“That’s it sweetie,” he pushed the glass to tip into her mouth.
“I don’t feel good,” she slurred.
“But it won’t hurt the more you have,” he said, removing his shirt.
*
Over the next few days, Klara was trying to trust Marc wouldn’t hurt her, there was a niggle in the back of her mind but she was battling to ignore it. She still wouldn’t let him touch her apart from holding her hand, and even that was slightly hesitantly. She enjoyed his forehead kisses the most, he gave her one every morning after asking. She was beginning to want to ask for them but didn’t dare just in case he stopped.
“Derrek. What do do’ng?” she slurred almost incoherently“Keep your eyes on me.” He slapped her as her eyes shut.The room was spinning as she became numb all over.*Marc strode quickly from the palace down the hill, he could hear the disruption and chaos already despite still being a mile from the town. He went past the first two story houses, his feet moving from cobble stones to paving slabs. He quickened his pace, Wade was on his way too but Marc hoped he was going to be the first just to be able to see for his own eyes the wolves who were responsible for such a din. The sun was setting already and he was just about to leave his office for the day when a mind link had come throu
She woke up, feeling sick as she watched him pull on his jeans.“Derrek?” she whimperedHer mouth dry, a pain throbbing below the bloody sheets.“Hey sweetie, same again next week?” A sickly sweet smile on his lips before leaving.*Klara stretched cocooned in the scent of freshly cut grass and honey; Marc’s smell. She opened her eyes, a frown finding her face as she looked around, but Marc wasn’t there. Her fingers were gripped onto something, she looked to see a shirt. She smelt it; that was where his scent was coming from. She sighed, she felt so relaxed and well rested. She cuddled Marc’s shirt closer to her, br
She huddled in the corner of her room, desperate to be left alone for one day. Just one day. She didn’t want anyone else to come into her room. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to feel… safe.*“I’m going to stand up,” he whispered when she was quiet. She gave a little hiccup as he stood with her in his arms, she didn’t let go of his waist. He stood in the middle of the corridor, arms wrapped securely around her small figure as her breathing gradually evened again.“Put your arms around my neck, I’ll take you home.” She let go of him and backed away, her eyes going back to fearful. “Don’tsendmebackthere” she rushed out, quivers racki
“I’ll never get rid of you, dirty disgusting whore.”The wall hit her back as she backed away. “D-Daddy I don’t want the men in my room.”“Don’t walk away from me!” The sole of his boot smashed into her face “Whore,” he spat.*Marc got to work as soon as he was changed. He organised all the alcohol to be removed from the private wing and placed in one of the meeting rooms. Only then did he head to his office, trying to control the anger burning within him.“Wanted to see me?” Wade walked through the door to Marc’s office.“When was
“Please, daddy. I don’t want them in-” Her words were cut off with another kick. She curled into a ball, wishing she’d said nothing at all.*A single staircase led upstairs while there were three doors coming from the hallway. The walls were a lovely grey, which contrasted the rest of the palace’s cream or stone walls. Adelaide opened the door to the left, “Living room,” she said as she walked in, “Opposite is dining.” She gestured to the door by the stairs, “Then kitchen,” Adelaide pointed towards an archway. Klara took in the living room, a matching fabric three piece suite, TV, paintings of rivers and trees. It was comfortable and homely. Klara liked it. “Wade’s not home.” Adelaide announced as she gestured to Klara to sit.
The door unlocked and a blonde entered with a plate. Her cheekbone sporting a bruise, while her lip was bust. Klara grasped at the food, it had been twelve days since her last meal. * It was a week after the incident of Marc destroying his office. His anger and behaviour afterward had made Klara trust him a little more. He was having to spend longer hours away from the wing. It was late, the sun had set and Klara was restless being alone. She’d grown to get used to having company in the evenings and with Marc working late, she decided to see if he was in the King’s wing. She crept down the grand staircase, smelling to see if she could sense where he was. Rose wasn’t at her desk so she couldn’t ask. She sniffed to the right but his scent was faint, so she walked to the left hand corridor, his scent was stronger there. She followed his wonderful freshly cut grass and honey scent until she reached a door. Voices were coming from the other side, “My King, I am concerned,” an unkn
“Can you stay today?” Klara whispered to the blonde. She nodded and sat, “Did you get picked at the ceremony?” Klara asked. “Yes, the movies are wrong… I wish I was a human.” she brought her finger to her bruised cheek. * Klara had been at the castle five weeks, five gloriously isolated weeks. Klara was gaining confidence and day by day her body was slowly morphing from an adolescent to a woman. Therefore, most of her wardrobe had to be changed to a size up. She had been to see the doctor the week before. He checked her weight and was impressed, he said she was nearly at what he would expect, she’d also even grown an inch. She still wasn’t completely sure on letting Marc in her bed, so they were still separate, altho
She curled into a ball, her body bruised and beaten. A growl ripped through the air, a growl of determination. 'We're getting out of here,' A gravelly voice that she'd never heard spoke. But the voice was her. * “As you are aware, the Silversmiths have always been a rival to the crown, the kingdom. They live far North, running their own Kingdom as they wish, we do not interfere and they do not interfere with us. The Silversmith’s stated they wanted a treaty, they wished to become part of the Kingdom. Your grandfather accepted, the arrangements were made. The Alpha family came to the palace to be sworn in, and accept the crown. Just as the ceremo