As soon as I'm pushed inside the room the guards leave and stand outside.
"Arghhh! You can't keep me in here," I yell banging against the mahogany doors.
"I can't believe I'm being held against my will," I mutter dejectedly and let my hands drop.
I pace the room in an effort to calm myself. "Alright Kai, don't panic! Just think of a way to escape," I calmly reiterate and take several deep breaths.
I continue to pace around the room muttering a few possibilities but they all seem futile. My thoughts wander to many different alternatives of escape, so consumed in each different scenario that I don't notice the small frame standing next to me.
"Princess, I brought your dinner," a soft voice whispers.
"Oh, geez." I jump back startlingly and hold my hand towards my chest. I turn around and take in Diana's small figure silently holding a tray of food.
"You scared me," I yell. Her expression quickly becomes remorseful, her smile faltering. "How did you get in here?" I question in a softer tone, feeling bad for raising my voice at her but still not making an attempt to take the tray from her outstretched arms.
"Through the door princess, you really didn't hear me?" she asks, crinkling her eyebrows in confusion and motioning to put the tray on the vanity table.
I follow her form as she sets the tray down and turn to avert her curious gaze.
"No offense Diana but I've had a long day and I would really like to be alone right now." I turn and make my way towards the king sized bed.
Diana nods and goes over to the closet. She hands me a silk nightgown and bows her head. However, before leaving whispers, "the prince commands that you eat, seeing as you didn't finish your dinner earlier."
I nod my head and watch her leave but decide not to follow the prince's orders. "I'll eat whenever I want to," I puff out in irritation and drop the nightgown on the floor for some added affect. I throw myself onto the lavish bed and try to forget about the stupid prince.
The next morning I wake up feeling odd. It feels like someone's watching me. I turn to find Levi leaning against the wall, watching me with a hard stare.
"Seems you have a problem following orders." He pushes against the wall, moving to circle the bed, like a predator circling his prey.
"Good morning to you too," I mutter tiredly and wipe the grogginess from my eyes.
I'm exhausted; I barely got any sleep last night. I can't stop thinking about mom. Something about our bond doesn't feel right. I can barely feel her wolf anymore.
"Your dinner was left untouched last night," he states somberly and crosses his hands against his chest.
I let out a long sigh and motion to get out of bed, but find myself feeling dizzy within my first couple of steps. My knees quickly buckle in response, causing Levi to be in front of me in a blur and hold me upright. I can see the worry clearly etched in his eyes as he stands unbearably close, studying the deep circles under my eyes. The minute he run his hands under them I feel sparks race through my body, already feeling somewhat better.
"Are you hurt?" he questions, concern lacing his tone. He assesses me from head to toe, carefully searching for any injuries.
Albeit my body still feels sore from my previous confrontation with the rogues, my wounds are healed. But that's only thanks to Levi's presence. His being there somehow gave my wolf the strength to break through my barriers. Again, weird.
Remembering this I move away from his hold.
"I'm fine, just a little tired. It's been awhile since I've been allowed to sleep through the night. I guess I'm just not used to it," I mutter nervously. I avert my gaze from his, hoping that my lie seems more plausible that way.
In my case, the truth is dangerous. The less he knows about me, the better.
"What do you mean sleep through the night?" he asks, running his hands under the dark circles of my eyes.
I grab his hands to push them away but pause when feeling them against mine. Weird. It's like my hands were molded to perfectly fit his. Shaking my head from my trance, I open my mouth, "Umm," I answer blinking rapidly, still dazed at feeling the after affects of the shocks running through my body. "It was mostly my job to be aware of any rogues throughout the night," I reply without thinking, instantly regretting my words.
Why did I just tell him that. And why was it so easy?
My words cause his anger to increase. His eyes slowly change into his wolf's, swirling until they've turned completely black. I quickly place my
hands in his once more, rubbing soothingly over it. I don't know why I did it, but it feels like I should; like a reflex. I can't explain it.
He quickly calms under my touch. I watch his stiff posture visibly loosen. He reciprocates my soothing gesture, rubbing his hand against mine, causing me to widen my eyes and shyly pull away. God, what am I doing? I can't...like him. We're so different...
He frowns at my reaction and returns his questioning gaze to my stiff figure.
"Seeing as you're in this state," he says, slowly running his eyes over my body and frowning at the bones protruding out, as if for the first time noticing the extent of my malnourishment. "You won't be attending classes today. However, there will be no excuses for tomorrow. You may eat your breakfast in bed and I expect it to be finished by the time I'm back. Fail to do so and you won't enjoy the outcome."
"Excuse me? Listen, I get you're all mister high and mighty, but you are not my alpha. I can take care of myself," I reply angrily, crossing my arms against my chest.
I am irate. He treats me as if I'm a child that needs taking care of, but newsflash, I've been taking care of myself my whole life. I don't need him. But then why do I feel like my heart's breaking in half when I imagine my life without him?
His eyes assess my small frame as he circles around me slowly, almost seeming threatening.
"You are so thin that your bones are practically sticking out of your body. You look as if you barely get any sleep, and the way you distance yourself from everyone makes me conclude that the only person you've ever trusted is yourself. So don't tell me that you can take care of yourself, because from the looks of it, you can't. And that sorry excuse of parents you lost can rot in hell for all I care if this is any indication of the way they took care of you," he growls angrily.
He walks out of the room, leaving me to feel awful about myself. I let my hands slump down against my sides in utter defeat, wanting to cry about the hard truth, but failing to muster up enough energy to do so. Because honestly, everything he said is true. My whole family is gone; in the end, they all left me.
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What About Now?
Werewolf"How can something so beautiful be so deadly at the same time? Looking down at my hands I can't help but wonder why I was chosen. I'm a monster with a special gift, but I can't control it. The werewolf inside of me, she's powerful, and I don't know...
