Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Eight.

Charlottes' POV.

My head was throbbing, my ears were ringing and my entire chest was burning.

Groaning in annoyance and pain, I regretted having to get into one of the usual fights against my father.

I rolled over in my bed, attempting to pull the sheets up to cover my shoulders more but stopped when I felt not a sheet but a thick and luxurious silk duvet.

The pillow against my bruised eye was soothingly cold and made of the same material as the blankets and clearly, this mattress was not the old one with the springs that jabbed into your back that I had on my bedroom floor at home.

This was not my bed... did Markus get new sheets or something because these smell fucking great...

I inhaled the scent deeply not once but twice, enjoying the feel of the silky fabric against my bare legs... my bare hips... my bare chest...

"Holy fuck, not again!" I cursed loudly, sitting up and realising that Markus and I must've had sex again...

Only to look around the room and realise that this, expanse of a bedroom, was not the small and cosey one belonging to Markus.

The bed had grey sheets with matching pillows and the very luxurious paisley printed duvet. It was both feminine and manly... so was the rich and exotic scent of white musk and Egyptian jasmine that coated them.

The scent was so wondrous and mesmerising that even a half-breed like me couldnt ignore it.

The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, with simple white ceilings and grey carpets that made me just want to roll around on them because of how soft and clean they looked.

At the end of the bed on the opposite side of the bedroom was a large set of double mahogany doors, carved with the images of tribal wolves in a moonlight scene... it was beautiful...

And very expensive...

Just like the the other doors on either sides of the huge room that must've led to an ensuite and surely a very huge wardrobe... even the two white sofas with a skin of what must've been very fine fur for decoration looked expensive...

Yep, this definately wasnt Markus' house...

So where the fuck was I and why was I completely naked... with a bandage strapped around my left shoulder?!

I was nervous but not afraid, there was a difference and I was just assuming that I probably got drunk at some point and went home with some guy from a bar... it wasn't unusual for me.

But never had I woken up with such a hangover and a burning shoulder.

Carefully and slowly, I unclipped the bandage and began to cautiously unwrap it, hissing in pain when my arm went too high and it tugged at the skin around my shoulder.

It was burning, the pain in my shoulder wasn't unbearable but it was uncomfortable as I reached the final layer of bandage and found gauze taped down over the very raw area.

With a shaky hand, I slowly tore the gauze away, gasping at the gruesome marks along my collarbone and beginning to freak out as I saw the full extent of it.

I stayed silent, not knowing where I was still or who was in this house but I began to tear up as I remebered everything from last night.

Id been bitten... by that wolf who killed Markus...

No. He wasnt just any wolf, he said he was my mate...

"Markus..." I sobbed, realising that I'd been the one telling him we couldnt be together because he'd find his mate and not want me.