Ruin, Rule and Rage

After being temporarily suspended from the throne and royalty duties for knocking up one of his one night stands, ruthless Werewolf king -slash- alpha Nathaniel is drained; that's when Dove Florence offers him a place to stay.

Rain was pouring down on him as he sat uncomfortably on a wooden bench in the local park. His clothes and hair were matted to him, and if it wasn't for his ""unique"" werewolf healing abilities, he surely would have gotten hypothermia by now.
After what seemed like hours, and properly was, of trying to fall asleep, he was finally starting to dose off when a hand clamped onto his shoulder. His alpha instincts kicked in and he quickly grabbed his offenders wrist and twisted it. A crack soon followed by a scream was heard, as he turned about to come face to face with a girl clutching her wrist with a pained expression on her face. He took in her appearance, she couldn't have been more than 5' 3'', with what be assumed was light brown hair which had turned darker from being rained on and dark blue eyes. She seemed to young and exquisite to be out this late.
"What do you want?" he demanded. Her pained expression soon turned into one of surprise and fear. "I-I was just wondering if you had a place to stay at tonight?" "Does it look like it?" he replied. "I-I" she stammered. He raised one of his eyebrows, annoyed she was taking so long. "Forget it" he said " Just leave."
She nodded, turning around and started taking small steps away, glancing back every few seconds.
He growled, she was taking to damn long and he needed his sleep if he was going to look for a job tomorrow. Even through the thought disgusted him, he would have let go off his pride if he was going to get by the next few months.
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