The rogue king and the alpha (malexmale)

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heeyy, I'm back even though it is final exams in a few weeks so I am crazy ugh

Oh and btw, if you hadn't noticed already, this story isn't in modern times, nor the human world. :3 enjoy!

I'm having so many nightmares right now. Every time I close my eyes I see things, horrible things. All of my worst fears. The rogues all eradicated and murdered. With their throats torn out.

Why am I dreaming of things like that. I'd never turn against the rogues..would I?

Normally I'd go take a midnight walk, but I can't. Because one, it's not midnight, it in the middle of the fucking day. And two, I can't walk.

I can't lie down for this long, it's killing me. 

Luckily my wolf doesn't seem to be demanding to be let out, meaning I'm not turning blue again, which is a relief. 

But I'm still in allot of pain. I know it's my wolf punishing me, but I can't do what it says, all it thinks about is its instincts, wanting to do whatever my mate wants.

Which actually horrified me when I put everything together. My wolf wants me to obey someone else, it's never done that before. 

It wants me to be submissive. How dare it. 

I won't listen. I've never listened to it before and I'm not about to start listening now. 

I jumped and opened my eyes as a cold hand touched my forehead, and looked up to see Aspen's concerned face looking down at me.

I sighed but was too tired to hit him or anything, just laid there and stared at the wall. 

He seemed disappointed that I was awake and bit his lip as he looked away. What does he want?

I closed my eyes from fatigue and it was silent for a few moments before I felt Aspen's arms reach underneath me.

I frowned as he picked me up, but then my thoughts got lost in the dizziness from the pain in my leg being moved.

"Ssshh, sorry" I heard him say and realised I had been crying out from pain, I winced as I breathed heavily and was covered in feverish sweat.

I'd be dead right now if I was still with the rogues, and if I hadn't died from the injury one of them would've put me out of my misery at least, but that doesn't seem to be the pack wolf way.

I frowned as I felt Aspen walking then the cold of the stone floor as he placed me on it.

I opened my eyes for a few moments, but my pounding headache made even the light from the window be too much for me, and I kept them tightly closed with a pain filled wince.

Aspen took the light cloth shirt off of me before placing his hand on my burning chest for a few minutes. His hand clenched before he cursed, and picked me up all over again.

I didn't know where he was going, but didn't really care.

Breathing became harder as he walked into a room where the air seemed almost...thicker...and the temperature was unbearably hotter, which was not what I needed.

I jumped when he stepped downwards and I was enveloped in a hot liquid, which wasn't anything I'd ever experience before.

I choked back my cries as the liquid surrounded my wound and opened my eyes to realise it was hot water. How is there hot water...and in a room?

The room was surrounded with white walls, with fancy columns and this giant body of water in the centre, I had no idea how the water was hot, but it reminded me of stories I'd heard of hot springs, which were lakes that somehow had boiling water in, thought to be blessed healing water that every rogue sarched for but never found.

"Fuck" I looked over to Aspen when he cursed, and followed his gaze to my leg, which no longer had trousers covering it nor the black cloth, and was showing the red and swollen wound that lay underneath.

I didn't care about the fact I was naked, what I did care about though was the fact that if Aspen let me go I'd probably drown in the waist deep hot water. And I hated how weak I was, there's no excuse for this, it's against what I believe, I should be dead.

I would wish for him to let me go, but I don't want it to be Aspen that has the power to kill me.

My breathing evened as the pain from the water subsided, and I lay staring ahead as Aspen held me close to his chest.

"Ziathe" Aspen tried to get my attention but I didn't respond, and he just sighed before stepping backwards and sitting on the steps in the water.

"Ziathe hold your breath" Aspen said before putting his hand over my nose and mouth.

Wait what?!

He dunked my head underwater and I gasped when he let me back up, gripping his shoulder and glaring at my arm shaking from the strain of that simple task.

"I'm sorry about that" he said and smiled when I glared at him before running his hands through my now wet hair.

I would have complained further, if it wasn't for the sweet relief of the water remaining on my hot skin, and leaving a cooling sensation.

It also left me more awake, and I looked around as Aspen sat holding me on the steps.

I gave a few moments to think about and be uncomfortable over the fact that I was lying naked in someone's arms, but then proceeded to sigh and rest my head against his chest.

I really don't have the energy to care about anything right now.

I'm pretty sure several moments went by before Aspen moved again, probably hoping I was asleep as he lightly brushed his hand down my cheek. He then started rubbing my skin under the water, seemingly trying to clean the dried sweat and blood from other cuts that wouldn't heal off. I then frowned and moved my head trying to get him to stop when he started touching more sensitive areas, but he just gripped my shoulder tighter making me open my eyes and give him a look.

He looked down at me with a worried expression, maybe slightly guilty before standing up and stepping out of the water.

He placed me down on the floor before getting a bottle of something out of his pocket and sighing deeply.

"I'm sorry Ziathe" he said as he held my chest down before pouring the liquid onto my wounded thigh.

He covered my mouth when I started screaming in agony, as the liquid felt like it was acid burning through my flesh.

He then used his knee to hold me down instead as he touched the wound, putting pressure on it and adding more of the burning liquid.

I kicked around with my other leg and tried to shove him off but soon had to lie still from fatigue.

A tear fell down from my eyes when I closed them, and Aspen wiped it away with his thumb once he'd removed his hand from my mouth.

"I'm sorry" he repeated before picking me up again, and my head drooped backwards as I lost consciousness.

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Oh no poor Ziathe D: Hopefully that bathe and ointment will do him good, and he'll feel better soon!!

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