Belonging To The Alpha King

Chapter Two

"Alright. There you go." Rosá grunted softly as she lowered him off her back and onto a worn out, moth eaten mattress. She stared at him sadly and with pity once more.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she rushed to the cramped kitchen and thrashed through the crumbling cupboards to find the sorry excuse for a first-aid-kit.

Rushing back to the cramped space she called her bedroom, she approached the moth-eaten bed which housed the beast, with caution.

Quickly but carefully assessing the wounds, she cleansed and dressed them as best she could. Wiping a sheen of sweat from her wrinkled brow, she left it to rest while she got ready for a bath in her much too small bathroom.

The beast stirred awake, shifting into a human man's body as it did so. He winced in pain as he assessed his situation, trying to figure out where he was and why he was there. Before he could start looking for answers, a door squeaked open.

He jumped, instinctively shifting back into his beast form and assumed a fighting position, only to see a sickly pale girl walk through.

She blinked once, twice... The room went silent and time seemed to almost go still as they both stared at each other with great intensity. One in otter shock, the other on high alert.

Three things occurred all in perfect sync. The girl gasped at the unbelievably huge wolf on her bed. Then she screamed so loud his Ash coloured fur stood on end. And finally, she picked up the closest thing to her -which was a broken hairbrush- and hurled it at him, hitting him square in the forehead.

'Ouch! That hurt.' The man-beast wined in his mind, rubbing his furry forehead with his oversized paw.

"Wh-wha...??!" She exclaimed as if she'd forgotten that she was the one who brought the wolf home with her in the first place. When she finally calmed down enough to think, she sighed and cautiously approached the hulking figure. Hand outstretched, she cooed at him while she approached. 

"Hi there. You're alright now, I'm not dangerous." Gently, she brushed her frail hand against his fur.

 "See?" She asked, smiling sweetly. He leaned into her touch and her sweet smell, wining in satisfaction. She abruptly pull away and turned to leave, he whimpered sadly.

 "I'll be back soon, im not going far." She promised with a soft chuckle, heading to the kitchen area to find him leftovers since that was all she could provide. In her absence, he wondered why he felt so calm around the stranger and why he let out such embarrassing sounds.

Brushing it off as just his animal instincts, he laid back on the so-called 'bed' and waited for her to return. He did not waste the little time he was given to think during her absents. Thinking back, he cringed to himself in shame at how he got himself caught.

He rushed through stuffy, suffocating traditional brick hallways, feeling much like a rebellious teen again. Though he did not actually rebel but my, did he dream of it.

He took advantage of the fact that everyone was preparing for the festival like they do every year to slip off the pack grounds. He was met with a deeper, more unfamiliar ground.

He was in a part of the forest he'd never seen in his entire life before. You would think him being in high ranks in his pack would have gave him the opportunity to go wherever or do whatever he wanted, but truth be told, his status was what kept him bounded to the same place till this day, his meetings were always brought to him.

The people had a strict policy about protecting important people . Not paying any mind to the unfamiliar place and not showing any fare seeing as he was a trained fighter who was taught from an early age to steel his emotions and stare death in the face boldly, he trudged deeper into uncharted lands. 

He was on hyper alert, so every and any sudden sounds would make him spring into a defensive stance and look around wildly but carefully. His alert state allowed him to catch onto an attack that was supposed to be sudden.

He knew that they knew what he was from the way he was dressed. His people don't dress like the humans do. They wear light and revealing clothes (except for the additional fur to help keep their body heat during winter) that make it easier to move around and announce their intent and presence to each other through scent.

Swerving around, his body once more took on that defensive stance. He dodged and kicked and punched and clawed as the hunters' attacks kept coming. Though he foresaw almost every move they would make, he could not dodge them all so he suffered deep wounds from the weapons that they possessed.

What he did not foresee was the needle coming from his blind-spot. As soon as whatever liquid was in the needle was injected into his system, he started feeling odd. Taking the small opportunity that was presented to him by his attackers, he dashed into a random direction.

He swam in and out of consciousness while in search of somewhere safe to hide. He stumbled upon somewhere he couldn't see but he felt it was safe enough and lost consciousness.

He faintly remembered his nose being bombarded by an alluringly fresh rosey fragrance  mixed into the natural scent of falling rain and wet dirt as he was hauled onto what felt like a thin, boney back and wisked away from the now blood and rain soaked concreted area he had chosen to rest his torn up body.

Strangely enough, his mind did not go into alarm when he sensed he was being taken away from a spot he had deemed safe. Neither had he found the boney surface unpleasant to rest upon.

Rather, he felt quite safe with the scent that sorounded him and quite comfortable with the new space with which he was provided to support his aching body.

In his mind, he hummed along with the hauntingly familiar and beautiful tune that was being hummed. Even drowned out by the rain, he could still hear it's clearly and almost carefully hummed notes, as if it took a lot to get the lyrics out. It eased his numb mind and aching body and lulled him to sleep.