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 together. He was still hesitant to touch me while we were nestled within the thick branches of the oak tree. So… I bit him, telling him that I’d marked him so he could do anything. It was after that he kissed me, my first kiss. The world stopped in that moment and I thought Trey would be my mate, but after 5 months, he left.
It was foolish teen love, but as he holds me in his arms again on that bathroom floor, I feel safe and warm. He held me tighter, “I think he wants to take you as soon as your wounds have healed,” he whispers, then plants a kiss on my earlobe.
“I don’t want to,” I whisper back while my body trembles. I let the tears flow, I don’t want to pretend to love someone, I want Trey, I lost him once. Why do I need to lose him again?
Trey was the boy I could be myself around. I wasn’t a princess to him, I was just Dely, his Dely. Trey lifts me onto his lap and holds me as I weep. “I’m sorry,” he keeps saying over and over, burying his head into the crook of my neck.
After some time passed, I calmed down enough to pull away from him, his cheeks looked as tear-stained as mine feel. “Please help Christopher, help him escape.” I look deep into his eyes. Pleading. Begging. I see the pain in his eyes. I know I’m asking more than I should, but I don’t care. Christopher doesn’t deserve to be caught up in the dark side of politics; not yet.
Trey doesn’t respond, he leans over and kisses the tip of my nose, a small hum escapes me. His care and tenderness makes me want him more.
“I really need to take a shower.” Trey shifts me off his lap and stands.
“Could join you.” I wink, he chuckles but shakes his head.
“Wouldn’t be able to control myself, and… you need to be pure for…” his voice cracks. I turn from him, I don’t want him to say it. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want him to think about it.
We stay up talking that night. We talk as if I’m not a prisoner and we’re home, under the protection of my father. We tell each other what’s happened over the last 5 years, we talk of the future we had hoped for, what our dreams had been.
I’m settled between Trey’s legs, my head on his chest listening to his slow breathing. He fell asleep ten minutes before. I feel myself following suit, my eyes heavy. A knock at the door makes me start and leap to the floor. Trey’s eyes snap open and with lightning speed, he’s at the door, unlocking it. A tray is placed in his arms. “Alpha’s ordered 3 meals a day.” Trey nods, thanking the man I can’t see, and closes the door again.
“Breakfast,” he puts the tray on the bed as I sit back down pulling the bowl of cereal towards me. Trey grabs the other bowl and takes a seat beside me, his legs against mine. His warmth is comforting, as the cereal fills the hunger that had began to gripe.
After an hour we’re back on the bed together, “Dely,” he whispers almost inaudibly as he brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear as we lay next to each other on the small bed, “Yes.” I run my finger over his stubble.
“Your necks almost healed,” he sounds regretful, like he doesn’t want it to be true.
“I won’t use the cream again, gives us one more day,” I mouth back to him, I don’t want this to end, the warmth of his embrace, the care behind his hazel eyes. “He’ll know. He always knows”.
“Please,” I beg. “One more day.” Tears prick at my eyes. He sighs and rolls off the bed grabbing the jar of cream from the floor. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he hands it to me. “You know what happens if you disobey him,” he said louder… that’s something he would say. I nod sadly as I apply the cream that brings me closer to my fate.
“I’ll mind link him in the morning, get some sleep,” he comes back up to me again, placing his lips next to my ear and breaths almost inaudibly. “There’s no extra guards during the night on this floor, we can talk then.” I nod saddened that he can’t prolong our time together.
Before I knew it the sun had risen. I look down, a fear creeping over me. Trey had managed to keep my mind preoccupied, but… there was no escaping the inevitable. Trey looks over my wrists and neck, apologises before his eyes glaze as he links Samual.
I take a quick shower so Samual has no excuse to hurt Christopher.
I sit on the edge of the bed, looking at my bare feet. After a few hours I hear the noise I’ve been dreading, a key in the lock. Samual enters and I stand, I hear Trey stand too. “Good, seems like you know your place now.” I hear his footsteps before I see his feet.
“I want you to change, and do your hair. Remember what happens if you disobey.” I don’t look at him and a dress is thrown on the bed, I see it out the corner of my eye. The dress looked like a simple white satin knee length, something I would wear on official visits.
He pulls my face to look up to him, “I’ll get someone to bring make-up you look disgusting, but I’m glad you smell better.” He drops my chin, “I’ll be back in an hour. Make sure she’s ready,” he was obviously addressing Trey. Once he was satisfied, Samual left us alone again.
Nearly an hour later I was sitting back on the bed, Trey stood in front of me. “He’ll be here soon, please don’t cry.” Tears swim in my eyes but I try to pull them back. He kisses my forehead which makes the tears spill. He kisses my tears, he moves down my jaw laying gentle kisses along it. He stops a millimetre from my lips. “I shouldn’t.” His breath hot against my skin, I don’t care. I move my lips to his. I want one moment of happiness before I live a life of servitude.
He deepens the kiss, his lips soft and tender against mine. Crackles of electric joy create tingles over my body. He runs his hand down my waist as he gently pushes me down to lie on the bed. My skin vibrates as he reaches the hem of my dress. Pushing his fingers under it to caress my thigh. A small moan escapes my lips against his.
He pulls away suddenly looking flustered. “Can’t, he’ll kill me,” his breath coming out laboured. I push myself back up to sitting. I know we can’t, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
Ten minutes later, Samual came to get me. He storms over to me and grabs the back of my neck before we leave the room, I gasp in surprise. “Behave like he’s your long lost mate, you’re here on official business and you fall for my son. Play the part and I might release your brother, don’t…” Samual spits, he didn’t need to finish the sentence. He releases me so I draw myself up to full height and hold my head high. Samual wraps my hand around the crook of his arm.
I fleetingly look back to Trey, he looks broken. I flash him an apologetic look before putting on my royal façade.
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
WadeI feel like she’s hiding from me, I swear I saw the real her for a flash in that tree. I was so scared she was going to fall, I’ve never seen someone just… well leap into a tree. She’s nothing I was expecting. I remember her on obstacle courses as a child, but… maybe part of me believed she wouldn’t still be climbing.But as we walk through the wood she’s closed up again, she’s a fortress to me. I just need to find the weak points. There’s just something off. Like she doesn’t actually want to be here. But I offered for her to leave, I didn’t say she had to stay. If she wasn’t interested she’s welcome to go to other packs.Although… I feel honoured that she wants to give it a go.I brush my hand against hers as we walk. I feel the tingle tha
AdelaideI look over to the door as I hear a gentle knock, “Princess,” I hear Trey so open the door. He slips inside and pulls me to him, his head in the crook of my neck. “He thinks you hate him,” he mutters against my flesh. “I do.” I stroke his ear.“He can’t know that.” I sigh, he’s right. He gently places his lips on mine in a tender kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I sink into him involuntarily but I pull away slightly. “It’s hard to pretend to like him, I like you,” I admit. Trey suddenly pushes me away. I look at him offended, but he’s put his finger to his lips. I hear the footsteps he’s heard.He gives me a pointed look as we see the shadow of feet on the other side of the door “Princess, I know he can appear crass and ill-mannered… but please give him another chance.