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Marc swept through the palace, all had been quiet for seven years. Well… almost quiet.
Giggling reached his ears before he heard his brother growling, “Right you two ratbags, are you behaving?” Marc had to shake his head as he made his way through the Gamma suite. More giggling and shouting ricocheting around. He ran his hand through his hair, a tiny flicker of grey at his temples that he couldn’t deny his pups were giving him. He watched for a moment as Chris threw his four year old to Trey.
“My children are not footballs,” he allowed his deep powerful rumble to fill the room.
“No, I was going for a rugby ball,” Chris replied, shrugging.
“Daddy!” Alice leapt
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The swishing of the whip made her flinch before it made contact. It soon did, the silver cutting deep into her flesh. She bit her tongue; it’s only worse if she made a noise. *The husky wolf pounded the ground as hard as she could. Her limbs hurt but she couldn’t stop, not yet. She panted as her chest burnt with the speed, she was pushing herself to her limit; she knew her tracks would be followed. She’d tried to avoid other’s territories, there was one that was going to be unavoidable, and she’d be there soon. It would be a miracle if she got through it alive, but she had to try.She was running so fast her eyes barely registered the royal crest carved into the trees; the border. She realised too late. Growls soon ripped through the trees. The husky wolf tried to think as she ran. She could submit, which could mean death, or run, which also could mean death. But before she could think more she felt teeth on her scruff and she tumbled to the ground. Snarling and snapping of teeth
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A tear rolled down her cheek, she’d counted ten.Ten cracks of the whip, he’d never gone above ten. The terrifying swish told her it’s not over. She let out a sob.*Klara was pulled into Marc’s side, she felt tiny against him, she wanted to relax into him but she was very aware who he was. He was leading her through multiple corridors, she was slightly glad of The King half holding her up, despite the wish to whimper with the burning pain at every movement of his arm. He pushed open a set of double doors gilded in gold. “This is my Wing,” He gestured around the grand entrance way, a desk sat in the middle. “That’s Rose, she helps manage the Wing, if you need anything just ask her,” he said as he half dragged her into the room, his arm locked around her waist tighter. Unknown to Marc she winced and had to grit her teeth to not make a sound. “Good morning King Marc.” “Morning Rose. this is Klara, she’ll be your Queen.” Klara looked around, her cheeks burning at Marc’s blatant decla
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