Within His Grasp ✔️

F O U R

His possessive hold only got stronger as the last guest left. I whimpered slightly, but wisely kept my mouth shut as I felt him inhale my scent. His huge arms were wound around my body, caging me inside his grip.

"Oh, little mate. What is your name?" He spoke softly, his warm breath tickling my ear. I shuddered and let my gaze rest on the ground. "Fable. Fable White."

I was already introduced to him. Did he forget? I felt him stiffen against me before he turned me around to face him. "Fable. Like a little story." He smiled. Not smirked, smiled. It was beautiful and I found myself almost returning it. Instead, I settled for a shy nod.

"Well, my little story, I suppose now you must be tired." I was about to protest, when he grasped my hand and scooped me up easily in his arms. I yelped as he lifted me like I was nothing, but I for sure weighed something. My curves were there and they were full. Which, made me question whether or not he preferred skinny girls. Why would it matter anyways? I'd rather kiss a walrus than ask him that question.

I frowned and his navy eyes shifted towards mine as he walked out of the ballroom. I inhaled sharply as a reply to his questioning gaze. Why the fuck am I being so accommodating?

The hallway was large and dimly lit, adding to the spooky feel and haunting aura the castle gave me. I shifted my eyes around and attempted to wiggle out of his arms. I saw his eyes lock onto my struggling form and narrow. "I suggest you stop struggling, little mate. I'm not sure I can continue if you keep moving your perfect body like that any longer." I'm not little, nor is my body perfect. Douche.

I immediately froze and turned to glare at him. I have no idea where this sudden confidence to glare at the king came from, but I gladly accepted it. I'm no coward. "Well, maybe if you didn't pick me up in the first place, like a child I might add, I would be no problem." I shot back.

He stopped moving and I slightly pressed into him from how abrupt it was. I looked into his eyes, the look making me nearly squeak with how dangerous it was. "Do not speak to me like that, mate, or we shall have some problems. I would gladly punish you here, but I'd prefer to do it alone." His voice was cold and clipped, some promise streaming through.

I flinched at his words, but merely huffed in response. I turned away from him and rolled my eyes as he continued walking. Fucking bitch. Fight me.

"Such a feisty, little thing." He tempted. It was at that point, I turned to face him and narrowed my eyes. "Let me just show you how feisty I can be."

He smirked at me and I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. The sound was dark and I could tell I was in trouble. The king shifted me to one of his arms and opened a door, slipping inside easily. I let out a gasp at the vast collection of books stored on shelves that entered my vision.

A large fireplace was crackling away, some leather seats looking inviting. However, Whisper didn't stop as he walked over to a staircase and started descending upwards. Soon, i got a view of a bedroom area and concluded that the bedroom was a loft. 

He placed me on a huge bed that looked big enough to hold a dozen of me. The black silk sheets and pillows looked like I could sleep on them for hours and never wake up, tempting me to be swallowed whole. I looked up at him as he shifted around in the shadows, blending into the dark ness perfectly. He soon reappeared holding some clothing, his face twisted into a small smirk.

"Go change into these, Kitten." I grabbed them from his hand, not missing the way his eyes trailed down my body, and walked to the bathroom. I had to struggle to peel off the dress, as it was skin tight, but soon I managed to wiggle myself out of it. The gold dress fell to the ground in a pool of liquid, allowing me to breath again before I looked in his mirror.

There I stood, wearing only my undergarments. I touched my stomach, seeing how the dress imprinted marks, and then my sides. My waist curved in, allowing for my hips to look very voluptuous. I sighed and unfolded the clothing Whisper gave me, eventually sliding myself through the baggy joggers and shirt. It fell on my frame like a dress, the bottom of it coming down to the bottoms of my thighs. 

I raised my brows and fished the dress from the floor before folding it neatly overhand and unlocking the door. The darkness greeted me, except for the flickering orange light of the fireplace below. I squinted in the darkness and wandered through it, attempting to find Whisper. After about five minutes, I decided to wander down the stairs and around the library.

The glowing fire illuminated the library in such a way, and I gasped at the wonderful sight. It was beautiful and I just had to walk over to the fine leather seats beside it. I sat down and folded my legs underneath me, staring at the fireplace and running a hand through my straight hair. The warmth made me feel cozy and I sighed, leaning into the chair while I recalled the earlier events.

I found my mate. I'm the truemate of that royal piece of ass. My truemate is the man I had been drawing before I even knew what truemates were. I opened my eyes and thought back to that. The details and everything just came to me, like I was just randomly doodling. How is it possible that I was drawing a man I didn't even know?

The heat from the fireplace calmed me, but I still wondered how on earth it was possible. That's some voodoo shit right there. I'm not even given a choice on whether or not I can refuse being mated to that... that... stupidly handsome beast.

A creak of the door stopped me and I froze, the hair on the nape of my neck standing on end from how fucking creepy that was. A dark, tall figure walked inside the library and shut the grand doors before looking up the staircase. I watched it curiously before I smelled the familiar scent of his cologne. Whisper. I blinked and frowned, he was still here.

I exhaled slowly and the figure's head snapped towards me, his legs moving as he stalked over towards my leather seat. I saw his handsome face twisted in a neutral expression and felt something stir within my stomach. Is that what people call butterflies?

"I see you found your way around my library." His deep voice rang in my ear, though smooth like velvet, it held a kind of lustrous tinge that made me nervously start to pop my fingers. It was a nervous habit that plagued both me and my brother, though I did it more often.

"Yeah, I hope that's alright." I said quietly. Whisper looked behind him for a moment before looking at me again. His eyes were calm and I found myself wanting to swim in their depths, their ocean depths.

"Oh, it's quite alright, little mate. By the way, you look absolutely delectable in my clothes." I sputtered at him. I'm pretty sure I just look like a child dressed in their parents clothes for the first time.

His dark eyes wandered down my form before they snapped towards the chair beside me. He smoothly sat down, folding one of his long legs over another in a comfortable resting position. I awkwardly turned towards the fireplace before he spoke again. "I suppose you wonder why on earth I decided to let you stay overnight." I looked at him, my brows furrowing. Let me stay? The fuck? You made me stay forcefully.

"I guess." I said simply. Whisper chuckled, deep and velvety. It brought goosebumps to my skin and I rubbed my hands together absentmindedly. "I wanna accept you, little mate." What?