Mate to a king

Chapter 12

James.

The sight in-front of me made me want to wrap my mate in my arms.

Her flawless skin, paled by every whip mark that could possibly fit on that petite body of hers, the scars embedded on her long, flawless legs.

I wanted to howl in pain, whilst cringing at the same time. Her long brown hair, now cut at a strange angle, was matted to the time where you couldn't see her face. The growl that rippled out of my throats is what surprised me the most however. A growl so fierce half the world of the werewolf population probably heard it. My poor mate, almost lifeless.

The guard that was guarding her cell whimpered but ran to 'protect' her. Oh hunny, she belongs to me, no one needs to protect her from her own loving mate. Who, oh yeah, who hasn't seen her in around a year too. 

I felt my wolf ripping at the surface to be let out, he wanted to be the one who ripped those guards into pieces mercilessly.I gladly let him, he was my best bet at saving Bloom. That was the last I could remember before I blacked out completely. My wolf wanted blood, rogue blood!

Bloom

voice calling out for me. I had been drugged, loaded with wolfsbane before they attempted, key

come to me, I need to speak with you my dear."

I could find the voice. It kept whispering to me.

continued to tick, like it was counting down any time

as if it was fighting with something, or

new way I was used to things being.

in my head, no wait, this one was outside my head. It sounded pleading, crying, begging almost.

through my body. I knew where I was, I knew

-James.-

guards throat, there was blood everywhere but the guards kept coming. Pathetic. One by one they all tried to take me on in vain of course, and guess what? They all lost. Slowly my wolf gave me back control as he hid in the deepest

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