She Was The Queen

Chapter Nine✅

The walls seemed to be getting closer to me as I contemplated the whole scenario. We had been biting each others heads off for a slut. The pack was sloppy at their game and it made me sick. It's time we go back to daily training now because people were getting fatigued. I was disgusted by the way Jacob took his time to get to Yolanda's side, I could've lost my sister. Grace had been scared out of her mind to fight her own battle. Unfortunately she was still part of the pack, we couldn't abandon her. I growled under my breath with frustrated hands running through my hair aggressively. Grace had been the cause of all this, if she wasn't such a whore she wouldn't have been sleeping around with alphas who would want more than just a salacious relationship, Grace really believed that guy wouldn't be attached and the despicable images of him and her together were planted in her mind during the fight. I had no choice but to see her giving herself so easily. No one was like me but here I was, attached to a girl who was so difficult to touch, I don't even know her surname, age, favorite color but here she was, living in my house, speaking out of turn. I had to admit Roman made sense when she said that but I still didn't like the fact that she spoke against me like that.

Rowland wouldn't like the fact that we had broken a treaty. The worst thing about this whole scenario is the broken treaty. There will be never peace between the Sharp Crescent wolves and us now and we needed them for their good soil, it was fertile soil, good to raise some good vegetables. Mom had her garden in their land and now she wouldn't have something to keep her busy to stop thinking about Rowland. The garden was what kept her from depressing us and dreading her daily life. Losing a mate wasn't something pretty.
"Khai." Roman's voice called me from the corridor. I turned still on my bed to look at her. She was in Yolanda's pyjamas, I could tell by the guilt etched on her face that Yolanda wasn't happy that Roman tore through her dress when she phased. Her dreads were lose and long in her face. She stood there holding a duvet to her body.
"Yes." I tried my best to be soft, she had that thing on me.
"Um, Grace has returned so I have no choice but to bunk with you." She said, I could see she was kind of annoyed by just the mentioning of the name.
"Yeh, of course. Unless you want Grace in here instead." I joked. Roman walked in pissed and threw the duvet on the floor.
"Yeah whatever. You take the floor. I'll take the bed." She pointed
"What?"  I could not believe her one bit. We were mates, what was the problem?
"You hit the floor. I take the bed." She folded her arms at me and didn't even smile. I smirked at her playfully but she stood firm, totally unshakable. I couldn't wait for the day when I would have her weak to her knees, moaning my name.
Ugh! Wild thoughts.
"Why? It's my room. You are the wild girl, you hit then floor." I dared, folding my arms too, taking up this challenge.
"We can't sleep together." She shook her head.
"Why? We're mates." I retorted, we were going to sleep together eventually.
"Khai, its inappropriate."
"Well I'm not sleeping on the floor." I told speedingly as I laid back on my bed. Her scent filled the room and I noticed how much sweeter it was when she was annoyed, I wanted more.
"Well I won't." She blurted.
"We could always share the bed." I suggested, arching my right brow at her and I finally saw a little smile on her lips. She went a tad coy and swallowed her smile.
"Ugh! No." She moaned, faking frustration as she walked out.
"Roman!" I sat up quickly as she left the door open.
"What?!" She shouted. Her wide golden eyes looked back at me in the room when she came back.
"Close the door." I said calmly and she slammed the door.

She was coming back. She had to. And she did after a while. Roman walked in with white duck tape. Already pulling the stickiness out with her mediocre dirty nails while smirking, obviously proud of herself as she strode. It was her fault she didn't have a room, so she can't come in here and make demands.
"You think you can fix this relationship with duck tape?" I laughed when the door closed behind her.
"Maybe." Was all she said as she climbed on my bed with her dirty but adorable feet.
"Wash your feet first." I complained.
"Are you commanding me?" She scrunched up her nose as she stood next to me, setting depth into the bed and making my head go deeper. I looked up at her and nodded with a serious face.
"As if." She laughed and the sound of the tape stabbed my ears when she pulled a long reel of it. I watched her both in frustration and wonder at why she couldn't obey me or at least listen to me. I mean she was still below me but she was still my significant other.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as she started pasting the end of the reel to the headboard.
"Watch." She said, making me more frustrated. I wasn't the patient type but she was forcibly making me it. She started pulling, making the annoying sound of the tape louder and more irritating. She pulled while flattening it on the bed, cutting the headboard in half and down between the pillows, giving one to my side. She pulled down and kicked my feet with her warm ones to leave space for more tape. It went down to the end of the bed and in the end she had perfectly bisected the bed.
"What is this?!" I scowled at her work on my bed. How was I going to enter my bed when it had white duck tape halfway?
"If you think that sleeping together means you can touch me, you're wrong. Don't touch me."
"So you're cutting the bed in half?" My voice was getting higher and I settled myself. This girl had to be crazy.
"You will not touch me during sleep." She said folding her arms after she threw the tape at me, which I caught with ease.
"But, what's the point?" I asked.
"Firstly, I don't want her smell all over me, I can still smell her on you. Secondly, I don't even know you. Lastly, I don't even want to be here." She snapped her fingers after each point, she had so much sass, I swear she could feed a hungry nation if her sass was food.
"Oh! I get this. You're jealous." I addressed with full-on amusement.
"I'm not jealous..." She barked, "Just..." Ending with a mumble.
"What was that?" I think I heard her clearly, just wanted her to say it again. Roman instead, threw herself on her half of the bed to hide her face from me.
"Just territorial." She muffled into the pillow. I laughed at this girl who I purposely adored without intention.
"So I am yours?" I asked playfully. I was never this playful by the way.
"Yes. But I'm not yours." She muffled again. I chuckled lightly at her.
"It's a start." I admitted, moving myself to lie on my half of the bed, even if it hurt me. As long as she was happy. I had involuntarily imprinted on her and now she had some sort of control over me.
I watched her scalp as her back rose up timely, breathing roughly, I knew it wasn't nice to breathe through a pillow. I did it when in was bothered by loneliness but now she was here. My fingers reached out, crossing the boarder to touch her scalp. Just to feel her, even if it was just her scalp it would give me some satisfaction. Even when she had kicked me earlier, she had no idea how good that was. The afro hair was tough under my fingers, it felt like a rough velvet material as she stirred under my touch. My fingers laced around one of her locks, the one I supposed was in the middle and I tugged at it, not roughly but gently. She turned quickly to face me and her scalp was on the other side, making me pull her lock mistakenly. She didn't react but just stared at me.
"I need to wash my hair." She sighed as she shut her eyes. I huffed a smile and watched her intently, her lips especially.
"And your feet." That made her lips curl up and she stood up from the bed. She ruined my mood, I wanted to watch her lay there, just to drink up her presence that was peaceful, rarely. She walked up to the bathroom but didn't shut the door, instead she came back to peek at me.
"You wanna help me?'' She questioned as if I would say no.
"Of course." I said too eagerly and she smiled to enter. I got up from the comfortable grey bed and shuffled my bare feet into the bathroom. I needed to scrub them too.