The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 80

Isabelle

I tossed and turned in my sleep, this was nothing new. I had trouble thinking of anything other than my mate, who would hold me as I slept… making me feel safe. I wasn’t. Not even hear. I saw Zack last week… he tried hiding how beat up he was, and I knew that there had to be discourse in the pack. Though not many wolves left, some still did. They too felt the fear of uncertainty.

They were afraid that someone would take over, or that dad wouldn’t care because he wasn’t their Alpha… who was also ragged and tired. he didn’t understand how Bryson did it all. Bryson did it all until his hands were raw because he had a dedication to his people. Dad was born a leader… and in a way I was too. Even when I didn’t have my wolf, people kneeled to me.

Bryson didn’t get that. Bryson got sneers, fights, and suspicion thrown on him. He’d never had anything given to him…. but when he got it, he cherished it. Like he cherished me. I rolled out of bed. I would eat something. It didn’t taste like anything but they need me to eat. If I didn’t my milk would be like water… and they would be hungry. I couldn’t have that.

I saw my Uncle Connor watching TV downstairs, but his eyes were red. “Morning Uncle.” I said, seeing him turn his head my way lazily, then he went back to watching TV.

“Hello Isabelle.” He said flatly. It was his wolf. I wondered why he was his wolf, but realistically I had to get to my pups.

“I’m going to bed, whatever it is, I’m glad you’re down here watching the house.” I told him, walking to the stars.

“There is no anger. I like North Park.” He said with a small smile. I shook my head; even his wolf was chill at moments.

I ate silently, swiftly and used my pump to make them milk for when they got up in the next couple hours. I could make enough for about half the day, since they still slept so much. Though now their eyes were open, and they could wiggle really fast across the floor… almost my walking speed.

I put the milk in the fridge, and went to the bed, only to see a hallucination. He sat there looking at them, and then at me. I closed my eyes and shook my head. It wasn’t enough to make it go away this time. I sighed and tried to get in bed past the damn thing but it was solid.

“They’ve really grown….” Said Bryson with a smirk. My heart leapt in my chest, thundering in my ears, and tears welling in my eyes. I ran to him and jumped on his neck. I hugged him tightly, and I smelled his scent… he smelled different, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming… I don’t think I can bare that.” I said kissing him on the cheek, then on the lips.

“I’m alive. I only felt I was gone a day… but I heard I was gone for four months…. Forgive me.” He whispered in my ear, embracing me gently, as if he were afraid he was going to hurt me.

“Don’t be sorry Bryson… you were murdered.” I told him, and he hummed softly, smelling my hair, and I snuggled into him. The pups were asleep, but I soon heard my father tap lightly on the threshold of the door. He yawned.

“Welcome to the world of the living.” He said, smiling wide with mom next to him.

“Thank you, Kaiden, for taking care of my pack and family while I roamed the realm of the dead.” He said with a small smile, and I growled softly. It was my wolf’s doing, and I had to fight her before I just gave up, and let her take over. She climbed all over him, shifting, and licking his face.

“Glitter calm down.” He chuckled, and he hugged our neck. I took over so I could shift back and get on more clothes. There were more knocks on the door, and it was my Aunt Shelly, Eric, and a few warriors. I swear the entire pack wanted to see my mate. My father’s floor was flooded by curious eyes and ears of wolves who wanted to see that my mate was alive, but I wanted alone time with him.

Bryson was surprisingly calm about all this, and he carried me. “Out.” He said without a growl, but his face was stern as stone.

They left, and I held him, and he told me of his travels in the spirit world. I rested my head on his lap, and he hummed gently. I went to sleep, holding his legs while I rested on his lap. I knew he would be gone in the morning… he always was. I lamented that I felt tired. I wanted to hug him a little longer. No we do not dream, growled my wolf like she always did in this particular dream.

When the sun came up, I half expected to be alone… but he was there next to me, with the pups on his chest, and his mouth open. His horns were still out, which was strange, since he usually sleeps with them away. I didn’t really care. I was glad he was back.

I the pups seemed to come to life, and they ate with ferocious gulps. I smiled, looking at my mate sleep soundly, and watching the sun come up. I saw his eyes pop open once the sun hit the curtains, and he sat up swiftly darting his eyes around for danger. “I didn’t sleep as a spirit… so it felt strange.” He admitted, and he kissed me good morning.

“Well thankfully, you’re here for me now. Come on, let’s go downstairs.” I told him but he shook his head.

“I came here actually to get you and take you home… but when I saw your sleeping face, I let you and the pups rest.” He said gently, and he stroked my hair.

“Then if that’s the case, the only thing I really need is the stuff in the fridge and my pump.” I told him, and he nodded. I put the pups in their new basket. He got the food, and we went downstairs only to be greeted by everyone who could fit in the packhouse.

“I will be sure to visit soon.” Said mom, hugging me tightly, and I growled softly at her. My hands were full, so I couldn’t hug her back, but the pups tried getting out to lick their grandmother.

“I know mom, and I look forward to it.” I giggled, feeling them nibble my fingers.

Dad got his keys, and he tossed them to Bryson. “Be safe, and call me if you guys need me.” He said biting into what looked like boar meat. I wondered when he went hunting.

“We’ll be off then.” Said my mate, and I left happily with him to the car after we said our goodbyes. The drive was so fresh and nice. The cool fall air was crisp, and the leaves were just about ready to start changing.

He drove like he usually does, but something was off. There were no black speckles in his iris…. Our wolves were always with us. The little speckles signified that we had a wolf, and that it was active, but his rubies were were dull. I could only feel the man in our bond…. But what of the wolf?

“Bryson… where’s Ven?” I asked. He was silent for a while until he took a deep breath. I knew it was something he didn’t why to tell me, or admit.

“He’s dormant for the time being… but I don’t know how long.” He said admittedly.

“Damn… well at least you’re back.” I said with a small smile, but he didn’t return it.

“I hope he wakes up soon… I think this is how an Omega feels.” He said for some reason and I almost laughed. I got what he meant, but I figured I should reassure him instead of poke fun…

“Bryson… you still smell like an Alpha, but he will return I know it.” I told him putting my hand on his and running my thumb across to console him. He didn’t seem too upset, but I knew what he was worried about. He was worried about the other wolves finding out that he didn’t have a wolf right now.

We didn’t know how long it would take him to revive fully, but if anyone found out before hand, they might challenge. They could kill him…. they could kill him before he had a chance to defend himself and that realization no longer made me want to laugh. I had faith in my mate though, I knew no one would defeat him in a fair fight… but lately, I’ve realized how honor among wolves and Rouges is thin.

“I see your concern, Isabelle. I will be fine. I have bested many without my form. Even now I feel as strong as I was, so I should be fine. The problem would most likely be that someone tires to kill me before Ven comes back.”