My King

Chapter 6 - The night the wolf cried.

Chapter 6 - The night the wolf cried.

Marcys Savage

The minutes are ticking by faster than I'd like, and I'm forced to count them, my freedom being taken from my grasp forever. I'm locked inside a large chamber, bigger than any I've ever seen, my mate's scent heavy and lingering on every surface, the bed drenched in the intoxicating scent. It's fucking suffocating.

My sense of freedom is closing in, along with the stone walls trapping me within its cavern. My breaking point within sight. I escaped one prison, only to land in another.

Just a bigger and fancier cage.

My demise was supposed to be my gift, my never-ending freedom from the torments of this world, and it was stolen from me. I had no time to argue or demand what's mine – What's been mine for the last five-hundred years. My choice taken from me in yet another aspect of my life. The peace, I was promised nothing, but a burned memory, and in its stead, a mate was thrown at me. A fucking mate.

The rattling of my chains fills the silence, as I venture around my fancy cage. The enchanted collar is somehow heavier now, and a burden seems to be pressing the limit of my breathing. My breath shallow and forced, my lungs burning and screaming in protest with every inhale of air. The walls cave in around me, and my vision slur for a moment, before I regain composure. The realization of the situation is drawn on me, and I pity my bad luck.

The hollow sound of breathing coming from behind the door, erase my chances of escaping this new nightmare. An ajar door steals my attention, and I slowly inch closer to it, my obnoxious curiosity putting me in a trance like prison. Flicking the light switch reveal the inside of an enormous bathroom, marble coating every surface with its blinding luxury. I can't stop the frown, when I look around, my gaze ending on the largest tub I've ever seen in my many years of life.

My longing for the large shower is heavier than I'd like to admit. I'd do anything to shred these dusty old clothes covering my bones and jump under the warm stream. Such luxury was not exactly a reality in the underground, resulting in a five-hundred years break for such pleasantries. Not very sanitary, if you ask me.

The thought of the germs residing on every surface in the underground, is enough to bring a man to tears. I curse the shackles keeping me prisoned, the blame for my misery is forced upon them. They prevent my freedom, and a clean body.

Nothing ever goes my way – A reality I've had to swallow dry. I never had any help in my years of life, and I'm not planning on ever experiencing help from another person. Disappointment is to follow that line of life. Peace has been a search of mine since I first experienced it as a young boy, but the road to peace was longer and rockier than I anticipated, and it came with a string of demands. Achieving such peace was never within my reach, and a constant nagging from my companion made living an almost impossible achievement.

The noise from the chamber takes me out of my trance, I've been locked within since my gaze landed on the shower. I creep out from my hiding spot and look upon the intruder. The owner of the chamber and my new misery stand in all his glory, gazing at me lovingly like an old fool in love.

I don't like him.

His blue oceans are enchanted, I'm sure of it. Getting lost in them is too damn easy, and I can't let myself succumb to such low show of control. I regain my brain cells, and glare at the man heatedly, a growl stuck in my chest waiting to explode. My teeth gritted together as I stare him down, not showing any sign of weakness. I can't afford that.

A flicker of hurt flashes through his soft features, and I falter in my dislike. The existence of my reluctance is lacking already. His annoyingly handsome face split in a loving smile that compliments the tender shine in his blue orbs. He strides across the room, successfully closing the gap between us, and efficiently invading my private intimate space. An unconscious step backwards let me regain my lacking composure and break our close proximity.