The Hidden Princess (a werewolf story)

Chapter 7// Love is wicked

Luke's POV

I had been going to tell Emma that the meeting had started when I walked in on them. No, there were not making out or anything worse but what I saw still managed to affect me. The beautiful werewolf princess was asleep on the vampire prince's shoulder. Her hair tilted slightly over her face casting delicate shadows over her face that emphasised every curve and surface.

Her eyelashes flickered slightly every few seconds, making it seem as though she was in the midst of a troubling dream. I desperately wanted to wake her from her worries and wrap her in my arms. However, Xavier's arms were already firmly wrapped around her.

Jealously spiked through every part of me until all I could was bitter hatred. For a moment in my life, I had felt hope when I first met Emma. She would not only be the saviour of our race, but she had the rare ability to make my heart skip a beat. I consistently find myself wondering where she is and what she thought of me.

Now she has also managed to leave me livid at the very sight of her with another guy. Especially a vampire.
Why on earth would she feel safe enough to fall asleep on the shoulder of a vampire? Sometimes I don't get what goes on inside that head of hers.

However, before I can ponder on the thought for much longer, Xavier's eye flutter open. His gaze lands on me in an instant and narrows on the angry expression I have displayed on my face. We lock eyes for a few moments each of us conveying our hatred for one another, before I give up on the feud and turn around slowly towards the door, my eyes never leaving his.

When Emma finally walks out of the room about two minutes later, with Xavier close to her side, she looks like a child who has just woken up from a deep and alluring slumber. Her eyes are barely open, making her eyelashes look even more thick and luscious than before. her hair is frizzy at the front and slightly knotted at the back. However, despite her ruffled look, she still emanates the same innocence and purity and she had when she was asleep. I never want for her to lose that. 

I never want her to lose the thing that makes her most beautiful in my eyes. Even though she would be beautiful without it, a girl like that, who hasn't contributed to the chaos and death surrounding us, who has walked through the flames of pain and heartache and come out untouched, should forever remain that way. Untouched by cruelty forever. I just pray that I'm not too late to stop her from losing that purity to the monstrosity that she is standing next to at this very moment. 

For years afterwards, I would remember this day, as the day that I swore to myself never to let any speck of evil touch the kindred spirit I love so dearly. However, I had yet to discover that there are darker forms of evil than Xavier in this world.

Xavier's POV

After the meeting had concluded I began my descent from the stage after being showered in several rounds of applause for my 'bravery'. I don't think these werewolves understand that I am betraying my father by doing this deed for Emma. Betraying the man who raised me from birth and taught me everything I know about this world. Yet, do I really know him at all?

He has taught me that the kind-hearted girls and boys before me are cruel and vicious creatures that ought to be feared. Now deep in my mind, I have one sickening question keeping me disabled.

Who is telling the truth? 

it is this burning inquiry that is what led me to agree to this proposition to stalk the man I once loved so dearly. I need to know who I am and most importantly who I should trust.

"Hey, Xavier?" Emma's voice comes drifting through the tattered curtains situated on the side of the stage.

I turn to look at her. She has a curious look on her face mixed with a bit of sadness at seeing me go.

"Yeah?"

Her eyebrows narrow in frustration as she opens her mouth to say something, however, obviously rethinking her actions, she closes her mouth swiftly once more. Her eyebrows quickly smoothen out and her concerned frown is replaced with a forced smile.

"Walk home safely" she farewells me politely.

I can't help but feel that there is so much more missing to our parting, but understanding that that is where she wants to end our encounter, I leave without another word.

Emma's POV

Sadness tickled at the corners of my heart watching Xavier leave. As he swiftly made his way out the door without saying goodbye, his coat flicked at his heels as though spiting me with its sudden disappearance into the night. I had been on the verge of asking him to stay with me. Our encounter earlier had been one of the few times in which I had slept as soundly as the moon when the sun's bright rays are glaring viciously down on the cruel, unforgiving world. I can't help but yearn for that same peace and content once more, however, I quickly decided against the strange request seeing as though he probably would have thought me strange. My suspicions were confirmed when he swept into the night in a flurry of darkness without so much as a second glance.

His absence leaves me with shivers up my arms and legs and a sense of isolation as though all the life and happiness has been sucked from the air. I feel as though I am even more alone than I usually am. I know it is probably strange that I have come to hold such intense feelings for a complete and utter stranger. Yet, I honest to God believe that there is nothing in the world that could have stopped me from feeling the way I do.

I don't believe that it is love quite yet. God no. I just think that my heart is pleased to have something new to latch onto. He is now that something in my life that gets my heart pounding my a flurry of anticipation. He is my small ray of hope in a dark, bitter universe.

Xavier's POV

As soon as I had dashed away from Emma's warm farewell I felt nothing but a burning guilt eating away at my conscious. Why did I leave her like that? She has done nothing to deserve that kind of cold treatment from me. In fact, since the discovery of my father's true nature, she is the only person who has managed to make me feel even the slightest bit happy or joyful. It seems as though no matter where I go or who I learn to care for, I always end up being hurt or deceived by them. I thought that Emma was different, and she was. Except this time I was the one doing the hurting.

My pace suddenly jerks forward as a loud crash is heard from a nearby alley. Quickly, I dismiss the storm of frustration and guilt that is brewing in my mind out of the way of my rationality. If I am going to be spying on the evilest man in the entire four kingdoms, then I'm gonna need every ounce of level-headedness I can get.

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So here is this chapter, I'm gonna make this quick cause I'm doing a writing challenge with a friend and I'm extremely competitive so if she wins I very well may bury a hatchet in my head.

Soz about this short chapter but I'm updating more often and I needed to put all of the action in the next chapter.

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