The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 69

Isabelle

“I didn’t know what to think at first when I got the call that you killed Alpha Black… but for what it’s worth, I’m behind you.” Beta Martini smiled big, and my mate stopped looking like he was ready to fight.

“This is nice, but all of you should leave, since some of you live a ways away.” He said with the smallest smile on his face.

“Will do Alpha. Alright everyone let’s give him some space.” Said Beta Zack, and they all slowly left out except Hazel, who slipped in as everyone was leaving.

“Luna, I have the report you requested, and it’s a doozy.” She said with a small frown.

“Speak.” I told her, skimming through all the random lawsuits and pack disputes that I’d missed ruling on.

“He’s bought firearms. This is a council offense. It was outlawed in the 1700’s for him to have Silver bullets of any kind. Just regular in the event of a human attack, and even then, it’s looked down upon.” She said, and his wolf snarled.

“Bryson stop or you’ll make her too nervous to continue.” I chastised and he grumbled a ‘fine’.

“Um, The High Advisor is on his way to personally investigate this further, but by the time he comes, I feel He would have destroyed or hid it all.” She said quietly.

“The only way he got that ammo was a human.” I said thinking out loud.

“Warrior Kyle can hack his database again.” She suggested but I shook my head.

“Hopefully he has screenshots, yes?” I asked and she nodded. “Look for aliases and have the most human Omega follow up, capture him, and hold him for evidence.” I said with my fingers interlaced. My pups ignorantly squeaked on my desk playing, but no one would notice that. Well, they did… but we pretended we didn’t. This was serious.

They looked at me with respect, but that would have to wait. Grace made a mess all over my desk. Bryson boomed a laugh, picking up my wet pups with a towel and I put my hand on my forehead.

“Get me a paper towel.” I complained, which made him laugh harder.

“Um… I’ll come back later.” Said Hazel and she saw herself out. She had been holding in a good laugh and I could hear it when she left out the room. I rolled my eyes.

My pup had scared herself with her wetness and she complained in screams. She didn’t want a bath, but they would get one anyway. Just not in the tub; they were too small for that. I got a little bucket from out our room, that had been remodeled to be pup proof, and the room smelled of bitter cherry spray. I remember that’s what mom ordered to stop me and my littermates from assaulting the table when we were little, and I would have to use it now. The irony. I filled their bath with gentle tear free baby soap, and warm water. My office desk now smelled of pup, but thankfully…. Nothing important was on my desk at the time. I could reprint the rest.

Bryson helped, and they screamed bloody murder, which also made him laugh. They were checked to make sure they didn’t have to go more, which of course they did…. I giggled and he smiled. Lady they were stink pots. We wrapped each one in a burrito of towel, and they went to sleep in his arms.

“I still feel like I’m going to wake up in one of my migration sites.” He said looking down at them, putting them in a dog bed next to his desk. I’d got it from Arrowzon.

“Well, I would with you.” I hugged him, and he hummed softly. We kissed quietly in the middle of our office, and I felt sparks where his hands moved down my back, so he could press me against him. I rubbed my scent on him, and he smelled my hair.

“I love you my small wildflower.” He whispered, and his horns came out. I don’t know why he hides them so much. They weren’t a secret, nor did anyone mind.

“I love you too.” I told him back, kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He grabbed my hand in his, and gently pushed it down. I wondered where he was going with this, and I soon found out.

He was hard.

“Lady Damnit Bryson!” I squealed at him blushing, yanking my hand away, and he laughed loud enough that he had to hold his stomach.

“Come here babygirl.” He teased, trying to imitate my father. I laughed with him now. We were both in good spirits, and I would just enjoy this moment of silliness.

“Oh My Lady You’re Fired! Fired I say, by the order of joke police! Pack your Shit and get Out!” I screamed playfully at him, balling up a paper ball and throwing it at him, it got him on the horn, sticking to the end of it like a pom-pom, and I was now the one who laughed the loudest. We were being absolute goofballs, and I had never seen this part of my mate before.

“Oh no, not the joke police! I’ll behave officer!” He complained picking me up, and kissing me on the forehead.

“Alright…. I’ll let you off with a warning.” I snarled playfully. My mate was behaving strangely, but I wouldn’t ruin the mood.

My wolf became restless, though she was content. …the pups are safe…I want to go outside, whined Glitter. As much as I wanted to stay with Bryson, she needed this. I would bring the serious topic up later… I was feeling restless since I hadn’t shifted outside in a while.

“Do you mind if I go for a run?” I asked him and he growled a definite ‘no’. He took the basket of our pups downstairs with me, but I still would try to convince him. We were safe in HalfMoon; there were multiple packs that Bryson ruled between us and any threats.

“I will not have you running off for some reckless plan.” He said sternly, but I shook my head.

“Bryson…. Ryan’s pack borders OpalMoon! I would have to be able to fly to get there on a run.” I said with a chuckle, and he cracked a smile.

“You will have escorts, and go no farther than 2 miles out. I want to be able to still smell you.” He warned and I nodded. He sat the basket down and plugged the warm bed up behind the TV. I didn’t think he would, but he sat on the couch with some warriors.

They were watching wrestling, and he seemed more than happy with himself. The pups would probably wake up, but then they could just get played out or put back with a little coaxing. They were already dried, bathed, and potty timed. When they got up, they would be fed, and play with us about midnight and go back about 3. We were used to their schedule now, and we took turns during the night since I used the breast pump in advance today.

There has to be a way to help my mate, but I needed to clear my head. I would confront my mate about what to do with Ryan later… and I thought about how visions worked. Interference can sometimes be the reason why they happen… and it made me wonder should I do anything.

“Luna, we will use the South Trail around the pack district.” Said Warrior Commander Paul. He would accompany me, as he was as strong as Delta.

“Ok” I said over my shoulder. My warriors looked ready to go, and I had put on some running shoes. We left out the packhouse, all the while I tried to keep my thoughts private from my mate until I left out the door. He was smiling among his wolves… which was incredibly rare… he was genuinely happy, and I didn’t want to be a wet blanket and ruin it with most likely an argument. I knew my mate… if he had planned on doing something, he would have left already.

I ran with my inner guards. It had been a minute since I had done anything to exercise… and soon I found that running as a human wasn’t enough. The trail was fine, and had more than enough space for us to jog with me in the center surrounded by my female guards, encircled by their mates.

I almost felt bad that I had to drag everyone out of whatever they were doing… but I really did need this. This was the first time since having the pups that I’d done anything for myself to get back in shape.

“Stop guys.” I said, taking off my clothes about a mile in, and shifting. Half of the others did with me, while the others stayed human formed so that they could run with us, holding our clothes. I wasn’t going to go full speed. I didn’t think I could, but no one needed to know that. To anyone who wasn’t informed, they wouldn’t know that I died… and they definitely wouldn’t know that I was sick. He may have brought me back, but he did nothing other than keep me from dying. My soul was tethered to this body… though I am stronger. Much stronger than while I was pregnant.

I trotted a slow pace, which for those who held their human shape was more of a full on run. They were warriors, and they train every day, so no one complained… but I didn’t think they would anyway.