*clearing throat noises*
"Alaric I found him"
I slowly life my head from Riley's body, the anger surging through my body.
I never take my eyes off of her as I stand to my feet.
I hear the doctor drop on the ground as Deatric release the back of his neck; he is bound to have bruises tomorrow.
My eyes still Glued to Riley's face, using it as a tack tic to steady the anger that is itchy to be released.
" DR. Garry of what value do you place on your life?"
I can feel the nerves shaking within his body, as it is a gift I can feel emotions.
" I- I do not understand king Alaric"
I hum in response to his pure ignorance.
" I asked you how highly do you value your life DR. Garry, in which you should have responded with an answer. Now I will ask you one more time, how highly do you value your life?"
His nervousness now echoes through my body
"I um .. very much sir .. I have a wife ... and child ... sir"
" you love your wife, yes?"
Once again he stammers his words
"Y-yes sir"
" you would say, you would die for your wife ... yes?"
"Y-y-yes sir"
" and if your wife was laying in the spot as her? You would? "
My hand graces over Riley's soft pale face
" E-everything I- in my power to save her.. sir"
" do you wish for your queen to die ? "
His nervousness has now turned to a panic
" w-what N-no sir ... never"
"Then why would you risk her life leaving her alone with the blood of Lycan in her system! "
He goes to speak but I am not finished yet.
" I pay you to provide medical services FOR YOUR QUEEN, you have ONE job, ONE patient. Do you understand me ? "
"Y-yes sir .. I-it's just ... you asked for a minute alone ... I figured I would have time ... "
My voice rang stern
" time to what "
"Well ..sir.. I was uh ... "
Deatric strode towards the Doctor
" oh do please tell him what I fought you doing."
The doctor froze, I could see the sweat appear to form on his forehead.
" no, you don't wish to tell him? Well don't mind if I do then.
This one here, ( Deatric's arm wrapped around the doctors shoulders) well he was just having a dandy good time fondling one of the nurses. "
Deatric then proceeded to cover his mouth with both of his hands? Before he moves his hands to guesture that he was thinking.
"If I do recall ... your wife doesn't have a medical degree ... or a job at this hospital... hmmmm... and today is infact as the humans say.. not Halloween. "
My attention is drawn back to the doctor.
"Is this true? "
The doctor is once again trembling.
"W-well Y-yes.. b -but I -I do love my wife sir."
His answer fuels this fire burning deep within my soul right now. I turn my head to look back on my soul mate, my charm. To think this man has been granted with a gift, and slits in the enchanted's face as he fondled another. The anger within me sleeps through my pores.
" YOU RISKED THE LIFE OF MY OWN CHARM TO FONDLE ONE WHO IS NOT YOURS?"
My breath is hasty, ask I shake in pure anger.
"When I became king I established a law against unfaithfulness against your own mate. If the enchanted ones, gifted us a soulmate we should not lie with another. Do you know how to read DR.? Do you know how to comprehend? DO YOU WANT ME TO FIND A MAN THAT CAN LOVE YOUR CHARM AS YOU CAN NOT? A MAN TO HOLD HER AT NIGHT, AS YOU LIE AONE? DO YOU WISH TO DIE FOR YOUR UNLOYALTY TO HER? "
the doctors anger has not started to surface as I mentioned the idea of another man Mating his wife. Ironic huh, the idea of anger when he is unfaithful.
The doctors words now cutting through my thoughts.
" you are out of line, if you so dare as have another lycan accompany my wife in any form. I will gladly die and take your petty humanistic charm with me."
I'm done with this fuck, I will find another doctor.
My hands wrap around his throat as his back slammed against the wall behind him.
" petty. Humanistic. Hmm is that how you speak of your queen." I growl
He chuckles
" your charm is nothing more than a upgraded version of a human SIR. Have you ever asked yourself why the KING of all lycans, werewolves has a charm for a mate ? Why his mate was created less than the average werewolves ? Hmmm SIR. Why not been mated with a full blooded lycan or the enchanted create a half breed like the rest of the charms ? SHE IS WEAK, no queen of mine. She will be the death of us all, I refuse to heal what will eventually be our downfall."
My grip tightens on his neck my nails dig deep within the base of it. He has a death wish and today it just might be granted. I can feel the tips of my fingers beneath his skin, his body shaking and his eyes fill with pain. As I am on the edge of ending his life an voice as soft as a child's melody consumes me.
"A - Alaric"
I drop the doctor, his body falls Almost dead on the floor.
My eyes meet those green, emerald ones that hold my heart; the feed my soul.
Before I can even speak, Deatric has the doctor within this grip draining his of his blood. His eyes glow of darkness pure black.
The doctors words slip as a hushed whisper.
"Hail Lenard"
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Chasing Memories
Werewolf*I walk past him and head to the door before I take another step I hear him say. " she been drinking homie" "And how exactly do you know this ?" " I fucked her drunk last night bro." And once I heard his vulgar sentences, in an instant I had him...
