Chapter 16

Blaises POV

"umm... Alex you're naked" I say blushing now as she stops kissing me suddenly realizing it herself.

"Blaise don't look!" she screams blushing as she cover her boobs with her arm and she kneels down hiding her lower part.

"I'm not, I'm not" I say looking away. I begin to take of my shirt and she screams "Blaise what are you doing?!"

"calm down I'm just giving you my shirt so you can wear it" I say still looking away as I extend my arm. "here take it"

she quickly takes it "no matter what don't look, okay?" she asks "yeah yeah" I say closing my eyes now.

"you can open them now." she says standing up now with my shirt on. I can't help but stare at her. she looks absolutely gorgeous and tempting.

"you should go now" I say with a sigh as I look away from her.

"why?" she asks with hurt expression. 

"just go" I say closing my eyes and trying to calm my breathing down.

she kneels and with her hands she turns my head towards her "are you mad at me?" she asks with glassy eyes.

I sigh as I pull her closer to me. I wrap my arms around her waist and in her ear I whisper "if you don't go now I just might take you right her, right now." she shudders.

"umm... maybe I should go" she says quickly standing up to walk towards her room as I just sit there on the ground. trying to control myself, because if I don't ill follow her and ill end up doing something I might later regret.

I never believed the stories that people told, the stories that my father would tell me. the day my mother died, my father completely broke down. it was strange since he never wavered.

he was a strong man with a humor. he would play pranks on people and tell them jokes to make them smile.

he played music to move them and to make people feel his feelings. not once did I ever see him break down until that day. he became so weak that he looked as if he was a small lost child.

as the days would pass he would just drink all sorts of drinks with wolfsbane in order to forget but nothing would work.

there came a time when he began to talk his feelings out to me as I just sat there in front of him and his chair.

"Blaise my boy, I'm sorry." he took a sip of his drink and then threw it across the room as it broke making me flinch. "Blaise, Time doesn't heal anything... It just teaches us how to live" he wiped his tears "with the pain... and I don't want to live like that." he began to cry again as he whispered 'I'm sorry' over and over.

Back then I didn't understand what he meant by that. until the next day when I found him hanging from the roof of the house.

I hated him all of my life for being a coward. I never understood how could a bond be strong enough to kill you. Until the moment I met Alex and I felt it myself, my fathers words came back to me. 'don't judge me boy, unless you have walked in my shoes, do not judge me'

Richards POV

 "how is he?" I ask the pack doctor nervously.

"He’s healing fast due to his strong position as the king but he'll wake up in about an hour." he says as we both look at the king laying down on the bed with blood all over him.

"what about his wife?" I ask pointing at Kendra who is in the bed next to his.

"shes going to be alright. she just suffered a shock." the doctor says as James comes walking inside of the room, panting like a dog. "don't worry they are gonna be fine"  I say looking at them.

his eyes immediately show relief as he stops panting to sigh. "thank goodness" he passes a hand through his hair and he turns to look at the king who is wearing a pair of shorts. "so this is the famous king mark" he says putting his hand in the kings shoulder. 

the mark of the king is similar to a tattoo. it glows from time to time depending on the feelings of the king. the queen has one similar in her other shoulder. these marks aren't given according to who is female or male they are actually given in a mysterious way. they get passed down through royalty blood only and when they are passed down no one knows which mark they will get. the one with the black and red markings, or the one with the black and blue markings.

according to the stories, the marks represent strength and they come with powers in order to protect the kingdom from evil. no one has seen these mysterious powers in years because no king or queen have figured out the way to bring them out.

James looks down at the black and red mark in the kings arm in amazement when all of a sudden the mark begins to fade. "I didn't do anything" he says nervously moving away. 

"whats going on?" I ask the doctor as he walks fast towards the king to see his mark completely disappear. he quickly walks towards Kendra and he looks at her arm furiously.

"the marks are gone" he says swallowing hard.

"what does that mean?" I ask stunned.

"they are no longer the king and queen." James says as he looks at the king and queen in pure sadness.

"but who could have the marks?" I ask holding my breath.

"only those with royal blood can have those marks" the doctor states looking at the queen.

"but they only have a four year old, Fredrick."

"its still possibly he might have one." James says as he walks out of the room as fast as he can.