Sweat trickled down my neck as I blindly ran through the woods, the trees passing by in a blur. I channeled my wolf, feeling her power course through my blood, allowing me to run at an insane speed even for wolves.
"You can’t outrun me, stupid girl.”
His demonic voice bellowed out from behind me.
I growled out in frustration as I realized I was actually running towards from where his voice was coming. I came to a sudden halt when I entered a clearing and saw him standing in the middle of it. My breath came out in harsh pants as I stared into his bleak grey eyes. His midnight black hair a sharp contrast to his pale skin. Even though he did not look a day over 30, I could easily tell he was 60.
In the blink of an eye, men had surrounded the clearing in a tight circular formation. The familiar sensation of paralysis consumed my body and my body became unmovable like a statue.
He smirked in a sadistic way and snapped his fingers. The men behind him shifted aside as two men dragged my mother’s thrashing body towards him. Her hands were tied behind her back as she was dropped at his feet. Her eyes widened and tears ran down her cheeks upon seeing me as she shouted for me to run.
He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her to her feet. He held the knife in front of the delicate skin of her neck. As always, I couldn’t do anything but wait for him to kill her.
My thoughts swirled when suddenly her body started morphing into the manly body of my mate. My eyes widened in horror when he cut open Zaphrostine’s neck and laughed maliciously.
My eyes shot open as I was sucked back into reality. I realized my head was resting on Zaphrostine’s shoulder as I straightened up. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I tried to control my breathing.
That has never happened before- my mother morphing into someone else. Nightmares were something I had grown accustomed to. I started having them almost everyday after my mother died. The nightmares always revolved around her death and some were more common than the others like the one I saw today.
I looked at the peaceful, sleeping face of my mate and the dream flashed across my mind. I violently shook my thoughts assuring myself he’s fine.
A small smile settled across my lips as I glanced down at our loosely entwined hands.
I looked out of the small window and observed the splash of purplish pink and blue colours in the sky. I could see the few reddish orange beams of the sun coming from between the flock of puffy clouds.
I laid my head against the headrest and closed my eyes and fell asleep once again.
I woke up to the feeling of fingers brushing my cheeks. I hummed and snuggled my head further against the warm, smooth surface, brushing my lips against it. I felt pressure build up in my hand as soon as my lips came in contact with the surface and the fingers brushing my cheek stop.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” A husky voice called out near my ear.
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times to shake off my sleepiness. The first thing I saw was smooth, tan skin. All the confusion disappeared from my mind when I tilted my head and found a pair of bright blue eyes staring at me. His face was a little tense and that’s when I realized I was practically kissing his neck in my sleep. I lifted my head up from his shoulder in less than a second, my cheeks burning.
“I..I um didn’t mean to.“, I mumbled as I hurriedly got up to go to the washroom. Why am I bloody embarrassed?! I didn’t even do it on purpose and besides I have done much more than that.
Only when he pulled my hand and prevented me from crossing him and reaching the aisle, did I realize he was still holding my hand. He left my hand and stood up behind me, pressing against my back, guiding his lips near my ear he whispered,
“I don’t mind, love. I think I enjoyed it way too much.”
My eyes widened and I didn’t wait for a moment as I rushed to the bathroom and heard him laughing behind me.
I was laying on the couch as I stared at my pacing mate. His forehead was creased with worry lines as he talked to someone on the phone in French. Is it just me or do men seem ten times attractive when they speak in French?
We just had our lunch and now I was hanging out on the couch as Zaph busied himself with phone calls. I tried hard to comprehend what he was saying in French but unfortunately, I am not bilingual or better yet multilingual like someone.
I sat up straight as I noticed the concerned look on his face when he ended the call.
“What happened?“, I asked him to dowse my own burning desire to know what has gotten this king concerned.
He looked at me for a moment, before coming and sitting down beside me. I angled my body slightly towards him, awaiting his reply.
“It’s nothing, love. I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about any matters.“, He replied, a small smile playing on his lips as he stared at me.
“Why? Is my pretty little head too pretty to be involved in political matters or do you plan to flash me like the jewels on your crown, only there to look pretty.“, I sharply commented, my eyes narrowing as they stared at his blue orbs.
Did I just play the feminist card? Yes, I did. Am I guilty of it? No, certainly not. If this kingdom is ruled by another orthodox sexist who thinks women are just there to accessorise the throne, goddess help me, I will not hesitate to kick some sense into him mate or not.
His face morphed into one of confusion and shock when I finished talking but he quickly recovered with a stern and serious look on his face. He grabbed both of my hands in his and kissed them. His touch electrocuting me with pleasurable sparks.
“Scarlet, you are most certainly not a jewel I plan to showcase to our kingdom. I apologize if what I said implied that. I just didn’t want to rush you into this so soon. It is hard to get out of this difficult trade once you become a part of it. Take it from someone who has experienced it first hand. We are equals, love. Every decision taken regarding the kingdom from henceforth will be a decision by us both.“, He said.
Pride swelled in my heart as those words fell upon my ears. I am glad to say that the kingdom is not under the charge of a sexist but rather of an equalist.
“I am very glad to hear that.“, I replied with a grin on my face.
“However, there is one place where I will dominate.“, He said smugly.
“And where might that?“, I inquired.
“Why, the bedroom of course.“, He answered with a smirk playing on his lips. He raised my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist.
Color rushed to my cheeks as I snatched my hands away and stood up.
Careful, Scarlet, you’re getting too attached.
I walked over to one of the window seats and sat down.
“How old are you?“, I asked him out of curiosity and maybe because I was trying to change the topic.
“Trying to change the topic, love? But never the less to answer your question I am turning 27 in 6 days.“, He replied.
“Damn you’re old. No wonder I can see the wrinkles on your face.“, I replied , scrunching my nose in distaste. I am obviously joking I mean have you looked at him, he has to be the hottest man walking on Earth however he doesn’t need to know that.
“I’m not old.“, He scoffed not showing that he was profoundly offended
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man.“, I snickered.
“Oh you think you’re funny?“, He asked in an intimidating voice once he caught on to the fact that I was joking. He got up and with slow calculating steps he neared me with eyes like those of a predator. He placed his hands on either side of the me on the armrests as he lowered his head to my level. He placed a soft kiss on the side of my jaw, working his way down my neck as I closed my eyes and basked in the electrifying pleasure. I opened my eyes when he stopped and stared at me with a smug smirk.
“Still think I’m an old man?”
He kissed the top of my head and straightened up, swiftly sitting down beside me.
“Get some sleep while you can,love, we’ll be landing in approximately 2 hours.”
And so I did. I closed my eyes and I drifted of with the clouds but not before hearing him speak,
“Elijah, do you think I am old?”