The Prince and The Rogue

27: Safe and Sound

|Prince Theo|

We need to get out of here, we need to leave. These thoughts control me and before I know it we are before my bedroom door, Samantha still in her wolf form. I shut the door behind us, locking it and turning on the lights. I rummage through the drawers looking for something, anything to cover my mate before we leave this hell. She settles on my bed and watches me curiously. her head tilted to the side as she eyes the clothes piling next to me.

"I am so sorry, Sam. This was not what I thought would happen tonight. I thought it was to be a little banquet, not to force your wolf out. My father is insane," I explain.

I was so mad, I couldn't see straight and my blood was boiling. The nerve. The fucking nerve.

"Why don't you go shower while I look for clothes? Maybe Rose will lend you some."

She shifts and I turn around taking her in, all the bruises blooming where she took hits and cuts now bleeding. I sigh, "you might need a healer, those look bad."

She looks down at them and sighs too. "Fuck."

I simply grab a t-shirt to cover her and join her on my bed. "This is not your fault," she tells. "You did not know, we didn't know. He trapped us. Your father is a King and he plays this game well."

I hated myself, I knew something was off. "I should've expected this. I should've said no, now look at you. Humiliated in front of the court for the entertainment of my father and his council? I won't allow this to slide."

She shakes her head and takes my hand into hers. "Let's just get me healed, cleaned up, and go home. I do not want to be here a second longer than I have to be. This whole experience has been discouraging."

I could not agree more. She has never seen werewolf court and this was only a taste of it, if she didn't like this, she wouldn't like what else it had to offer. It was not kind and truly was the worst. From how I see how they treat Rose, I do not like it. When I am King I am picking younger Alpha's to be on it, besides the Alpha and Luna of the Death pack. They might be a pair and hundreds of years old, but they are level headed and represent life and death. It is an honor to have the future Goddess and her husband apart of the council, sure, but I will keep them for their wisdom. The werewolf population almost saw extinction and they had a hand in saving it.

I know Luna Adrianna would not approve of this. I know she was in that crowd and not happy with what she saw. I do not know who would be happy to see this, my mate is not a amusement park attraction. Well, I know the council got a kick out of it. They got what they wanted to embarrass my mate, force her wolf out, and killing a rogue all at once. Also, point out how she is out of place taking on this role, being a rogue herself.

Eventually I calmed down and she got in the shower, I went and looked for a healer and my sister. She was more than happy with lending her clothes, not caring if they ever got returned. The healer met me at my bedroom and waited for her to get out and dressed.

He cringed looking at the injuries. "Looks like they got a few good hits in you," he exclaims examining the cuts.

Samantha jumps when he pokes and prods at them, a few growls coming out. His hands examining her neck I could tell made her anxious.

"I am going to heal your neck, I need you to remain very still. It may hurt or you may feel a weird sensation," he explains.

I come to her side and she holds my hand, tightly. And so the healing began, a bright soothing light took over his hands and leaked into her wounds. The skin literally knitting back together and becoming whole again. Sure there would minimal scaring, but at least she was healed. The scar would remain with her and represent her strength and survival of tonight. It will tell her story.

It also told a story of how I will confront my father about the matter, but not today. My main concern was getting home. Somewhere safe. To heal and get past this traumatic event.

When the healer finished he bowed and left. Barely even giving us enough time to express our gratitude.

"Odd," I wonder aloud.

"I don't have time to overthink. Let's just get out of this hell," Samantha exclaims and gets to her feet.

Surely I know this won't be a safe ride back to the mansion either. Now that a rogue is killed more might be on the hunt. Yes, rogues usually don't band together like this, but since Desmond's death we have seen record numbers. Record numbers of them forming a somewhat pack like culture. Which is very interesting, they could've just stayed put in their original packs or transferred. I'll never understand their thought process.

I'll most likely be asking for our personal guard to be expanded when we return home, depending on the situation. It all depends on what the situation is when we return to the mansion. How the pack is reacting and what not.

The ride home was silent and tense. Not knowing what awaited us at home put me on the edge. As for Samantha I could tell she was still reeling from tonight's events. Trying to calm her racing heart and rushing adrenaline. The next few days I know would be a test for our relationship once more. Thanks Dad.

Indeed I was not wrong, the front gates were swarmed with reporters and on lookers hoping to catch a glimpse of us. When the car pulled around, many guards shoved people out of the way so they did not follow the car as the gates shut. Even though we were protected inside the gates the guards still escorted us into the mansion. 

"This is going to be a long night," I voice.

"Yeah," she agrees and looks behind us at the crowd.

The doors shut and we are finally alone.

"I'd feel better if you were closer tonight and slept in my room. Just in case some gets any ideas. We won't do anything, just sleep. I am worried about rogues and rational pack members."

She nods.

And so we head up to my bedroom. Tonight there will be no sleep, it will be a long stressful night. Hopefully I am wrong about that and it is peaceful, but I can longer trust anyone, not even my own family.