The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 17

Isabelle

It was sundown, and no one had eaten yet, because not only were we all busy but we wanted to eat together as well. This went on until a little after sundown. We could relax a little then. The young man that was in the tent could smell the food, and was definitely awake, but I would wait until After Bryson ate. He was hurt, but healing, and if I didn’t want Bryson to kill him, I would follow Gabby’s advice.

Her son Adam made each of us bowls, serving Alpha first. He began eating, so when we got ours moments later, we could enjoy ourselves. Everyone chatted and Beta Zack boasted of how he took on two Rouges at once, and scared the third one so bad he apparently wet himself. Lies. Said my wolf amused.

I looked at my mate, who felt… off. I looked at him to see his eyes were black as he ate. He occasionally stared at the tent, so it was on his mind, but timing is everything. I could feel that right now, he was dominant. He would not waver his words.

“Little mate, do you think so little of me, that I would go against my word?” He said calmly. It was a false calm. That wasn’t what I was thinking exactly. I knew he was too prideful to do that…

“Ven no. I want to talk to him… maybe make him pack, but you look as if you will kill him… it worries me.” I said truthfully. He hummed deeply, and continued to eat.

“If I hear any trouble, you will hear his cries in your dreams, little mate.” He said calmly. It made me show my neck. I wasn’t even intending on submitting and I frowned at him. Why was he so hateful? I thought angrily, stomping to the tent. Yes, he is a Rouge. Yes, he may be an enemy, but he’s probably all of 16, so he’s probably just lost.

“I hear your sass.” He shouted… great. He hears my thoughts partially.

“Go Sniff a rock!” I shouted, and went into the tent. He didn’t say anything after that, because I know he probably never had anyone tell him off.

In the tent the boy backed away from me, most likely because he was just a teen, my wolf could rip him apart. “Ma’am if you let me go, I’ll just leave… shit.” He said when he realized there was no nowhere he could go.

“Be calm, I am not going to hurt you. Now, tell me your name and story.” I said softly.

He shook, hesitating and looking away from me at my feet. He submitted as low as he could, and I felt bad for him. “My name is Alex, and I am the last born of Warrior Thomas in HalfMoon. I am not strong. I am nothing like my family. I am an albino… Alpha Chris thought that was bad luck, because it’s like being a false white wolf… they’re still superstitious like that… the wolf color means nothing…. But they made me feel like I was nothing, so I left right?... I didn’t take anything much. I figured cash and like some spare clothes, and my backpack would be enough. I didn’t know that it would be so hard to find another pack… and my pack won’t take me back. I’m registered as banished. I have no idea where I am. This guy calling himself Master recruited me. And I won’t lie… I joined because they would have killed me… now I’m going to die anyway… and skinned...” He gulped, looking at the zipped door flap. “That huge wolf is going to kill me….” He said looking like he was going to break down.

“Well.” I said, standing up, “You can join us. We don’t care about your wolf color; we care about what you can do.” I said shaking his wrist. He smiled, and stood up. I realized he was impossibly taller than me. He was just a tad shorter than Beta. What the hell though…. This was a sign of power. The stronger the wolf, usually the taller he was. He looked like he could become a Gamma or low power Beta one day. “I’m going to let my mate untie you.” I said casually, because I didn’t want to alert the pack, thinking that he was a threat.

We both came out the tent, and I slammed into a wall. No. I slammed into Alpha, as his wolf. He did not seem pleased, but he didn’t say anything. He simply pointed his nose for me to untie Alex’s binds and motioned him to sit by the fire. Gabby made him some soup, while he led me to our tent.

“Bryson?” I questioned.

He only gave a soft growl. I opened the tent, and he shifted coming in behind me. He popped his neck and zipped the door closed. “Lady Moon, I can’t even keep my fucking form around you …” He complained. He must have shifted when I challenged him.

Then I noticed it. He was very erect. All his staff needed was a flag.

“What did I do?” I try to play innocent.

“You made me shift. I couldn’t calm down; he wants me to claim you. Now. Again.” He growled, pinning me to the bed. He snarled, and leaned into my face. He was within a kiss’s reach; he was so close to me I could see his fangs. “And I Do Not like that you smell of another male.” He snarled softly.

His eyes were black, and he nipped my mark, making me gasp from the tingles. “Little mate… I do not want to claim you, you are already mine. I want to fuck you. Teach you that your place is under me screaming my name for the forest to hear. I do not like this disrespect… but I lose myself in your fire. Now…” He licked his lips. “Strip, my little mate…. on her last day of heat.” He snarled softly.

I didn’t know what to say or how to react to his boldness. He got off me, watching me take off my shirt. I did it slowly, and he growled approvingly. I took off my bra and pants, then my panties. I still had razors, so I was smooth down there. I was starting to get aroused on seeing how ready he was, but he would need to learn. I am not a damn sexdoll, and as tempting as he sounded, I would make him work for it.

I covered myself with the sheets and started to get ready for bed. At first, he looked confused, then upset. “Little mate.” He said climbing on top of me, over the sheets. Feeling him so close was really making me ready for a round with my mate, but I would not waver. My wolf protested, and vowed to take over if I didn’t stop messing with him.

I humphed, turning to the side, but he made me face him. He looked in my eyes intensely. “My little mate…” He said with gentle growls and nipped my mark spot again. I moaned loudly, and I almost removed the blanket. “Have I angered you?” He whispered in my ear, I could feel his breath cascade down me, and it gave me a shiver. “I do not understand.” He mumbled, reaching for the thick sheets.

He slowly got underneath it, and licked my neck, and I moaned a little louder, biting my lip. “I smell that you want more, why do you deny yourself? I could make you scream little mate. Let me show you what the king of the forest can do for his queen.” He mumbled a whisper in my ear.

“How do I have a Heat Ven?” I ask, putting my hand on his cheek. He snarled softly, and closed his eyes. He hummed in contentment and took a deep breath through his nose.

“It is my fault.” He admitted. “I am the Wild. I am Blood. I am Death, living within the mind of a man who is a warrior of Rage. I make Glitter wet….” He growled a rumble, kissing me roughly, and I felt his member on my stomach. He was right. Glitter presented herself to our Alpha, and he most likely saw it too through our bond. “I make you wet.” He grumbled, pulling the sheet off us completely. He kissed me hungrily, leaving no compromise, and now without the blanket, his member rubbed on my stomach bare, and the sensations caused me to feel my core heat up.

“But I am not your lesser.” I said on gasped breath. I meant to growl at him, but it came out as a wanting whine. Everything he was doing, was sending tingles to my core. It was making it hard to concentrate.

“No.” He kissed my left breast and cupped the other, kneading it. “You are my half the goddess gave me, but you will not disrespect me.” He said, licking me down to my navel. I moaned. I saw his wolf smile. Ven was going to torment me, and I was going to love every moment of it. “I have never had anyone tell me to fuck off so creatively little mate…” He grumbled.

“And I’ll do it again.” I stuttered. I was having trouble talking as confidently as I wanted now. He snarled, showing his fangs, then he nipped me gently, from my navel up to my collarbone, trailing to my lips. He gave a hungry kiss, and looked at me with lustful eyes.