Verboten Lust

Chapter Four - Gabriel

Seven cold, moonless nights has passed since I last saw Princess Victoria. The clinks of my chains wrapped around my ankles tethered to unbreakable silver, kept my company. My stomach roars in pain with no fresh food to eat and my wolf silently loathes me in my mind. Lilacs is the only thought that can help me escape this dreadful holding cell. Her bright crescent pendant is such a magnificent sight on her chest, built an aura of light around her. My Princess. My Princess that I ran from, who will now have doubt in her mind about my allegiance to her.

I lay my head on a gelid stone wall, releasing the pressure that my wolf creates, wanting to come out, to attack and protect his human form from the King. The iron bars are the only thing standing in my way of freedom; so close yet I can not wrap my hands around them. My tips graze over the iron, teasing me. I can hear the King's laughter as he sees my struggles. I resent my mother for leaving me with such an evil man; how could she have loved him at some point? My mother was too pure for the King.

The wind outside sings a song as I close my eyes and try to pick the different flowers I sense. My wolf growls out in exasperate huff not allowing me to use my heighten senses. I yank at the chains causing the silver chain to burn my hands. "Damn!" I smash my hands on the concrete breaking my knuckles in the process. Extricating pain strikes through my body as I stifle a groan and bite my lower lip. My wolf shakes his head in disapproval withdrawing the power to heal. The warmest drop falls down my cheek and I relinquish the warmth of the tear.

Famished, dirty and isolated. All because I would not kill the one person who is destined for me. Destiny is a little word with such significance. I can not die in this prison after I just discovered my mate, that is not my destiny. Surely the King would not kill his only heir, right?

A distant tapping gets louder. I align my back against the rusty wall, wiping the tear drop from my cheek. My wolf growls as he loosens his hold on my senses. I lay my head back hearing the keys jiggling on a belt loop and the laughters by the front entrance of the prison ward. I take a deep breath breathing in the scents that smell tainted, unclean since I have smelled the sweetest scent of all. Nothing compares to the delectable aroma my Princess mate possess'. I get lost in my ability to smell the scents again.

"Son, have you come to see reason?" The King drags the key across the bar, heckling with his famous snickering smile. His full stomach pokes out from his shirt, taunting me as mine gnaw with hunger. Clean bathed body where I have not bathed in seven days; smell of urine drips from me. His unsoiled clothing, mine are in tatters from me clawing at my stomach to feel a pain other than hunger.

"My King, I repent for my ways. I apologize." My wolf grows threatening to take away the senses from his weak human again.

"No!" He smashes his hands on the iron, denting the bars. "Do you honestly believe you can repent and I will forgive you?" His eyes change to ebony, his wolf begging to come out and teach me a lesson.

"No, Gabriel," his voice deepens with a laced threat.

My wolf breaks my wrist as I force him down, my body growing tired. My claws pierce out my human nails with my fur popping out my hands. I grab the silver chain, the burning sensation forces my wolf down more than I ever could. The feeling forces its way in, leaving me defenseless.

The King starts chuckling, the sound bounces in the prison, becoming louder. "No Gabriel, I hope you do not. You are to stay down here for another seven nights."

He places the key on the floor under the lock. The perfect torture; only my eyes can touch. The burn marks on my hand, imprints the chain, broadcasting the moment my wolf turned his tail on me. I press my hand on the cold wall relieving the burn. My body locks as I think of my powerful mate with a body of a goddess. The burning sensation vibrates from my shackled hands to my bare feet with fur popping out of them.

Her breasts drooped like perfect raindrops with petal buds that rose with her desire. The silky voice the wind carried, even humans could hear if she were to whisper. I wanted to mark her on her sensitive neck. She probably did not even know she had her neck slightly angled waiting to be tamed, taken, by her mate. Her delicate finger danced on my fur, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my wolf body. He loved the passion, I loved the thrill. The messiest curls wrapped around her head, the vision what I want to wake up to every sunrise. My Princess. My Princess.

When her eyes stared into mine, I almost claimed her as mine. Her voice tighten in my human chest, my wolf hated that she has power over us. He demanded I let him show her who is Alpha but I could not let him. Darkness takes over my sight, leaving me to dreams of my mate.

My wolf growls, waking me up from my dark abyss. "Ay." A foot kicks my fur covered ankle, he is careful not to touch the silver. My eyes never leave the silver chaining me down. The guard cleanliness sickens me, even in my dull human form. Fingers curl and canines barring. "Prince Gabriel, I have come to give you the price  of moldy bread." My eyes meet his fear filled eyes. I lick my teeth poking at my tongue.

"I am truly sorry. I begged but you know the King is not easily persuaded. I will place this bread by your feet, I would not suggest you to eat it." I inhale the scent which does not smell of daisies but fear. I absorb the filthiness. He sets down the bread, backs away with his chest never facing me.

My wolf toys with the poor guard, growling. His eyes enlarge with an increase fear. The keys dangle from his hand in an instant as he fumbles with them locking me in the cage. My eyes lock in with the moldy bread, my wolf refusing to give me energy to pick it up.

Drained. "When a flower does not receive proper sunlight it etiolates my son. When a time has struck when you believe you are etiolating think about your sunlight, your mate."

Mother, I am etiolating. My father punished me for not killing an innocent, for not killing my sunshine, "my mate." I whisper dropping my head, shameful. For that Mother, I will always hate my father, my King.

"Get up," a foot kicks my leg waking me up from my sleep. My body feel raw and my wolf is silent. I grab my head in my hands, pushing away the pain forming. My stomach roars out, wanting to be filled. The moldy bread sits at my feet, waiting for it to be ravished. I reach for the bread until it is a fingertip away. A hand slaps mine from touching it like reprimanding an adolescent pup.

"Get up! We have business to attend too." The King hands a guard the key, that has been taunting me, and unlocks my shackles. The heavy weight falls from my ankles in relief. 

"Has seven nights passed?" I scramble to my feet but fall at the mercy of my King. At bended knee the King smiles at me, loving the look of me bending down to his feet. My wolf is silent, feud up, with my easy submission. His body hovers over mine with dominance seeping from his wolf.

"Guards carry your prince to his chambers so he can have take a proper bath and meal." The King walks away from the prison as two guards pick up my body. One carries my legs, the other carries my shoulders above their head. They walk away from the cell and a mirthful chuckle escapes my mouth, when the moldy bread leaves my eye-sight. I rest my head back and close my eyes. A crowd full of gasps takes place as my body is being marched to my bedroom. I lift my head up and the servants are bowing down, giving their respects.

The guards place me down on me on the divan and my body relaxes onto the cool cushion. A gasp leaves my mouth when Madeline swaddles me with soft linen. She props a pillow under my head with mournful eyes. I flash a smile, my head drifts with my eyes following her body. They grow heavy and I can no longer see.

"Sleep my poor King. I will bring you relief." Faint lips touch my forehead and my, once silent, wolf growls. The smolder kiss leaves my callous wolf cautious of the servant. Light footsteps followed by a door closing provides me with silence.