The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 142

Isabelle

My little ones were undeniably… officially of age now. In three more years, they would likely either find mates, or not desire one like Harmony. They are at the age where they Should start to at least think about mates, but for all four it didn’t happen. The Goddess will it, and she’s better off for it.

She was such a good little girl, and I regretted that she couldn’t come. Today was the day she got her form, and my little brother and best friend had to stay home. She was So small, only a third the size of a wolf her age, but she had a wolf, which further solidified that Xaxas was her mate….

I’d seen that man Once, and he held enough power, that I could see why grown men feared him. I could only hope that his attitude of calmness was true, because I’d done so much research. Every book had him a villain… every text… he was a Fucking Monster.

He made Bryson skinning wolves alive look like a gods damned pup, but I would not say anything to her, or my pups, about him. If he chose to come to this world a different way, he wouldn’t be trusted by this generation if their minds were flooded with my opinion of him. Well… the world’s.

“Grace you’re so Tall!” Mini said as I panned my phone their way. She smiled, something I thought she wouldn’t do because she was only the wolf.

“I heard Harmony was Small.” She giggled.

“Oh my lady she’s the same size as me Shush!!” she giggled.

“I’ll call you again after the bonfire. I don’t know why Bryson is so keen on lighting one, but I’m with him one hundred percent!” I said being handed a large plate of pulled boar pork sandwiches.

She giggled giving me a goodbye, and I waved turning to see that even the King was here. He’d Just arrived, but he had gifts in the form of ink. He intended on giving them, and Bryson the traditional mark of the family.

“Grandfather and mother welcome!” Said Kaizen, and he gave each of them a kiss on the top of the head, while Falcon, grandma’s wolf, Pouted. She may have been the Wolf Queen’s wolf, but she enjoyed teaching them Terrible habits only a grandmother could.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t Love that when I was little.

“I miss you being small!” She said hugging them, crying immediately.

“Awe Gram-gram, we cannot stay little forever.” Said Grace.

“Be nice.” Grumbled Tyson.

“There there grandmother. We are still cute.” Joked Kaizen, and he wiped her tears. All three of them were concerned for her, and I was as well, but she composed herself before I could get to her.

“That you are.” She said allowing herself to recede. Grandma was strange when it came to us younger wolves. All her children, those she birthed were dead, but they never talked about it. I didn’t know how many children she had, or even their names as they never talked about it, but the King interrupted my train of thought.

He had heard me, but changed the subject entirely for grandma’s sake… it made me feel bad to think anything, but thinking is passively done… It isn’t something I can necessarily help.

/We know you little ones cannot help it, but for her sake, do not bring it up anymore. She never got over them dying in her arms… every single one, including our dearest oldest, your grandfather. We were too late. There is its own Impotent feeling that comes from being unable to die…. Yet those closest to you rest in the ground. When you outlive your children. You will never experience that being the mate of a full-blooded god…When the time comes, they will be his champions…. but we must move forward for everyone else’s sake. / He linked me privately.

/Sorry anyway./ I linked back, and it bounced back in my head. He didn’t want to hear anything I had to say, remaining stoic, and he appeared unaffected by his link, but I knew better. For their sakes, I would not say anything more.

“Bryson, Tyson, Grance, Kaizen… Isabelle, come with me.” Said Grandfather, motioning makeshift chairs outside in the moonlit night. “A drop of your blood Bryson.” He said with a smile.

“Alright.” He said complying.

A single drop went into the small pot of ink, and it turned a deep black. Originally it was clear, and the King also added a drop. It was traditional for an Alpha to bless the ink with his own blood on a Very select few. It was something done as an honor for those who showed strength, honor, and perseverance through their trials of being a warrior. It was something that was not taken lightly, as only a small percentage, I could only guess about 5% or less, actually held the family mark of their Alpha.

In order to hold such a mark in the first place, to be able to Gain a mark to give, the alpha had to be of extreme power. It had to be to the point to where that Alpha was either undefeatable, or within a high household, such as a High Council Seat or in the royal family.

“You may not be able to mark your wolves, but you can mark your mate and children. I do this for you though, because it is the last right I can place on all of you, my blood.” He said turning to the makeshift crowd that I didn’t notice.

All of HalfMoon and some of a few others were all around as we sat in lawn chairs. All ages, all races, and all ranks smiled at us, happy for our fates. We were being blessed by the King, an honor Very Few had, even those who were his blood. …

“Brothers and sisters of the moon, she is not full tonight, but she smiles on her little children. Through her we have life… love… and freedom. I give an honor to my blood this night, something I have put off for a decade that the pups here are strong enough.” He chuckled a bit. “But they are strong enough. My little ones, and Bryson. Bite the leather, and try not to incinerate it my grandpups.”

He started with Bryson, but he didn’t put a wolf breathing fire on it, the royal crest. Instead, he put a wolf with a hammer in his mouth as his crest. The circle was a serpent like Asanguis chasing its tail, then I was next.

The mix of both their blood in the ink made my eyes dilate, and after he was done, I shifted involuntarily. Everyone had a good laugh at my expense, but I waited for him to do my children next.

They didn’t shift, but the tips of their horns grew a bit longer. As Demigods, they would grow to be literal forces of nature… I was confident that even if they turned out to be destroyers, that they would make the right decisions and choose not to ruin this world, protecting it instead.

My sons looked imposing when they stood near their flaming crowned father, who stood, having a tattoo on both his right and left shoulder, as well as his chest. His snarl as he bared his fangs would be imposing to any else, but to me he was my mate.

He gently took my hand, and kissed me on the forehead. “My pack, guests, and blood. I never thought in my entire life that I would hold rank, being Alpha…. Having a loving family. Those are things denied to a Beast, yet this is BeastMoon!” He said raising my hand up with his.

Wolves cheered, and a beer was tossed his way. He bit it with his fangs, drinking the small can in his gigantic hands. There were laughs, and I did with him, but I put my hands in his face when he tried kissing me.

“Ewwww!” I joked. He smelled like beer and meat, but I didn’t care. It was just fun messing with him a bit.

“Awe kiss him, Luna!” Said Adam, starting a cheer with my mom.

“I don’t know wildflower; I feel like we’ll disappoint the crowd.” He said knowing full well that he didn’t care about other people’s opinions, but he enjoyed teasing me. It was Rare that he did this in public, but the moon, and the joy had us drunk.

I kissed my fearsome mate under the half-moon’s light, and there were cheers.