressed so you can get going. You need to be on the road by 10 to be able to reach all the destinations before nightfall." She says as her face shows signs of stress already so early in the morning.There are two others in the room with me that I have not seen before and I automatically pull the sheets back to hide my naked body. Monique notices that I hide and says, "This is Natasha and Svetlana. They have also seen more than their share of nudity." They look at each other smiling and giggle.It makes me wonder if they have seen more than they say and did m
"What are you doing?" I ask as I look down at my King who is fetching something from under the bed. "I hid a surprise for you and I am about to get it out to give to you." He answers with a giddy sound to his voice. When he pokes his head up, I see a smirk on his face and then he hands me a box. It is a small box, but very pretty. Wrapped with a blue silk bow, the red velvet box is only big enough to fit either a ring, a broach, a necklace or a bracelet. That is assuming that it is folded up. I glance at him before opening it as he leans forward to watch my reaction. Smiling, I wipe a strand of hair out of my eyes and open it slowly. When I do, I am deeply touched. Inside is a absolutely exquisite diamond ring that looks like it could belong to a princess, which I suppose I am or rather a queen. It's still hard for me to deal with the fact that one day I was a plain girl and the nex
I wake up the next morning and to my surprise, he never came to bed. The bed sheets are still made, and everything is as I left it. Confused by the situation, I decide to confront him today and find out exactly what is going on. After all, I do deserve to know what he is thinking if it is going to directly affect our relationship or shall I say the lack thereof.Making sure the bookmark is still intact, I place the book back on the desk before running a bath. Hearing a noise while waiting, I cautiously glance around the corner of the door and spy on Dominic as he changes his clothes. Clearly, he must think I am somewhere else because the next thing he does before he pulls on his pants, is to relieve his tension.Watching him, my desire for his touch is amplified when he throws back his head and howls while he touches himself. The minute he climaxes, his whole-body freezes, and he must sense me staring at him because then he rel
I lay awake at two in the morning tossing and turning. Dominic still hasn’t come to bed with me for the last several nights. In the meantime, I have spent my days and nights laying around and reading my romance novels. At one point in time this evening, I thought he was going to come to bed with me. Instead, he rushes in to change and then disappears again before I ever get to say a single thing to him. The whole time, I felt like he was trying to ignore me so he wouldn’t have to deal with the whole situation. Feeling lonely, I have spent the remainder of my hours talking with Monique and chatting with my mother and father on the phone. Not only has their contract benefited them, but now they are traveling abroad when the moon is not full. My mother shares with me wonderful stories of traveling to Ireland, Scotland, Switzerland, and the America’s. I am happy for them, but admittedly I am a little dismayed at the fact
After a long boring day, I lay on the couch reading a particularly steamy story, when Dominic opens the door violently. He swings it with such force that when it collides with the wall, the painting of his father falls to the ground. When he turns to glare at me, I know that I must have done something wrong, but I have no idea what or how because I have been cooped up in this room all day long. Not feeling well, after lunch I came back to my room and decided on taking it easy for the day. Matter of fact, when he came in just now it is the first time today, I have seen Dominic at all. Earlier, Monique came by to make sure I was doing alright and then she said, “I have heard rumors of him spending time with another older woman in the banquet hall. No one knows who she is, but from what I gather she is not from this territory.” Worried beyond belief, I glance away and move to the love seat by the window before hearing him start to yel
“Look out!” Dominic’s voice rips through the night thunderously. Opening my eyes, I barely see something coming at me before Dominic barrels into it and slams it against the wall. Struggling to fully open my eyes, I stare at a bloody spot on the wall and then look lower to something slumped down on the floor, still where it landed. Glancing at Dominic, I shiver when I see the gold shimmering in his eyes as he goes in for the kill. I hear teeth gnashing and bones breaking before I realize that Dominic has bitten right through the things neck and severed the main artery. Blood gushes everywhere and sprays on up the white wall, just barely missing his mother’s picture. Before this, I had never seen so much gore in person, because my parents always locked me in the cage when others came near. If someone had come close enough to attack, they always kept it outside away from my young prying eyes. Now even in the dark, I can
“Monique, who is that gentleman?” I point to a man in the corner of the dining room who seems to not know anyone here. “I believe that is Alpha Erickson. I overheard the men talking earlier while I was coming to get you. They said that he is the Alpha for one of the southern territories and next in succession to Dominic if something were to ever happen to our King. That is, if he does not have a suitable heir in the meantime.” She says discreetly as she whispers in my ear. “What do you mean by suitable heir? Is there such a thing as an unsuitable heir?” I frown, because at this rate he won’t have either of them if anything were to happen to him. “Well, a suitable heir would be one between the union of the two of you. An unsuitable one, would be him and another mate besides yourself. You know, someone not agreed upon by the elders or yourself usually. If he were to lie with someone else and have