The Claim.

Charlie walks down the stairs to the underground dungeon. Feeling a shiver run down his spine as the temperature of the place drops drastically. The security guards bow at him and he barely acknowledges them. Making way to the only cell in this special dungeon.

Stopping outside the heavy metal door he takes in a deep breath. To find it slightly open. Was someone there already?

His question is answered as he looks at the back of two doctors. To sigh. It's the time of the medicine. He guessed.

Stepping in. He finds the two doctors getting up immediately. Acknowledging him.

' Beta Charlie! Greetings!"

Charlie just nods. His eyes finally take in the woman who was crumbled to a ball behind the doctor's. Her white rugged clothes ,the only thing visible in the dark.

" How is she doing?"

Charlie asks and the doctor starts explaining. While taking out a syringe and filling it with a liquid.

" She is stable Sir. We were just going to give her the days dose. If you don't mind can I..."

" Go ahead"

With hands behind his back and eyes narrowed, Charlie stares as one of the doctor holds the girls slender stick like arm. Pulling up the long sleeve. To make numerous punchures and marks of injections visible. Her pale skin scarred with various marks and spots.

One doctor grip her forearm. The other injects the liquid but the girl doesn't even flinch. Her head lowered all this time and her hair covering her face.

Once the doctor leaves her she pulls back like the doctors touch has burned her. Going back to lean on the wall. Hugging herself. Her body starts shivering.

And Charlie would have felt pity for her, if he hadn't seen what all she was capable of.

" The King has returned and he wants to meet her now. Prepare her accordingly."

The doctor's exchange a look. Shock evident. But they knew better to question their Beta.

" In that case we will be required to give her a stronger sedative Sir. This much wouldn't suffice."

" Do the needful. Just...make sure the Alpha Kings safety is not jeopardized."

" Understood Sir."

Charlie finds the doctors filling the syringe with another liquid and this time the girl reacts. Her body starts shivering uncontrollably and she tries to move back. Crawling. No sound escaping her lips.

" Hold her still."

The doctor asks the guards outside the door and Charlie finds 3 men coming in to hold her in place. One holds her legs. Other two her arm.

The second doze is administered and she stops the little struggle she was putting.

Her body going still. Arms and legs falling limp.

The rising of her chest which was just her ribcage and no flesh. Showed she was still conscious. And very soon the doctor's get up.

" We are done Sir. She won't be a trouble anymore."

Charlie nods. Staring at the girl laying on the cold floor behind.

" Get the female staff to clean her up and bring her to the Royal Chambers"

" Okay Sir"

With this Charlie turns around and leaves , not able to look at the girl for much longer. She reminded him of that night....of Eirene. She was the first nightmare for their Kingdom.

And the very decision of Noah to make her his Queen.

Made him wonder what the boy has planned for this girl?

It can't be love. It's far worse than hate. For sure. But what? This...only time could tell.

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Noah's right foot taps impatiently on the wooden floor. Grip on the whiskey glass tight. As he was lost in thoughts.

When a knock interrupts him.

" Your highness. The girl is here."

His grey eyes look up at the guards that have entered his room. Making them bow immediately. A figure is pushed forward and Noah couldn't help take in the girl.

" Leave"

He orders and the guards scurry away. Leaving both of them alone. Settling on the mattress, Noah finds his gaze wandering lower. Starting from her naked feet.

Her feet were pale and bony. Fingers too thin. Shuffling , signifying her discomfort. He looks higher to find a long worn out maxi dress literally hanging on her thin frame. Her hands tied behind her back. Her small chest heaving. Her long blonde hair turned darkish, having not washed in ages. Reach her hips.

Noah just stares.

Not saying or doing anything.

Taking in her slender neck which moves as she gulps. Her neck bones are visible. Lips chapped and skin pale. Like she hasn't seen sunlight in ages.

Overall she was nothing that could be considered desirable.

Just a fragile doll which could break any second.

Yet what intrigued him the most was the black blindfold tied on her eyes, hiding the only beautiful thing about her.

The very thing that attracted him the first time he saw her.

Her eyes.

The elongated silence was making her more uncomfortable, Noah could sense easily.. His stare on her making her squirm. But unlike others. It didn't matter to her much.

After all she was now immune to a lot of human emotions.

Disgust and hate the very basic ones.

" Kneel"

She hears his voice. And her dead heart starts thumping in her chest. Her hands turn cold and her stomach churns.

His voice was sexy as hell. She couldn't deny.

But what use was it? He is a dream of hers which will never be fulfilled. He is an unattainable wish she will die longing for. She should be grateful if in this lifetime she could even seek forgiveness from him.

Let alone love.

Next she knows. Goosebumps appear on her skin and a chill ran down her spine as his hot breath hits her neck from behind. Voice domineering and cold.

" I said Kneel woman"

And that was all she needed to drop down her knees on the carpet. Her numb body, suddenly feeling alive with his closeness.

It was warm and cosy here in contrast to the coldness she was accustomed to in the dungeon. Her body ,still struggling to adjust.

Wringling her hands that were tied behind her. She tries to even out her breath.

When it gets knocked out of her chest as she feels something cool on her cheeks. Her lips trembling.Making her gasp.

What was it? What is touching her?

She failed to understand while Noah loved her reaction. Seeing her flinch from the cold whiskey glass as it touched her cheeks to move lower to her chest.

The water vapour trail left on her skin glistered like shining diamonds and Noah feels his eyes go darken. The women shivering without him even touching her.

" Do you know why I am back after so many years?"

He questions her, the glass trailing lower to touch her arms. To stop at her wrists. As Noah takes notice of the numerous injection marks. Not saying anything.

She tries to open her mouth to speak but no words leave her lips. It felt like her throat has been clogged. She hasn't spoken in 18 years.

Her voice as much mystery to her as the man in front of her.

" I hate repeating myself."

He speaks. The glass moving back. Her body feeling relieved not having the cold glass touch her. But words. They refuse to leave her lips. His terrifying presence making her wish she could go back to the coldness of the dungeon away from him.

" Speak!"

He warns and her breathing hitches. Making him look at her in confusion. Noah's eyes lingering on her lips that moved but no sound becomes audible.

What was wrong with her?

Why wasn't she speaking anything.

She tries to crawl back. Feeling light headed when a strong grip on her wrist stops her. Something touches her lips. His voice turning soft suddenly.

" Drink it"

She parts her lips to drink the liquid, thinking it to be water to only have her choke on the taste. She was going to spit it out when his palm presses on her mouth.

Warning her.

" Don't you dare. Gulp it. "

And she does. The thing tasting like shit. Having no other choice. She continues to drink it. Till he retreats the brim of the glass.

" That would be enough. Now where was I? Yes."

" Why I came back. Well I would be lying if I say I came back for the Kingdom alone. I came back to claim back what all I left behind 18 years ago."

He moves around her. Like a hunter circles it's pray making her feel helpless and vulnerable.

Stepping behind her. He whispers near her ear. To see her back go stiff.

" I came back to get you. To finally claim my wife."

Her heart stops. The darkness behind the blindfold feeling too heavy. And before she could understand much. Something soft touches her neck...his lips she supposed.

" And to begin my claim...I guess I will have to begin from....here."

He says in a low dangerous voice. His nose grazing her neck. Where werewolves place their claim. And she feels light headed...no she was too weak for that. She has heard it is one of the most painful processes to claim someone.

She can't take it.

" Speak up and I may stop here."

He suggests and she wishes she could. But her efforts were in vain. Her voice wasn't coming back. She doesn't know how to speak anymore.

Her mouth remains open. Heavy breaths showing the condition of her insides.

But he doesn't stop. Kissing on the spot instead to find her thrash slightly. Her tied fingers behind, wringling.

" One last time. Do you want me to stop?"

She again tries. Tears of frustration welling up her eyes. To feel his canines touch her neck. Her body going still.

" Fine then. If you don't say anything , your silence will be considered an acceptance girl."

Few seconds pass and she thought maybe he understood that she couldn't speak. And changed his mind. But it was all shattered.

When a searing pain hits her neck, making her throw her head back in agony. Her mouth opening to gasp. To be only silenced by his palms pressed on her lips as he whispers to her softly. Her back supported on his front.

" I can't assure you it will be painless. But the only thing I can promise you right now is....."

He speaks in a cold voice that sent shivers down her spine. Her body turning a puppet in his hands as a weird feeling rushes inside her stomach, replacing the pain instantly.

" That after tonight....you are going to be mine....and only mine to love. To fuc*. To hate and to break into a million pieces that you will spend your entire life mending."

" You thought your punishment has ended ? Well think again because this is just the beginning."

And that's when he roots his canines even deeper and that feeling hits her a hundred fold. Her body starts shivering in ecstasy. And her head falls back on his shoulder.

A weird emotion entering her body...dilluting all the lines between wrong and right.