A tale of healing. Klara has been abused for over half of her life by her father and wolves of her pack. When she finally runs she ends up running straight to her mate - King Marc. Follow Marc and Klara as she learns to trust him and he guides her through her recovery, only to discover that Klara isn't all as she appears. Can be read as a stand-alone but is the second in the Hunterson Royals series. The first in the series - The Imprisoned Princess. - Adelaide, Trey and Wade's story. DISCLAIMER- Trigger warnings. - Depictions of physical abuse and references to (non-graphic) sexual abuse of an adolescent throughout - if this will upset you do not read the Italics 'prologue' before each chapter.
View MoreMarc swept through the palace, all had been quiet for seven years. Well… almost quiet.Giggling reached his ears before he heard his brother growling, “Right you two ratbags, are you behaving?” Marc had to shake his head as he made his way through the Gamma suite. More giggling and shouting ricocheting around. He ran his hand through his hair, a tiny flicker of grey at his temples that he couldn’t deny his pups were giving him. He watched for a moment as Chris threw his four year old to Trey.“My children are not footballs,” he allowed his deep powerful rumble to fill the room.“No, I was going for a rugby ball,” Chris replied, shrugging.“Daddy!” Alice leapt
A knock could be heard on the bedroom door so the two women went back into the bedroom, “Yes?” Klara called.“Only me.” The Former King’s head popped through the door.“Hi, Daddy.”“Your Highness.” Klara bowed slightly.Xander walked through the door, stopping a few feet from Klara before bowing. “It is I who must call you that.” He bowed with his fist on his heart. “Your Highness, you look truly perfect.” He stood for his golden eyes to be shining in fatherly pride. He took the few steps towards her, gripping her hand before placing a gentle kiss to it. “I’d hug you, but I wouldn’t want to ruin that truly spectacular dress, Elsbeth does have good tas
Peace fell back over the Kingdom, the cave system that Klara had discovered led to unclaimed human land. After scouring text from when they first settled in the area, studying any documents… they found nothing. The council put it down to an oversight, either the Silversmith’s were the first to discover the weakness in the lands border… or it had never been written down.They sealed the entrance at the human end, and caved it in at different points. It would never be used to their enemies advantage again. It was hard for the council to admit that the Silversmith’s had outsmarted them, it was a well oiled plan that they luckily brought to a halt. Strategy was noted and documented for use if ever needed. When you almost fail, you must learn and improve, it had been a good learning opportunity for Marc as King.
They fell and instinctively Klara let go, which allowed Marc to grab her to his chest, flipping onto his back just before they crashed to the stone floor below. He groaned, his head blossomed in pain. “Marc!” Wade’s panicked voice came from above, but he obviously didn’t dare get closer.“Fine!” he called up. “Klara?”“Yeah, you’re not too soft to land on though.” She rolled off him gently, getting to her feet before tugging on his arm to pull him up. The light from the now much bigger opening above them shone light on his injuries, “You’re hurt,” she exclaimed, touching above the cut just above his belt. She dropped to her knees and kissed along the wound. ‘Lick it like the mark,’
Klara’s days soon consisted of lessons in etiquette, literature, history, the kingdom’s packs and parenting. Late afternoon Adelaide would take her into the town and around the palace grounds. The kingdom consisted of community pockets, all surrounded by the barrier woods which were guarded and patrolled twenty-four-seven. Every night Klara crawled into bed next to Marc with her head filled with information she was desperately trying to store.“How do you remember this stuff?” she mumbled into the pillow after two weeks of continuous lessons.“You are having quite an intense experience.” He rubbed up and down her back soothingly. “I’m sorry.”“I’m just struggling to take it all in,” she admitted, “There’s so
Marc shifted around in bed, groaning with the ‘My King,” mind link thudding through his head. He wasn’t quite awake enough to comprehend that that’s what was waking him up but as he rolled to put an arm around Klara, he found the bed empty. His eyes shot open. ‘Yes?’ he replied to the link he heard.‘I’m sure you’re aware, but the future Queen has just arrived for the cells, I just wanted to ensure everything is well.’Marc was out of bed before the link could finish, throwing on clothes as he jogged from the wing.He made it to the cell building in no
Marc set Klara down on his desk before her lips were captured. She felt more at peace but there was a niggle. A niggle of fear knowing her father was so close, knowing he still breathed. “Relax, little one. I’m sorting everything,” Marc murmured, trailing his hands down her sides before fisting the hem of her skirt. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her neck. She shivered, lowering to lay over the polished surface.He tugged her skirt up to rest around her waist, “You’re so beautiful.” He leant over her, reconnecting his lips to her neck, nudging her blouse away to admire his mark on her shoulder. She could feel his pride and shivered when his finger grazed over the almost completely silvery bite. “Marc,” she whined, his bulge rubbing against her most sensitive area between her thighs.
She glared at him, hoping her need was flowing to him. She had to do this.“OK,” he breathed. “If you need to leave just tell me. The cells are laced with silver so you may feel uncomfortable.” He held out his hand for her to take which she gladly did, following him through the palace.She looked over to see the training ground full, clearly tired wolves pushing themselves, “What’s going on?” she asked, gesturing to the field, she thought it was late for them to be training.“It’s their punishment for letting us down.”“What are they having to do?”“They have to train for twenty-four hours. Hone their body
Marc sighed to himself. It had been a long week. He had more reports than he wanted to get through, Wade was pissing him off… nothing specific just him. He rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. It was late, but the guards were going through their punishment, he needed to go check on them but he knew Klara would be finishing her lessons for the day any minute.‘Klara, have you finished?’‘Just coming back to the wing.”‘Come to my office, please.’A few minutes later, the soft knock indicated her arrival. She pushed open the door without his invitation. A small smile graced his lips as she entered. Her back was str
The swishing of the whip made her flinch before it made contact. It soon did, the silver cutting deep into her flesh. She bit her tongue; it’s only worse if she made a noise. *The husky wolf pounded the ground as hard as she could. Her limbs hurt but she couldn’t stop, not yet. She panted as her chest burnt with the speed, she was pushing herself to her limit; she knew her tracks would be followed. She’d tried to avoid other’s territories, there was one that was going to be unavoidable, and she’d be there soon. It would be a miracle if she got through it alive, but she had to try.She was running so fast her eyes barely registered the royal crest carved into the trees; the border. She realised too late. Growls soon ripped through the trees. The husky wolf tried to think as she ran. She could submit, which could mean death, or run, which also could mean death. But before she could think more she felt teeth on her scruff and she tumbled to the ground. Snarling and snapping of teeth
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