Chapter 11 Making More Friends
CHAPTER 11: Making More Friends
Seraphine's POV
The room felt smaller every minute I stayed in it.
I paced Aric’s quarters like a trapped animal with ny bare feet brushing cold stone and my hands curling and uncurling at my sides. The walls were too close, the windows too high and even the air felt watched. This was a prison dressed up as a palace.
I was never the one to obey orders to the latter but right now.. at that moment.. I really had no choice really. It was either this or nothing. Time and time again I had the thought to burst out of the place but still my discipline held me back.
I stopped near the door, listening but there was nothing.. just silence and the distant sound of guards moving through halls that weren’t mine.
I hated it.. I hated him and I hated how my body still remembered the way his hand had felt on my neck. I scowled at myself.. Disgusting!
The door suddenly opened and I stiffened as Aric walked in. My spine straightened out of pure instinct with my face already arranged into something soft and harmless… weak human bride.. that was my role now but he wasn’t alone.
The moment my eyes landed on the lycan behind him, my blood went cold.
Oh no. Not him! Not the fucking Lycan I had hunted down shortly before being give to the Lycan King as a bride.
He stood tall with his arms crossed and his ugly scarred face twisted into something close to satisfaction. I recognized him instantly. Same build, same smell and the same stupid arrogance.
The lycan I had hunted down.. the one I had captured and handed over to the human army a while ago and the same one I had tackled to the ground in the throne room on my first day here.
Trouble didn’t just walk in, it strutted and internally, I was beginning to regret why I had reacted agressively tackling the Lycan down when he provoked me. I was supposed to out here pretending to be the weak human bride and not making more friends!
Aric shut the door behind them and faed me.
“This soldier has something interesting to say about you.”
Sardor’s lips curled.
“More than interesting, my king.”
My heart thumped once and hard but I forced a laugh.
“If he’s here to complain about his bruised pride again, I suggest you ignore him.”
Aric’s eyes never left my face.
“He claims you are no weak human.”
I said nothing and he went on.
“He says you’re a trained lycan hunter,” Aric continued. “One who worked with the human army specially hunting down our kind. Says you're faster, stronger and sharper than any other human.”
My stomach dropped. Fuck! They were already unto me!
I forced myself to stay calm and then I smiled brightly.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Sardor snorted.
“She’s lying.”
I turned to him.
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” he snapped. “She hunted me, trapped me and bound me with silver restraints.”
I shrugged.
“Sounds like a nightmare you’re still crying over.”
His eyes burned.
“And in the throne room, she tackled me like a soldier with no hesitation and no fear. You saw that, my king.”
I laughed loudly.
“Or maybe you’re just a weak lycan who couldn’t handle being embarrassed by a normal human girl.”
Aric’s gaze sharpened and Sardor growled.
“Watch your mouth you filthy bitch!”
“Oh, I hit a nerve,” I said sweetly. “You should work on that temper. Makes you sloppy.”
His claws slid out.
“You little...”
“Enough,” Aric said sharply.
Sardor turned to him.
“My king...”
“I said enough,” Aric repeated, stepping between us. “Leave now!”
Sardor glared at me with his eyes promising violence and then a slow and ugly smile touched his lips before he bowed and walked out.
As the door closed, one thought echoed in my head. I should have killed him when I had the fucking chance!
Aric turned to me.
“Whatever game you’re playing,” he said quietly, “I’m onto you.”
My pulse raced but my face stayed calm.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Without warning, his claws flashed and they moved so fast the air sliced in it's path.
My instincts screamed and every muscle in my body begged me to react. Kill. Defend. Strike but I didn’t.
I forced myself to stay still and his claws stopped inches from my throat. I gasped softly with eyes wide and my knees purposely weak.
“P-please,” I whispered. “I didn’t do anything.”
His eyes searched my face sharply and darkly and I could see clearly that he wasn’t satisfied.. not even close.
“I’m watching you,” he said coldly. “One wrong move and I'll be unto you, human!”
Then he turned and left and the door slammed shut in his wake. I sagged against the wall, breathing hard.
That was too close.. that was too fucking close!
I stayed in that room the rest of the day. I didn’t move much and didn’t eat much.. just waited and dusk crept in slowly and then the door opened again and an older maid marched in with her face hard and sour. She dumped a pile of sheets on the bed.
“There,” she snapped.
I frowned.
“Where’s Maya?”
She scoffed.
“Busy.”
“With what?”
“None of your business, human.”
I straightened.
“You don’t have to be rude.”
She scoffed again.
“You don’t have to exist.”
I smiled thinly.
“Funny. For someone folding my sheets.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Watch your tongue, bitch.”
I’d had enough.
“I’m done sitting in this room,” I said, walking past her. “Move.”
She stepped in front of the door.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I leaned closer.
“Or what?”
Her lip curled.
“You’ll learn your place.”
I opened the door and slammed straight into a solid chest. Strong arms caught me automatically and our lips collided…!
For one stunned second, the world stopped as I felt his warm firm lips on mine.. Did I just kiss the Lycan King…?!