Mate to a king

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

been drugged, loaded with wolfsbane before they attempted, key word, attempted, to drag me

I need to speak with you my dear." The soft voice calmly whispered. The voice echoed

could find the voice. It

if it could feel my presence stalking closer. “TikTok. TikTok. TikTok.” Starting up again, the voice continued to tick, like it was counting down any time I had left. It sounded kind of like what I

as if it was fighting

was used to things being. Dotting my vision before leaving me

however they just couldn't. I heard another voice in my head, no wait, this one was outside my head. It sounded pleading, crying,

I felt tingles rush through my body. I knew where

-James.-

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

amount of blood he had spilled. Ripped