He bursted through the gate, with no regards for either the gate, or what it did to the front of the car. Lancelot pushed his feet harder against the accelerator, charging up the speed of his car as he drove past the fence of bushes in the palace. A part of his gaze focused on the piece of clothing that would help him find her, while the rest of his gaze was focused on the road. He knew he had to be quick, there was barely anytime left. His heart continued to thunder against the surface of his chest, threatening to pop out of it. He was almost breathless with rage, and pressed the automatic button on his door that took the windows down. The artificial air of the air conditioner was not soothing enough for him. Within him, Ziko was even more restless. His wolf had been growling and pacing about since he found out about Roxanne. The thought of her being tortured sent him spiralling towards the edge, all strings holding his temper back had been severed. When Ziko finally got a hold on
The empty barrels - which Ziko was grateful for - fell to the ground, making loud sounds, and scattering to the ground around him. Lancelot couldn't lie, he was relieved to find out the barrels were empty, but even more relieved to know that he was close, very close to her. Despite the harsh smell of pertroluem around him, Lancelot could pick her famous lavender scent from the atmosphere of the warehouse. He was sure she was in there, and he was going to get her out. His car came to a rough halt, turning in a harsh circles and making a loud screeching sound before he turned off the engine, pulled the car door open and jumped out of it. As expected, the noise from his dramatic and triumphant entry had attracted the attention of Roxanne's captors. Two men, dressed in all black, from head to toe - not leaving out the ski mask covering their faces - ran out of the entrance and charged towards him. Lancelot could pick up the scent of four men in total. After these two and two others. A
"Lancelot" Her faint voice called. Now in his human form, he turned towards the chair she sat on, and rushed towards her. The ropes around her were now loose, and she was going to fall to the ground. In a flash, Lancelot was there to hold her just in time. He caught her midair and spooned her in his arms. He sat on the floor and looked over her battered body. His felt a painful squeeze in his heart, and his usual dark eyes softened at the sight of her. She had suffered so much, been through so much, and all because of him. He wished he could take all her pain away, bear all her bruises for her. As she lay on his body, he held both her arms tightly, as if pleading with her not to go. "Lancelot..." She continued to whisper in her dazed state. His grip on her hands tightened every time she mentioned his name. He needed her to know that he was with her, he wasn't going anywhere now. Not until she was completely fine. Lancelot heard five cars pull up outside the warehouse. They had to
Elizabeth gasped when she saw Lancelot push open the doors of the throne room. She watched as he stepped inside with so much confidence and a carefree aura. He walked in as though he did not just keep hundreds of esteemed royalties waiting. He walked in as if he did not know that his hands and face were stained with blood. Still, there was something extremely chivalrous about him. Despite the blood on his chiseled jaw, his blue eyes still sparkled in their dark and sexual allure. His dark blonde hair was disheveled, some strands falling to his forehead. The black and long winter jacket he had on accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. Walking into the room now, he was as handsome and seductive as he always ways, the blood only made him more dangerous. And Elizabeth loved it! If only he wasn't her cousin, she thought, as she drooled over him. Even if he was her cousin, she would have definitely found a way for the both of them to be together, if his silly bethroted and chosen mat
Lancelot rushed to his chambers the second he was excused, without speaking to anybody. He stripped himself of his blood stained clothes and took a cold bath. With every moment, he thought about Roxanne and could not wait to get to her. After scrubbing himself in the shower, he stepped out and threw on a casual pair of trousers and plain shirt. He picked up his car key and phone from his dressing table, and was ready to leave when his door flung open. To his dismay, his mother and father rushed into the room. Madeline was distressed, while Edward's face held no emotions. "Lancelot!" Madeline cried out, rushing to her son and gripping the hem of his shirt."Where were you? Where did you go? How could you be so irresponsible as to walk out of your coronation like that? You could have caused us everything! Everything!" Lancelot looked down at his mother with disdain, and a tight jaw. Right now, she was the last person he wanted to speak to. One of her guards was present at the warehou
"He has to be, she's his mate." As each word settled on her ears, her heart broke into large pieces, and fell to the ground, shattering into smaller pieces. She stood at the door, still with her ears pressed to it, waiting for Lancelot to deny the accusation. He was the alpha king of London Pride pack, there was no way a lowlife human could be his mate! No, the goddess couldn't have been that stupid. She waited and waited, but Lancelot said nothing to deny what Peter had just said. She heard the butler speak up. "That makes a lot of sense. I always knew there was something going on between you two, right from the second you introduced her as your...secretary." Yes. That was what Lancelot had made everybody believe. He had lied to his entire family to keep the human here, close to him. By the goddess! It all made sense now, how could she be so stupid?! All those times he had carried her along, kept her close to his side, he had even gone on his four days expedition with her. All o
After promising Lancelot that neither of them would speak about all that they had heard, and seen, in the room today, both Lee and Doctor Flinn believed it was time for them to take their leave. "I must be going now sir, I would not want the queen to search for me. She would think that I supported your unruly behavior towards the crown." Lee spoke, sending Lancelot a wink, just to ease the tension in the room. Lancelot managed to chuckle, butler Lee had always had his way with words. The man knew how to bring life out of every dead situation, and make everyone share in his joy. Lancelot considered himself blessed to have him in his life. "And I as well, I do have grand children to return to." Flinn spoke up, casting a knowing smile at Lancelot. Lancelot's eyes moved from Lee to Flinn continuously. "So, you two ganged up on me huh? Came together and now you're leaving together." As he spoke, everyone laughed. "It's nothing like that, you're with the one you care about, it is tim
Within him, Peter fought the urge to shrug his shoulders. Put everything in order? That would take a while, he thought. But, he knew better than to voice such thoughts. So, he bowed in adherence once more. "I would do all that you've asked sir." "Good, leave now." Peter didn't ask anymore questions, not even how or when Lancelot would return to the palace. If Lancelot didn't care about his crown, why should he be the one to beat himself up about it? As he walked down the corridor of hospital rooms, soaked with the smell of bleach and antiseptic and painted with a very pale shade of sky-blue, he tucked his hand into his back pocket and drew out his phone. Luckily, he had saved Emily's number as one of Roxanne's next-of-kin, should anything happen to her. He searched for her number in her phone and dialed it. It rung for about twenty seconds, before he heard a seemingly breathless voice at the end of the phone. "Hello?" "Am I on to Emily?" He asked, still walking swiftly. "Yes,