The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 51

Isabelle

I rode in the car with Bryson, and the women who were my protectors stayed behind to make sure no one snuck into the house.

“Wildflower, of all the wolves she has hurt, she has hurt you the most. She has been punished, and allowed mercy, only to spit it back in your face.” He said with a small snarl.

“That’s Why I punished her… because I thought you would kill Zack, well everyone in the area really. Alphas aren’t known for keeping cool when their mate is concerned.” I told him honestly.

“I control myself little mate, because I promised you. I intend to keep it.” He said with conviction. I didn’t even remember until he mentioned it.

“Well, thank you for behaving.” I said, putting my hand on his while he drove. The prison here was much smaller than the maximum security complex ran by dad. This place looked like a small county jail….

I followed Bryson into the small, but clean jail, and I smelled it: Heat. She was an unmated female in heat. Absolutely unheard of. All the unmated males had to be reassigned while she whined in her cell, pained for sex.

“Why wasn’t I like this….” I mumbled out loud.

“I was around you the entire time, and I mated you before you got to this point. She has at least 3 or 4 more days by the smell of it. It’s longer when you don’t mate.” Said Bryson shaking his head.

“Alpha please release me.” She begged. “How do you make this stop?” She whined. It was an invitational whine, one that screamed for all to hear that she was in need.

“Rot.” I said bitterly. It surprised the guards and Bryson, but I didn’t care. “You brought this on your damn self, lusting for an Already mated male. Your wolf is no better. Instead of stopping you, she tried enticing My male with her heat. All you both have done was create a situation where lustful unmated males could all gang up on you and get you pregnant.” I spat.

“My mate is right. You should have kneeled to your Luna, instead of rouse my wrath.” Said Bryson, standing closer to me, and putting his hand on my shoulder.

She shed bitter tears. “Fuck you!” She yelled in pain. Bryson took a step forward, but I stopped him.

“He does that very well and often thank you.” I stated calmly before Bryson could say anything. “I think I’ve made my ruling my strong mate.” I said putting my hands on his broad back, and he looked down at me, listening to what I had to say. “Let her rot here until her heat is over, then execute her publicly.” I said without emotion. She was a threat, and I would not let her live a moment longer.

“I thought you were going to banish her as she is now.” He said scratching his chin.

“No that would be too cruel. She was just an idiot. The kind of she wolf who let her instincts of fixation get the better of her instead of thinking with her brain.” I said in frustration.

“My Luna have mercy!” She squealed but I growled at her.

“You were given that multiple times, and each time you got Worse.” I told her angrily.

“I could find my mate and move far away.” She suggested and Bryson scoffed.

“Rather selfish. You would be a true outcast, and would drag another into your fate. Any who fear or pledge to me would not allow you in their pack, and any who knew nothing of me would read your file and see you as a threat to their Luna. This life has nothing for you. It left you the moment you chose to attempt to get your Alpha to commit an act of wrath.” He sneered. She cried.

“I just wanted to be a Luna. How does a fucking mouse get to be Luna?!” she screamed.

“Because this mouse is the Third Princess of Wolves.” I sneered at her, and I walked out after that. There was nothing left to hear.

I walked past Ellie, who had heard it all, but said nothing the entire time. She only kneeled in fear as I passed. “You breathe only a moment longer. I will kill this one soon as well.” Sneered my mate. she shook, and looked like she linked someone.

“He will come for me…” She said trembling at my mate’s feet through the bars.

“Hope he does.” Said Bryson.

-----Bryson------

Alpha, Vincent was seen skirting Half side’s border. Linked my Patrol Warriors.

Do not engage. Do not show him that you saw him. I will come myself. I linked them. I got my mate home, and took off my clothes immediately shifting. I did no howls of challenge, nor did I make any noises to indicate that I was going out hunting. It made the warriors that saw me nervous. I was hard to read, so no one knew what I was up to. My rage was not for my men, it was for only Vincent. Only for enemies.

I ran deep into the forest, and I picked up his scent. He was with 2 wolves that must have been still loyal, even though they betrayed them. They saw me and stood behind their leader, who smelled confident.

Bryson you will die, and I will have four packs instead of two. He boasted, letting out a roar of challenge. We were around trees in the deep part of the forest. Typically, we fight with more space, but I didn’t care.

You and your allies will die this night. I am done playing games with you. I said charging him, and the other wolves joined in our fight. Soon there were more wolves, making a total of 5 to 1, but he didn’t directly join. He sat while the other 4 tried to take me down.

We gnashed teeth and claw, and I felt unnaturally tired. He thought that he could poison me, as I could smell a sweetness in the air. It had to have been silver bane. It was a variety of wolf’s bane that was a tad stronger than the original flower, bred with hemlock using magic.

I coughed blood, but I ripped out the throat of one of the wolves that jumped on me. I was moving slower, but my blows were fatal to two more. I reared on the last of his friends, and broke his ribs. He wasn’t dead, but he was too injured to get up.

Child’s play. Sneered Vincent. You still fight like the scared little boy who wanted daddy to love him. He common linked with his head high. He thought he would send me into a rage as we fought, but I was clear minded. He reared on his back legs, and we fought snarling, drawing a small crowd of worried warriors. They saw the bodies, so this fight was illegal, but I didn’t want help. We broke away from each other.

We circled each other slowly in a dance of death. He thought that because I was poisoned, that he could win. The problem was that this was made to cause pain, but I don’t feel that. I was born for war. It was all I knew for most of my life.

Maybe I might take that woman of yours and make her the pack’s pet. He laughed, and I growled, coughing blood on shaky legs. No matter how much he poisoned me, I wanted to finish this fight the honorable way. I don’t know why I felt this way, but I wouldn’t let him win.

I fight with honor. I wasn’t the one betraying my wolves and slinking in the shadows like a dog, tail between his legs. Your cheap tricks, mind games, nor poison will work. I common linked, ignoring my wolf.

Fuck you! He screamed in a common link, and clawed my chest. His claws were coated with poison, and I coughed more blood. I let my wolf take over. I didn’t feel pain, but it did make me angrier. I grabbed him by the paw as he lunged it at me, and I snapped it off his body. He turned tail to run, but with his injury, he could no longer do so.

He screamed in pain and I took the opportunity to break his back leg. I broke his spine, and I broke his other leg. He shifted, but I didn’t care. He would die slowly. I didn’t even want his pelt. I took my claws and broke each rib one at a time, careful not to puncture anything.

I shifted so I could have more control. I dragged him by his hair headed to the prison. I didn’t care if he died, but I doubted it. I didn’t do any bloody or large damage to anything important. “Had you left my mate’s name out of your mouth, I would have just killed you.” I told him. He could only moan in response. He was barely conscious.

No one questioned me, seeing me drag him to the prison like this, and I tossed him in the cell next to his mate. She cried a wail that hurt my ears, and I left out without turning around. I didn’t care. They transgressed. They die. It was simple.