To Love A King

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There is a moment in most people's lives when they realize that they will eventually have to leave this world. Where death rears it's ugly head and drags you down into the ground.

I've seen many people die, from sickness, murder, even by their own hand. 

I've contemplated it before. Taking my own life so I can truly be free. Although, obviously, I never did. Maybe it's because I'm a coward, maybe it's because I have unfinished business here, or maybe it's because I just don't want to die yet.

I just can't help but think things would be so much easier if I was dead. No cruel kings, no starved children, no dying dreams or fading ambitions... 

The carriage jolts to a stop.

I think for a second it might be to just let me out for a bit, but the king never gave the order.

 I'm not scared. Is what I tell myself, though I'm not sure I believe it. I'm not scared I think as I try to slow my pounding heartbeat.

The king turns to me the hint of a smile on his lips, "Relax little fox."

I'm going to do it. I'm going to strangle the bastard.

Before I can even move the carriage door opens. I jump back, right onto him.

I try to move away, but his arms shoots out and wraps around my torso. My heart is beating fast for a different reason now.

I can feel his breath on the crook of my neck and his scent, I sound like a mutt but his scent is honestly delicious. Warm and earthy, it's a little late when I realize I took a deep breath of it and I can feel him stiffen.

His hold on me tightens as he brings his head down to my neck. I don't want to look at him. I turn my head away from him as he does this, unconsciously giving him more access.

I low rumble leaves his chest and I hate how much I love it. Almost against my own will, I curve myself into him, wanting to be closer, wanting to be a lot closer.

I hear a cough and my head shoots forward, three people are watching. One is the driver, the others I do not recognize.

I'm pulled directly out of my traitourous thoughts. 

"Let go of me," I hiss under my breath. The first words I've ever spoken to him dripping with venom and a hint of embarrassment. 

I look up in time just to see his eyes flash black and then back to their smooth brown. 

He takes his time moving his arms, moving agonizingly slow. 

As soon as his arms are off I stand up, the need to get out of this place suffocates me. I need some air.

His hand is at the small of my back, pushing gently. That's all the encouragement I need as I jump out of the carriage, landing with a loud thump, but on my feet, saving me from further embarrassment, thank the god's.

I don't like how I can't feel the ground beneath me. The shoes are a barrier. 

Without much thought, I bend down and pull off the boots. I let out a small sigh of happiness as my feet touch the dirt. Finally, something that resembles normalcy. 

Behind me the king steps out, all three of them bow their heads slightly. A sign of submission and respect. 

I can't help but hope that that will never be me, that he won't force me to submit. I don't know if I could live with myself if he did. 

His eyes dart to the abandoned shoes and then to my scarred up feet. His face gives away nothing but I can feel the tension in the air.

It is my turn to smile.

He turns away from me and nods to the coachmen. He gives one last low bow before swiftly picking up the discarded shoes and walking away back to the carriage.

I'm left with three wolves.

I quickly scan over the two others, one is a man, tall, not as tall as the king but tall enough to be a threat. Muscle over muscle, brown hair, bemused eyes. 

My eyes dart over to the girl standing next to him, wavy black hair, toffee skin, deep brown eyes. One of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Under that beauty, I can see a sharpness, a huntress. I automatically am drawn to her. She gives me a small reassuring smile, and for a second I feel the urge to smile back.

After all, girls are a girl's greatest ally. 

But I don't, I do not know her and I can not trust her. Yet.

The king gestures to the man, "This is my beta, Aaron." 

Aaron bow's towards me, the same respect he showed the king. I do not understand. Now is not the time for questions, though. Now is the time to observe.

As the beta straightens himself up, the king move's over the girl, "This is my gamma, Natia."

She also bow's towards me, "It is a great honor to meet you, my queen." 

Both the beta and the king shift. There is hell in the beta's eyes but the gamma holds his gaze, not exactly a challenge, but she obviously was not suppose to say what she said. The king's eyes are cold.

I tense at the word queen. Did she misspeak? If she did, she does not move to correct the mistake. 

I do not process what she said. I do not want to. She can not possibly mean what I think she means. Maybe this isn't real, maybe none of this is actually happening and I'm just in a nightmarish land.

I'm am not this wolf king's queen. 

"I was not going to keep it from her," Natia's voice is strong, unwavering. A true warrior. 

Aaron turns to her, tense like the king, tense like me. "Natia stop."

And she does. She turns away from the king, looking me dead in the eye. "Wolves are loyal, my queen, please know you can always come to me and know that I will serve you until my dying breath."

With that, she walks away from us into the castle, the beta right on her tail.

Looking at the king, I hope with my whole heart that he'll dispute what his gamma said. Hoping that the gods will grant me this one last thing.

He does not. His jaw clenches and unclenches but he does not deny. 

I back away from him slowly, looking for a way out of this situation, the air burns my throat, the sky is dark. 

"Do not run from me," his voice is harsh and gravelly. It does not sound like him. As I suspected, his eyes are black.

Will he hurt me? It seems likely enough. Wolves aren't exactly known for their peaceful resolves. 

"I would never hurt you," his voice still so inhuman like. I do not believe him. 

As if reading my thoughts his eyes meet mine. Ever so slowly, they return back to brown. My body practically sags in relief. 

Animals are so unpredictable.

"I'm not your queen," I state loudly. My voice as strong as I can make it.

His eyes narrow, "You can lie to yourself little fox, but do not lie to me." 

I want to scream.

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bitch u thought there was gonna be girl hate !! to bad i'm a full supporter of girl friendships !! ur not gonna have that weird girl hate you always see in werewolf novels with me!

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