The wolves descend

Chapter nine

It wasn't long before we were back in the castle, still slung over the shoulder of the wolf king, I presumed he was going to throw me in the dungeons and torture me until I agree never to leave again. But unfortunately, his idea was much worse. As he walked through the grand foyer and up the massive stairs with the queen trailing right behind him, I realized we were going back to her chambers. After taking a minute to process where we were going, I once more started to lose control. With new-found strength, I begin to pound my fist into his back while trying to kick his front, I began to contort my body in any position I could to try to escape his iron hold but to no avail, "LET ME GO IMMEDIATELY!" I scream with a sliver of authority leaking into my tone, I was only met with a stingy sensation on my now probably red ass and a deep menacing growl. "Do not ever challenge me, mate, I am the alpha here." The wolf king commanded with so much power, it was enough to have me shaking.

I had finally given up on attempting to command him, I was much too scared and cowardly. In just a few minutes, we were already in the hallways leading to the queen's chambers. Quickly, the queen opened her door, shutting it behind us as we entered. Surprisingly, the wolf king did not drop me on the floor, but instead ever so gently laid me on the very plush bed. Looking down I could see my spranged foot has now become more swollen with bruising on the puffy skin, I remember when my mother broke her arm at the factory it had looked and most likely felt just like this. Gulping, I know that my foot is most likely broken, meaning if I needed to run from the two prowling wolves, I wouldn't be able to. I would be stuck and there was nothing I could do about it. As I look around the room, I can see the two wolves intently gaze upon my ankle, "I suppose this is punishment enough for your insolence." The king of wolves stated, bending down and lightly poking it. With a hiss, I try to withdraw my foot only to be met with the grim face of my mate, "I shall call for the doctor then." The queen said with worry in her sapphire eyes.

I was confused as to why she would be worried about me, I mean I am mates with her husband, surly she would be at the very least agitated about this. As if the king could read my mind he gave a light chuckle, "She is also my mate, I will admit it is a rare occurrence for a wolf to be blessed with two mates but usually the more powerful you are the more likely it is bound to happen." He stated tenderly as if he were talking to a child, this however only made tears begin to spring from my doe eyes. I never wanted a mate and if wolves really get two mates just from being strong, then I was most definitely screwed. I would have preferred him to lock me up in the dungeons and throw away the damn key. "What's going to happen to me?" I questioned, curious as to what they were going to do to me, would they keep me as a secret or parade me around town like his prized cattle? Do I get to go back to just being a maid if they choose to hide me? I couldn't help but wonder what their protocol would be during such a strange situation like this. "Well, I suppose I shall have the maids move any of your remaining things in here, and then after you've become accustomed to your new way of life and bare my mark we will have a ceremony letting the kingdom know of its second queen." He said, almost nonchalant, while rubbing soothing circles on my hand. And with that, I couldn't hold back my tears any more images of Mia being forcibly marked circles around my head, I didn't want anyone to bite me. "If I would rather not be marked, will you make me?" I questioned between ragged breaths, with one swift motion the king of wolves sat me on his lap cradling me in his arms, "Not for a while, and only if you refuse. But don't worry, my darling, you will be begging for my mark by the time I'm done with you." He cooed lightly peppering my face with kisses, I hated how much I loved his attention. I would rather not be dependent on a wolf I hated them, but I couldn't stop myself from leaning into his embrace and accepting his kisses.

While embracing, the door burst opened revealing a wolf that looked like a healer, and trailing behind him was the queen. Caught off guard by their sudden intrusion, I instinctively tried to distance myself from the king, only to be met with a low growl and a vice-like grip trapping me onto his lap. The healer seemed to be an older man with white hair and a bushy beard, I presumed he had to be at least in his fifty's. Lowering his head to the side in a sign of submission, he asked to see my foot. With a curt nod, the healer lowered himself onto the floor so he could get a better look. Extending my foot out towards him, I could feel my foot throb in intense pain, "does this hurt?" The doctor asked as he rotated my foot, "yes!" I yelped in pain, after several more minutes of examination the healer came to the same conclusion that I had, "Well I'm pretty sure it's broken, so I'll need to cast her." The healer stated looking towards the king of wolves for permission, with another small nod the healer gently rapped my foot with gauze before casting it. After he was finished, he stood up, gathering his things and letting the king know that he would be back in a few weeks to take off my cast.

"I've asked the maids to gather her things and bring them here, but all she had were some maid uniforms, and I'm afraid that just won't do." The queen announced to the king, giving him a knowing look. "Well, I could always go back to being a maid, I really liked that job." I suggested trying to gage their response, "There is no way in hell either of my mates will work." The king stated in annoyance, "I agree, what would the kingdom think if you had her working!" The queen asked appalled at the suggestion, "Well what do you want me to do, I don't even know either y'all's names, it's not like we're close or anything." I try to reason with them to no avail, "You're my mate you will live in this castle, sleep in this room with us, and my name is Ambrose." He growled in my ear, agitation lacing his tone, "My name is Emma." The queen uttered softly.

With a light shudder I looked away with embarrassment, I felt as if they were both ganging up on me. I didn't feel like a fight with two people, let alone wolves. Stifling a yawn, I turn my attention back to Ambrose and Emma, "You're so dirty I shall have the maids draw a bath for you." Emma declared, walking into the hallway where a maid was stationed, "Will you bring her to the bathroom for me dear?" Emma questioned Ambrose, without so much as a word Ambrose rose, still cradling me in his strong arms. Once in the bathroom, Ambrose gently rested me on a stool, grabbing the hem of my dress he tried to undress me, "what are you doing?!" I questioned in shock, "I'm helping you undress." He remarked pulling my dress off me leaving me in my undergarments, appalled I quickly raise my hands to shield myself from prying eyes. As I looked up I could see Ambrose's hungry eyes devouring my slim figure, peering over at Emma hoping she would ask him to stop, I am met with the same intense stare. After being stripped of my undergarments, I swiftly make my way over to the tub, so I can hide from their prying eyes. "You two can leave, I don't need help bathing." I blurted, hoping they would take the hint, but instead they both grabbed some soap and start cleaning my fragile body. While Ambrose cleans my hair, gently massaging the soap into my scalp, Emma slowly washes my body with a soapy rag. Soon thankfully I am clean and dressed in a floor length silk nightgown, with lace trimmings and frills, I have never been in such nice garments before. After dressing, they take me back to their chamber, forcing me to lay between them as they both hold me while drifting into a peaceful slumber.