Catching a Shewolf

Giovanni

On top of an overgrown grassy green hill in the Palace grounds was a grave yard of past rulers. To me, the grave yard was something that places a weight over my heart and shoulders. It was contradicting environment when the sun was shining down from above and flowers grew all over but this place does nothing but make me feel emptiness.

I stood silently as I stared at my parents’ grave. Memories of my past flooding through my mind. It was their death anniversry but there were no tears.

My mind temporarily going back to a memory I remembered...

Whip!

Whip!

Whip!

My father’s horse whip hit my back, bringing burning pain each time it met with my skin. I bit my tongue hard as another resounding whip hit me again.

“Please, Charles! Let him go!” My mother struggled harder against the binding ropes he had tied her wrist with onto their bed.

“He needs to know never to argue with me again!” My father roared and whipped my back. I let out a whimper not being able to hold it back. My grip on the plush fur rug tightened. When he saw my tears his face warped into anger.

“What did I teach you, son?” He growled.

“A ruler shall never cry.” I responded. He whips me again.

The pain was too unbearable. My father is a hard male. He loves my mother. She is docile and obedient.

When I was born, he was happy that I was a boy. A boy means his legacy can be carried on.

Immediately at age five he started training me to be a fighter. I was put into rough fights with other children and at age eight I was placed into classes that taught me the beginnings of becoming a ruler.

Most of my classes were taught by my father. I was isolated from other boys to prevent me from being distracted by what my father calls, ‘nonsense’.

“Giovanni!” My father roared, tearing me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sir?” I said in a weak voice.

“What did you do wrong?” He continued.

“I disobeyed and questioned your rule.” I replied.

He let go of the whip and took a step back. He moved to my mother and untied her. Tears running down her cheek she crawled over to me and pulled me into her lap as she examined me.

The feel of the whips splitting my skin open can still be felt. There were scars on my back to never let me forget. I closed my eyes and breathe slowly. It has been ten years since his death. Even at age 30, I still felt afraid sometimes.

My mother was a traditionalist like my father. They believed in females being under males. Females were to be obedient. Females main job was to reproduce. It was how I was raised and after being heated up and punished so much it was finally imprinted in my mind.

Now a days, some people don’t practice it at much but that doesn’t mean they can disobey the law. After my father passed and I took over, I have allowed female more leniency but the law still states females should always be under males rule and the law is the law. No arguments.

I thought back to what happened in my past, ten years of abuse from my father. I always wondered why my mother never attempted to protect me but I think I knew why.

It was because she was afraid of him as much as I was. It was because she was raised to be dependent on her male. It was a cycle or habit she couldn’t seem to break out of even of she wanted to. She was more afraid of the consequences. It was ingrained in her mind like a start up configuration for a computer.

Some female might look down on this and say she was a bad mother but what do you do when you have been raised that way your whole life. Do you suddenly step out and do something you feel scared to do? Females then were different from females now.

Goddess, even I was finding reasons still as to why my mother never protected me or at least take me and run away. It will always be answers I dont think I will ever know.

“Alpha King.” Major Nixon’s voice came from behind me.

I sighed and turned around. He straightened up a little before speaking. Major Nixon was a good leader and soldier. I knew I can trust him because of his skills and the years I have known him.

“Everyone is ready for you.” He said.

I nodded. At age 30 with no mate, I had decided to hold a royal courting to find myself a chosen. Many Alphas around the world have sent their daughters to my Palace to catch my attention.

However, on the day of the the start of the royal courting, my little mate happened to appear. I can still remember her scent. It was now imprinted in my soul. She was so beautiful. Her fierce brown eyes and strong cheekbones made her look like a goddess.

When she spoke, my world stopped spinning around me. I have never heard anything as sweet as hers until I realized she called me an arrogant ass.

My lips twitched slightly. She didn’t realize just how dangerous I was. I was going to teach her a few things about me but it all stopped short when I walked into the bedroom and she was nowhere in sight.

Angry, I went in search for her only to find she has returned back home to her sister’s territory. She wasn’t going to get far. I’m determined to find her and when I do she won’t be able to get away from me a second time.

I marched down the hill and down the dirt clearing until I emerged where everyone was. Alpha Aella was standing next to Noor as they waited for me.

“Are you ready?” Noor asked. I smirked.

“More than ready. The little vixen will not get away this time.” I responded and Noor chuckled as we broke into a jog before shifting. Several soldiers followed alongside.