The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 31

Bryson

The warriors in their shifted forms saw, and linked me congratulations. I nodded to them slinging the boar over my shoulder, while my arm was already halfway healed. This wasn’t something I took… these wolves came to me. I had created a pack all my own with the help of my mate, but there were no words I could share with her… none that would show her how much she meant to me. The walk home as a man felt like a dream.

I gutted the pig and skinned it, while the pack members already had a deer on fire fresh from the forest. Tonight, was a celebration, and it would be my first. My little mate ran up to me, crashing herself into my chest, and hugging me as hard as she could. She nuzzled into me and I patted her soft frizzy hair, relishing her scent. “My grandfather’s coming with the paperwork and everything!” She said snuggling me, and growling softly. I wrapped my arms around her, caging her to me, and I responded. She was a small ball of energy, grabbing my hand and it seemed she wanted to drag me somewhere.

“I also got word that Alpha Chris is pissed that his wolves left, so now he’s got is panties in a bunch, and his warriors are turning around wolves so they can’t leave. OH, and also grandpa is coming to stop those rouges. Oh, and I got texted the pack login information, so here sit and be the first to register yourself!” She chirped happily She put her phone in my hand, and I had no idea what to do with it.

“Isabelle… I’ve lived out here my entire life, I didn’t learn how to use many human things.” I told her honestly, and the pack members that gathered around us looked concerned, but my mate was unphased.

“Then I can teach you! My Lady I get to be your Senpai.” She giggled, and many of the younger wolves giggled with her.

“Sin-what?” I asked confused.

“It means ‘teacher’ in Japanese.” She said, I sat her in my lap, while she showed me how to type in my name into the system first. I was a child in the 1700’s, I was used to things being written down.

I noticed my last name wasn’t blank.

“Was that your doing too?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” Now she was confused.

“The last name. I don’t technically have one, my father wouldn’t give me his.” I said with a frown.

“No, that was grandpa’s doing. I think he likes you.” She said bouncing in my lap…. She had better stop. I growled softly as I could…. I didn’t want to be mean but I’m sure she didn’t want to get taken in front of the pack. Ven was behaving because our mate’s touch soothed him, but he would just as soon mate her, because she was like a drug. I tried to focus on what I was doing with the small screen.

“He likes you; he tolerates me.” I corrected. She laughed.

“No. Grandfather is only the wolf. If he does something for you, it’s because he means it. There aren’t ulterior motives with him and grand plots and schemes like the hearts of men. If he didn’t like you, he would have killed you already. That’s just how he is.” She said truthfully and I could understand that. I didn’t hear the fairy tales and bedtime stories as a child. If I did, I would have known that.

As a child all I knew was fighting. Other children, adults, my father who never claimed me. He said it was no way in Hell that he’d be the father of the spawn of the Horned One. I just wasn’t used to acceptance. It was so strange. It felt unreal to wake up next to a woman who wanted to stay with me. My pack didn’t understand me, as I could smell the fear still within the camp, but they tried. They didn’t just run away or shun me. I wasn’t a monster anymore…

“Alpha, are you ok?” Asked Isabelle.

“Yes, I’m just moved by your family’s gesture.” I half lied. She turned around as best as she could and put her knees on my thighs, so she was at my eye level.

She kissed me on the cheek. I know you’re lying, but I’ll leave you alone. She sang in a link.

If you keep teasing me, I will take you right now little mate. I don’t care who sees. I warned her, and I pressed her to my chest so I could smell her hair. Her breasts pressed against me, and I grumbled softly to her. My men jeered, and she slapped my shoulder slightly while hiding her face near my mark. I snarled at the pleasant sensation, and I could feel Ven be roused from not paying attention until now. She smelled of flowers always, but lately she was smelling a little citrusy too. I think it was the shampoo she got from HalfMoon.

-----Isabelle-----

My good Lady, the sparks from him rubbing my back while he crashed me into his chest roused my wolf, who happily presented herself to my mate… and I know he could see that. She was always ready, and honestly, if it meant he would fuck us, she wouldn’t care if he undid his belt in front of everyone and just took me on the table. Yes please. Can he? Will he? She wagged her tail.

Shush you. You … you horny pup! I scolded her blushing. The smirk I saw on Bryson’s face said everything. He heard us.

“What are you thinking little mate?” He teased, licking my neck, earning more jeers. He did this too to claim me in front of the pack. The way he held me, caressed me… it showed them that I was his. It was something Alphas did on reflex, as if it’s instinct. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Nothing.” I said defensively.

“Lies.” He said amused. A hand trailed down my back slowly, and gave my butt a firm squeeze, and he nipped my mark.

I moaned.

“Lady damnit!” I screamed and the pack had a good laugh. I was red as a tomato. I would probably make some of the she wolves jealous. He kissed me on the top of the head, another claim… probably one of the most sacred. The neck and head are the most vulnerable places on someone, to be allowed to touch that area means that you’re trusted completely… so I wanted to test it too.

I stood on Bryson’s lap, because he was so tall, and I bent down slowly, kissing the top of his head for once. He smelled like pine trees on a rainy day now that I smelled his hair. His scent had changed a bit. It was stronger. Allot stronger. He smelled dangerous, it alerted my instincts, but for some reason... it made me want him more. The smell of incredibly powerful male made me hug his neck. It was addicting. It made me want to rub myself on him… it made me want him to fuck me. He sat there, with a look of shock on his face, but it quickly was replaced with the look of an Alpha again.

“So, am I allowed to finish putting in the Douglas family, or are you going to keep your breasts in my face wildflower? Trust me I don’t mind.” He chuckled, holding my hips so I wouldn’t fall. I took one last whiff, and sat back down.

Then I noticed it, some of the she wolves looked jealous. I had done the right thing out of curiosity, and I snuggled into him to rub it in that he was mine. He growled approvingly at my movement, because he was starting to get hard. I was torturing my poor mate, who would throw me on the table and screw me until we were too tired to keep going. Well until I was too tired. He would still be ready to go a third time, but I didn’t have his stamina.

I was swiftly taken out his lap, and placed gently in the empty chair next to him. “I will warn you one last time to behave.” He said, gripping my inner thigh. Then I realized I’d been giving off the smell of my arousal. “I’ve had to fight Ven twice now.” He complained, and tapped away slowly with his large, slightly clawed fingers on my screen. I would need to get a large phone for him if he was going to use it for pack business.

I watched the children play, while he became faster at putting in all the families. He manually wrote in the pack name on their paper files they brought with them. But Bryson insisted he do it, as he needed to sign the last page, and his penmanship was perfect. He looked like he had done it for years, though he lived out here in the wild. I guess in school back then they taught cursive, and wrote only in it... so, I guess you would have to know this. It was a life skill.

It was well into the night when Bryson finished, but by then he tapped on my phone with speed, like he’d used it all his life. I wondered how he’d fair once we got laptops and an office? I could imagine the nice 5 story brick packhouse with a big backyard for the pups to play in.