Bound To You

|Chapter 39|

||Emblem: A heraldic device or symbolic object as a distinctive badge of a nation, organization, or family.||

Arabella's neck ached and her arms and wrists trembled to move. He marked her deeply, almost too much. At the memory, anger pulsed through her body, shooting through her veins and through the bond. The whole kingdom knew, they knew the king had marked his mate and was newly introduced to them. They were in an outrage that she was marked without the introduction as Luna, even more confused when they felt the new Tetrad Emblem, uniting them stronger to the female and instilling trust, loyalty and duty to her. They didn't even know her. This would surely illicit some dangerous and treacherous actions, even she knew. Why was she marked like that? Could she not be trusted by the King? Did she betray his loyalty? Questions from the packs swirled in her head, the doubts of her being their leader awakened her wolf.

This got her even more mad; feeling their forces through her, and the clamor of their confusion. Her eyes opened slightly, wary of what she would see, of who she might see. She immediately felt stronger, a powerfulness swallowed her and her chest rose rapidly. Her scent was mixed, she could smell the layer of his claim on her. Her wolf felt stronger but the beast couldn't decide whether to trust the king or not. He sat by her bedside, his head propped up my his hand and his eyes closed. Overall he looked peaceful and if she wasn't peacefully, he didn't deserve it.

"Grey!" She shouted at him, angry ever so angry.

He instantly awoke, getting on his feet, he looked at her with a hooded expression, "you're awake," he said.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt her body warm and heat rapidly, her breathing was heavy and all she could scent was the thick masculine and delicious scent of her mate streaming though the room. She ripped the wires from her arm and sprung up, standing on the bed, growling viciously.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her carefully, but he knew exactly what she was doing.

Her body trembled and released growls and snarls of pure ferocity. In a second, her clothes had been shredded and before the king stood a hackle raised silky silver pelted wolf eager to claw his face.

"Arabella, stand down," he hollered at her.

Her mind instantly flashed to the day she was marked and what he told her. The Tetrad Emblem. How long had she even been out, she didn't know.

At those words, she bore her teeth and her ears pulled back, she slowly approached him. He stepped back. He couldn't stop her now that she was marked.

"Arabella," he said warningly.

She let out a deafening growl before she lunged on him, tumbling to the floor, she stood atop him, her sharp teeth sinking into his arm slightly. He grunted as she struggled against her. He shifted immediately into his midnight black pelted beast, the process dashing Arabella against the nearby wall.

He approached her, his chest puffed out and head held high making sure she knew who was king. She stood immediately, shaking her body to fix her fur and shake off the hit. She growled warningly, sprinting towards him. The two clashed head first, the king on his back and Arabella on him, swiping her paw across his face, hitting harshly and scratching his cheek.

He growled harshly and threw her off again, she rolled off him. He stood and sank his teeth into the back of her neck, picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Blood seeped from their wounds and dripped on the initially spotless blinding white carpet. She looked at her blood dropping on the white sheets and feeling triggered by all the blood loss she suffered since she entered his wretched pack, she charged towards him.