To Love A King

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anyways uploading super laaate bc i was on a school trip! again kind of short bc i just really want to get a chapter out to you guys for making you wait so long! most likely will be a way longer chapter tomorrow!

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"No." I say again.

"Change." A command. One he has been saying for the past 10 minutes. 

I tilt my head to the side as if pretending to think about it. Taking my time, nodding my head to my own nonexistent thoughts and tapping my chin. 

"No."

He stalks over to me, all the grace of a predator. Of a wolf. 

"Change you stubborn fox. You are wearing rags, you are shivering right as I speak."

"These so-called rags, are the only things I have left." It was the full truth, for once. These were the only things left I had. From my village, my dying, vacant-eyed, village. I was not going to let the wolf king strip me of that too. My voice came out harsh and angry. I hope the small amount of fear I was feeling didn't leak through as well. 

To argue with a man who could kill you within seconds with no way to defend yourself is a scary thing. But I will not let my terror of cruel man make me submissive. 

I am an angry, tired, cunning girl, and I will die like one. If the wolf king is my end, I will not go shaking in my boots.

My very warm boots that this stupid brat of a wolf king gave me.

He was completely still. Staring at me, unblinking, as if thinking about my words. 

"Have it your way little fox." His voice was so gentle. My toes curled. I felt myself wanting to be right next to him. I wanted to be closer.

The second after I had those thoughts, he was right in front of me. His eye's brown and harsh as he stared down at me. 

His hand was gentle as he caressed my face. I felt the disgusting traitorous feeling to nuzzle my face into it. Like I was a dog.

I hold myself back from acting on my thoughts. Instead, I stand completely still and let the moment of warmth and safety engulf me for just a second.

My emotions are frustrating. I should not feel safe with this blasted wolf king. Him and his people have done nothing but abuse us, keep us locked away in our villages, with violent soldiers at every turn. 

His fingers cross over my lips and I stiffen. Either he doesn't notice or doesn't care. Neither would be surprising. 

Finally coming to my senses, I jerk away from him. He growls and it vibrates through me. He is quick to pull me back to him.

"Stop trying to escape me fox, you are mine, mine to touch and hold and care for, mine." I'm frozen on the spot. The voice is not his, it's what I've come to assume is his wolf. I stay still,  I let him touch me, I don't care about what he said earlier, he will hurt me eventually. Even if his hands are gentle and sickeningly lovely. 

One of his hands skims down my arm, while the other holds me in place. Keeping me close. While he does this, his now darkened eyes never leave mine, they hold me captive just as much as his arm does.

I feel incredibly weak. A feeling of self-hatred curls itself around me. I can't even imagine what my mother would think of me right now. In the arms of the man who killed her.

He stops his touches, noticing the change, his eyes narrow slightly, his wolf still in control. 

"Let go of me," I say. My voice sounds frail even to my own ears.

I'm being pulled in too many directions. The forest calls me to me, so does the wolf, but my mother's ugly cries of pain tear me apart and the years of abuse from the wolf guards scream to me to get out of his arms.

And as always, experience is better trusted than some strange feelings I have. 

I struggle again, I need to get out of his arms, the strange sense of safety I felt from him are long gone. My mother's screams and the scars on my back that still ache bring me back down to reality.

And reality is telling me that nothing involving wolves will ever end well for me.

But he doesn't let me go, instead, he lightly massages me aching back as if sensing I'm in pain. The scars always hurt, they never got proper attention and to this day I'm paying the price.

I have to hold back a moan of pleasure, his soft yet firm hands providing a temporary relief from a pain I've come to live with.

"I'll ask about that later little fox, but it is time to eat." His voice is still not exactly his, it almost sounds as if two people are talking at once. I have to bite my tongue at his words.

Good, I hope he asks, I can't wait to tell him that I'm forever scarred because of him, that his monsters did this to me. 

But deep down, I doubt he'll care anyways.

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