Verboten Lust

Chapter Six - Gabriel

"His human properties are more dominant. His wolf has pulled away therefore I must use human remedies to heal the Prince." A shiver runs through my body when a bitter wet rag touches my stomach. My wolf bares his wanting to get rid of the smell of Sweet Pea from us. With my human smell I did not realize she was near by. My naked body exposed for her eyes to wonder.

"I am placing a Snapdragon petal to his wounds. They are going to mend his wound with time. The young prince taught me, a lot about flowers. In all of my research he knows more about each flower than any research I have encountered." I could feel her eyes glued to my bare stomach and chest. Her needy hands wanting to roam a body that is already claimed by another.

"Why is he breathing so heavily?" A delicate voice whispers touching my forehead. My wolf growls loud, rumbling through my chest. The vibrations cause Madeline to jump away from my body. My eyes remain shut, refusing to see her's.

"He must be waking up. Young Prince, can you hear me?" He snaps his fingers close by my ears. My fist balls up as I hear Madeline footsteps come closer to my body. She flaunts her scent around as if she has no male. The disrespect she has, without even meeting her male, is an act of treason. Her shoes tap against the floor with urgency.

"Get her out of here," my wolf anger comes out. My body spring up with me crouch on the balls of me feet. My hands lay flat on the ground, my body in a crouching position. My eyes stare at her frighten ones. My wolf is happy she is afraid of us. She must die for her treachery, her likeness towards us. No female must get to comfortable around a male who is already claimed. It is the golden rule, for King Henry has instilled the law into the minds of our women.

"Get out. His wolf sees you as a threat." The physician palms meet up in a surrender form over his head. But my wolf is not after him, he is not a threat. The woman is. The woman who refuses to acknowledge the way of our people.

"Why? I am of human blood." She cries running to a corner of the room. Her head tucks into her frail arms. Her straight hair is indifferent of our mate's who has curly. She must mocks our mate. She mocks her future Queen. Her body does not stop shaking, just how she should be. Scared. Fearful. Petrified.

"Male wolves are very territorial, even with humans, when they have met their mate." My wolf snarls at the mention of the physician mentioning our innocent female.

"His mate?" I stock closer to her, creeping, waiting for the perfect time to attack. Fur sprouts from my wrist and ankles. My wolf wants to teach this peasant about not touching what is not hers. "I thought he did not have a mate." My body shakes, my wolf wanting to come to the open but I refrain from turning. His growls in my head, mine are out loud as we both battle for dominance. Fur shoots from my chest where a wound once sat. I fall over onto my knees as I suppress the wolf.

"Get out," I cry, begging her to run out. Her legs do not waste anytime and she runs out with tears falling down. Her fallen tears leaves a more potent smell of her scent throughout the room. I run to the window and break the glass with my hand. My head sticks out of the window as the air filters out the smell of Sweet Pea. The moon ridicules me because of my lack of control on the beast within. My wolf snarls once more then locks himself back in my mind. I groan as my body hits the hard floor. He smirks, satisfied.

"Young prince." He rush to my broken body. His hands grab my sweaty arms, lifting me up. "You have found your mate?" The physician, Richard, wraps his arm around my waist supporting my weight.

"Please do not speak of her and do not tell the King of the news."

"As you wish Young Prince." My back hits my bed sheets and I groan in pleasure. "Would you like for me to open all the windows?" My wolf chants in my head, increasing the pressure. I roll my body, and bang my head against the head of my bed. I feel like a young pup transforming for the first time. Young pups can not control their wolves during their first couple of shifts therefore their mood swings and headaches increase. The wolf wanting to roam freely and not tamed.

"Yes, yes open the window," I rush out, closing my eyes. "Please bring a man-servant to prepare me for bed and a bath."

"Actually Young Prince, I am to notify the King as soon as you awoke." Silence takes place in the room. Richard hard breathing is the only sound that takes. His heart beating along with my mine. The cool air cooling my body from the heat my wolf has created. "When The King took you out this morning and he was angry about the news of you fainting."

"Go get the King."

He bows down, leaving me to the silence that will never leave me. The silence that demands me to face the beast and his bloody requests. He does not want to kill the King, he is our father, he wants to teach him a lesson in submission. My wolf wants the King to know who the real Alpha male is. The King's wolf is deranged and is too old to be Alpha King. It is not of his destiny anymore.

When I claim my mate we will be the Alpha King and Queen of two countries, making us the most powerful in all of history. King and Queen of France and Italy. Two countries combined, it is unheard of. My wolf purrs with delight at our mate standing by us, protecting the wolves, as well as humans.

My mother would be happy to see me fighting alongside my mate on the throne. That has always been her dream for me to be truly happy. My hands ache to wrap them around a brush and smell the bitter-sweet scent of the paints mingling with one another. Painting the image of my perfect Princess. My wolf growls at Princess, knowing she is much greater than a Princess. My Queen. My wolf huffs, ignorant human. I pull my hair with my fur spiking for my wrists, wanting to feel a pressure other than the wolf begging to come out. My wolf needs to see his mate and roll in her sweet essence.

Paint her. My wolf breathes wrapping the two words around my brain. Paint her. Paint her. I grab a shirt from my dress box and run towards the door. I throw open the door not worrying about closing it. As lady-servant bows down, I growl and clear my throat. Damn wolf. I mumble a quick apology, walk quickly away from my door.

"Gabriel. Where are you heading to?" The King's voice vociferates throughout the hallway causing my body to freeze. My hand shakes and my wolf runs in my head, needing to see our mate, even if it is a fabricated version of her. I turn over my shoulder and the King stands with two guards behind him.

"Going outside for fresh air... my King." I lie, hiding my shaking hand behind my back. My wolf growls get more vicious, the pounding.

"We have business to attend to. You have be invited to a mating ball." My wolf ears perk at the sound of mating. His growls become low, a warning.

"You mean I have a mate?" I did not believe I had a mate until my Queen came to me at the forest. The King has always told me she did not exist because I did not deserve one. I know the truth now, the King has always lied to me.

"No, do not become hopeful. You do not have a mate. Mates are for those who listen to their King which you do not!" He grabs my chin forcing me to make eye contact with him. His eyes bare a warning to never cross him.

"You let the witches' boy die! You let the Edmund's eldest get away when you had the perfect opportunity to kill, forcing my hand to throw the white flag! Do you know how weak I looked? No, you only care for yourself. Therefore you do not deserve a female to bend at your very will. The moon has not provided you with a female! I will not allow it."

He forces my shoulders down making me bend before him. His smirk grows along with his malicious wolf, wanting to tear through mine. My eyes never leaves his, the pressure in my head returns. "When we arrive you will not acknowledge any female there, comprenez-vous?" I have not heard any of my native language since my mother passed. Tears fall down my cheek, I am ashamed. "Faible bâtard."

He harshly jerks his hand from my face, leaving my head to fall down to the ground. My wolf is growling, wanting to come out. My face becomes warm with tears that paint the floor. "Do you hear me boy?" His black leather shoes tap in front of me. "Quit shaking boy and answer my question!"

"Y-yes Al-Alpha, I understand." My words hardly come out with my wolf holding on to my words. The pressure in my head tracked down to my throat. Sweat beads down my forehead mixing in with the tears that trickle in my mouth. Wolf, we are going to see our female.

"Be ready at first light."

Vocabulary
Comprenez-vous = Do you understand?
Faible bâtard = Bastard son