Klara woke early so decided to watch over the balcony, The former King’s words still echoing in her head. Marc always went on a run in the early hours and she enjoyed watching his wolf when he came back. She sat cross legged, her face peering between the stone pillars; waiting. Soon enough, the now familiar raven furred wolf appeared out of the trees. His massive paws depressing the grass with every step. She noticed she could see more than usual, she could even see his eyes from this height which she hadn’t been able to do before. She frowned but was surprised to see Marc’s wolf eyes were identical to his human eyes.
Another movement caught her eye as another wolf slipped through the trees, Marc’s furry head turned to the straw furred wolf. An uneasy feeling started in Klara’s stomach, her wolf growling lowly at the straw wolf. The pair padded to two piles of clothes and shifted back
Klara was desperately battling her wolf back, she had never known her to be this strong and dominant, the two sides of her mind in a silent battle to the outside world while she could only witness her wolf goading the King… the King of wolves! A descendant of the original wolf. She was panicking as she battled, desperate to take back control and grovel for his forgiveness at her disrespect. With the provocation Marc had no hope of getting back under control, but what happened next surprised both him and his wolf. Klara strode forward, haltering every few steps, her eyes flicking between baby and electric blue. With one swift move her small hands ripped the shirt from his shoulder, yanked him down to her height and her canines buried themselves deep into the dip above his collar bone. The animalistic groan mixed with a
Marc strolled into his office a little later than normal, therefore unsurprised to see Wade sitting patiently. “Ho! Oof someone’s mated.” Wade wafted the air in front of him dramatically. “Shut up,” Marc snapped. “So you couldn’t last eh? Poor girl shaking in the corner?” Marc growled at his beta. “She’s fine.” He realised he didn’t want to admit to this male Klara had dominated him, he needed to be strong and dominant to prove he deserved his title. The phone rang before Wade could continue to gloat. “Royal Beta Blackwood.” His face instantly soured. “I told you before Silversmith, The King
Marc led her through the palace, down multiple corridors before pushing open a thick arched wooden door, revealing a strip of green grass leading into the trees, Klara looked around noticing that it was the same place she saw Marc in the mornings. “Go behind a tree and let your wolf free,” Marc nodded to the treeline. “I’d strip first.” “Erm… what about the bandag-” but before Klara could finish her sentence all her bones broke at once, she let out a cry but before Marc could grab her, her husky wolf burst through her skin. “You couldn’t wait two seconds?” Marc looked down knowing Klara wasn’t in control. Her light and dark grey head shook in a no. “We won’t be able to speak to each other… you still need to pledge loyalty to the crown.” Klara’s wolf head nodded, noting to Klara that they needed to do that. Marc turned from her to pull his clothes off, not that he cared, but he didn’t want to embarra
They stepped onto a grassy field, she didn’t feel a fear of all the other wolves around, she didn’t feel they would know she’s weak… because she no longer felt weak. As they reached the field, a few individuals were sparring, while others were lifting boulders and tree trunks. An adolescent approached them then dove on Marc. Klara jumped slightly as the sudden attack. Marc quickly wrestled the adolescent to the ground, pinning him, “You think a surprise attack is really going to help you against me?” He cocked his head down at the pup. “Had to try,” he sassed back as he pushed Marc off him.
It was a few days later, her and Marc had grown more intimate but she wasn’t quite ready for him to mark her. She was enjoying having her wolf, even though she was still getting used to the primal thoughts that seemed to pop up. Her wolf didn’t seem to quite understand that Klara was in charge of her skin body and would regularly pipe up in conversation. Klara took a deep breath as soon as she got onto the balcony. It had just stopped raining and she loved the sweet smelling aroma, the water droplets made the trees look covered in thousands of jewels with the sun appearing behind the last of the clouds. She hummed and leant to rest her chin on the stone railing. A flash of white brought Klara’s attention to between the trunks, she scanned wondering if she imagined it. She gulped and ducked as the head of a black and grey wo
As her teeth pierced his skin, Marc let out a surprised yell but held out a hand to stop anyone from interfering. “Get him out of here!” he growled through gritted teeth. Marc eyed the guards that had Alpha Silversmith gripped before they began pulling him. He struggled and began bucking against the guards, hatred and power rippling from him. “No! I am an Alpha! I am not one of your subjects!” Marc ignored him as he was pulled from the room, his Alpha command couldn’t work, he held no loyalty to the crown. “Klara, he’s gone, you need to calm yourself.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Klara before her teeth retracted from him. “Marc! I’m-I’m,” she stammered and attempted to back away from him but he didn’t release his grip. “It’s OK, you’re fine.” She sobbed next to him before licking her bite, sniffling and whimpering. “I know, it
The door burst open making Klara jump and Marc look from his papers. “I came as quickly as I could!” Xander came to a stop in front of his old desk. “Are you both OK?” “Fine father. I dealt with it, we both dealt with it. You didn’t need to run here.” Xander and Elsbeth had been visiting another pack, Marc had felt it a good idea to give his father time out of the castle. “I didn’t, we drove. I was worried. Where’s the bastard now?” “Silversmith is in the cells, I’m dealing with him tomorrow. It’s all in hand father.” Marc tightened his grip around Klara, she still held some fear for Xander and Marc could feel it trickling through to him. “I apologise Klara, but justice must be served,” Xander spoke a little tightly, as if worried she would argue her father’s punishment
Klara awoke to a hand over her mouth. She wriggled, “Shh Sweetie don’t want to wake up the King,” a voice breathed into her ear so low she only just heard it. She knew that voice. Bile rose in her throat. “Ah, don’t even think about it.” He grabbed her hand that was sliding to prod Marc. She looked around, tears pricking at her eyes. She shook her head before trying to bite at his hand. “You’re going to get out of bed, and come with me quietly,” he breathed barely audibly. Klara decided and nodded. He nodded his head in the gloom, removing his hand from her mouth. Gripping her arm to pull her from the bed. She screamed. The blood curdling sound echoed around the room until it was squashed in her throat by his hand. She tried to swallow but his hand was gripped so tight there was nothing more she could do. Marc was out of be
Marc 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