The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 73

Isabelle

I cried in my father’s house, and not a soul was happy in that living room this day. Well… for the past week. My mate was murdered illegally with silver. He was in the morgue at my pack, waiting for me to return. They hadn’t done anything to the body yet, and I didn’t know if I should command them too... He wasn’t rotting…. But they told me it was because he was on ice. In situations like that, it wasn’t a good idea to do anything, as he could revive but I felt nothing.

I no longer felt him. It meant he was really truly dead….and I would never see him again.

I didn’t care what they did to Ryan and that asswhole, who wanted revenge for an old score to settle. The warrior confessed that Bryson killed his mate back when he fought Vincent. He was one of the goons he used to try and kill my mate, borrowed by him to get his pack back… so it was self-defense. No one is just going to let you poison them with nerve pain toxins slowly!

I snarled with my wolf, shifting in the living room, and I chewed the couch. I couldn’t rip it, which only added to my frustration.

“Izzy no!” My dad yelled, shifted and pinned me to the floor in a second, forcing me to shift back.

“Let me have this!” I snarled at him, and he snarled back that made me submit. He expressed a dominance on me I’d never felt from him, and it scared Glitter to behave.

I know you feel terrible, and broken, but I will not let you lose yourself to your rage. The couch will become an innocent wolf’s limb in moments. NEVER let your wolf have its way when you feel like this; they will use your true power. He warned in wolf, getting off and shifting back.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled, feeling conflicted… and I heard my pups crying. They screamed in their little basket startled awake from my snarls and dad’s ferocity. I felt guilty for that… and I picked them up one by one until I had all three, and sat down with them. I rummaged around for their bottles and my pump, the only things I took with me, and they weren’t hungry. They were scared. “Oh little ones mommy has you.” I tired soothing them, but it didn’t work. I cooed them in wolf, and they still didn’t quiet for a little while, which was rare.

“You’re upset and they’re sensitive to it.” Said my mom, who put her hand on my shoulder. She too was upset. She worried for my wellbeing… That the pups and me were safe were what she clung to for hope, and I would let her have that.

Zack chose to stay a Beta, and my dad was standing Alpha, as he was a more than strong enough to do so. No one would touch or try to break up the large territory Bryson had created through his own strength… at least not yet. Wolves were still afraid of his dying words, that I hoped were true. And no one wanted to piss off my dad that most now knew that he was the Crown Prince. Dad was the maybe the strongest living wolf alive besides the council…. It was to the point to where he didn’t get challenges anymore.

The kids finally went to bed… and I was still in the living room. I don’t know for how long, but I knew I couldn’t stay like this. I Had to continue to be hope for my people, even if I wasn’t there.

I went into my room, and pulled out my phone while the pups were asleep, logging in with Bryson’s password. I did what Zack couldn’t, and I shot him a text letting him know that I would not let him down like that. I felt like if I didn’t do something… I would give in to Glitter again.

I really wanted to. I felt like I wanted to just drive to Ryan’s pack and shift, letting my wolf have full control, but that would be stupid…. I had to worry for my children now. At least until they were old enough to protect themselves.

They softly squeaked in their sleep, unaware that their mother was on the verge of just going on a rampage, but I composed myself. There was a knock at the door. I knew without looking that it was my brother.

“Sis.” He said with a stern face, and came in, sitting on the bed next to me and my pups. Mini was with him, looking concerned, but quiet. She probably didn’t know what to say. What do you tell someone who had everything they could dream of, only for it to be ripped from them?

“I don’t wanna talk Caleb.” I told him, not looking at him. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

“I’m not here to talk.” He said sternly, hugging me. I still had tears to shed, but he would not see them.

I’m here for support.” We both said it at the same time, and both of us laughed a bit. Though, we could always do that. Of all the littermates I had in this house, my bond with my little brother was the strongest.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Said Mini, coming to hug me, and I smiled softly. They made me feel ever so slightly better about this. Grandmother was coming to heal the wound of the bond breaking… but I would always yearn for him. I would always want for him to be at my side… and my wolf would always howl for him… and when I died, I still would not have him…. He belongs to his father, and I, the Pale Lady.

My brother didn’t hear me, but he could tell that I was unhappy about this. I’d told him what happened with me, and my mate’s true father… he was with him now, probably plotting to destroy the world… but I would let him if it meant he would hold me again.

“Sis… this will work out…. I know it will.” He tried to reassure me, and he held me for a while longer until he was falling asleep on me. My brother was massive, so I just let him lay down with Mini in here with me… it isn’t like I wanted to be alone anyway.

I dreamt of the time we met. The first time we slept in the same bed, the first time he laughed with me…. The first time he took me under the stars…. He felt like he was there, but when I woke up, I had to feed my pups. They were all greedy today, opting to literally gulp their milk in gulps that caused Tyson to fart.

My Lady. Little boy you’re so rude. I told him in wolf, while my brother and best friend were asleep. There was a knock at the threshold of my door.

“Izzy I know you aren’t ok… but you didn’t eat yesterday, so I brought you elk, your favorite and some eggs toast and bacon….” Said mom, standing next to Uncle Connor and my Aunt Shelly. They looked worried for me, but I wasn’t hungry.

“I’m ok… just set it over there.” I said quietly, but they all shook their heads.

“No, if you don’t eat… the pups will get poor milk.” Aunt Shelly warned and she was right…. They were all I really had left…

I ate, but it tasted like nothing… not even the bacon. I loved bacon…. So did my wolf… but right now my orange juice tasted like I had just brushed my teeth… Dad came and put his hand on my shoulder, and rubbed my back.

“I know it’s hard my little girl…. Who braved the wilds to find her mate… and for her mate who was taken by the Lord of Darkness… his father will be merciful.” He said quietly, trying to make me feel better.

“Not helping dad, but thank you… I was wondering… would it hurt less to talk to Him?” I asked and dad shook his head.

“The Horned One helped you because he wanted his grandchildren. If he really wanted Bryson to live, he would be standing here…. Don’t mess with him. That isn’t the kind of God to get the attention of.” He told me seriously, and he was right… if he wanted him alive, he would have done so already.

I didn’t cry this time; I was too numb, and I had shed too many tears already. “We can watch the pups so you can shower.” He said picking up all three at the same time, and they needed to be bathed too, so I reluctantly left them too it. I trusted them. I knew that they meant well… I just. This was painful. It was almost physically painful. I longed to feel the other end of my bond…

I hated that I washed off the last of my mate’s fleeting scent off me… I didn’t know what to do. How does one make this stop? How do I stop feeling like this? It’s worse than heartbreak… I feel like I lost half my soul. He was, said my wolf somberly, and I had to ignore her for a moment. I went to dad’s office to see him playing with the pups as his wolf. They had no coordination, but they wagged their tails, pawing at dad’s massive claws with their little ones. They were so tiny…. Their little paws were really no bigger than a dime.

Then I heard it. Kaizen barked for the first time. It melted my heart. Dad shifted, picking him up and holding him high in the air. This one will be a warrior! He snarled in wolf loud enough for everyone in the house to hear, and I shook my head.