After only five minutes of walking, my knees were trembling. I felt like I would not be able to walk anymore. But I did not tell him that. I did not want to look weak. I knew I could do it.
But he stopped suddenly and looked down directly at my legs. I did not even wince in pain, but he seemed to see through me.
"Do your legs hurt?" he asked.
"Just a bit. Not so much. I can manage," I said.
"Hold onto me."
"Wha..."
Before I knew what he meant, he picked me up in his arms in bridal style. No one had ever held me like this, not in this way. I blushed and was surprised as well.
"I can walk," I murmured.
"Just relax," he said.
He started walking again. He was carrying me so easily that it looked like I was weightless. It was true that I was very slender, but the way he picked me up, was completely effortless.
Father had never let me eat properly. He said that if he fed me fully, I would get spoiled. I tried to steal food from the kitchen as well, but when I got caught, I had been struck with a belt twenty times.
I sighed. Everything changed in one night. Now that I was away from my family and in the arms of a stranger, I felt safer than I had in a long time. Moreover, the stranger was telling me that he was the king of werewolves and wanted me as his Queen, me- a nobody.
His scent was intoxicating as if it transported me to a new realm of relaxation and addiction. I buried my face into his chest but tried to make it look unintentional. And soon I realized that I had completely become addicted to his scent and it was making me relax more than I should. My eyelids felt heavy, and my mind reminded me that it had been a long time since I had slept.
It would be inappropriate to sleep in his arms. I tried to keep my eyes open and think about everything but sleep. But my attempt was too feeble to work. Soon, my eyes gave away and I felt myself drifting away.
"You're completely useless. You're garbage. "You're completely useless. You're garbage. You will never be wanted by anyone. Accept it, you bloody whore," Father said, his voice booming and nasty.
"You cunt, do you have any idea what you look like? You piece of trash, bring me beer before I break your skull."
I flinched at Draven's words. I knew he meant what he said. He would not back away from breaking my skull. Moreover, he would be happy to do so.
"It's your entire fault, Blue. Why didn't you listen to your father? You've brought this up," Mother said, showing her fake pity.
"It's going to be alright, sister. I know it's hard for you. But trust me, everything will be fine. Just hold on a bit longer," Maxen's soothing voice came to my mind.
"Come back here, you slut!" Draven roared.
I could not see anything, but I could hear their voices. It was like they were never going to leave me. They were going to haunt me all my life and never going to let me sleep.
"You haven't brought cigarettes again, you bitch!" Father growled.
"That cunt stole all the money!"
"You deserve to die!"
"Don't even try to talk back, you bitch!"
"It's your fault, Blue, you and I both know that. Just listen to them."
"It will be okay, sister. Have faith."
Hearing their terrible remarks and then Max's comforting ones made me want to scream. Everything was killing me. And then I heard it suddenly.
"She is mine now. Don't you dare touch her or raise your voice at her. You don't have any right over her anymore. She is mine, only mine."
I jerked awake, gasping for air as his voice echoed in my head. Did he mean everything he said? Was I truly his? But why would he want me? I was nothing more than useless trash.
It took me a while for my breathing to become normal. I was sweating in panic. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. That was when I noticed that I was not in his arms anymore, rather I was in a room, a completely unknown room, and oh lord... the room was bigger than Max's and my room combined.
The bed I was in was tall and queen-sized, with plenty of pillows and a thick comforter. The bedding was the same shade of blue as the walls. The deep blue color scheme gave the space a royal feel. Silly me, I forgot that it was supposed to be royal when he was a king.
Some of the pillow coverings were dark blue, matching the bedding and walls, while others were royal golden, glistening in the candlelight.
On my right side, there was a large window. The long dark blue drapes hung there, fluttering in the breeze. I noticed that it was dark outside, kind of like evening. Have I slept this long?
On top of my head, an exquisite chandelier hung, looking as magnificent as ever. It had a golden hue with a tinge of silver on top.
There were beautiful golden artworks on the wall, giving the place a different kind of vibe. Everything in the room was perfect, more than perfect.
"Can I meet her?" I heard the voice of a little girl from beneath the closed door.
"Not now. She needs rest. You can meet her tomorrow morning," he said. His voice was full of care as he talked to the girl. I wondered who the girl was.
"Please, Uncle Demetrius. I want to meet Aunt," the girl said pleadingly.
Did she mean me by aunt? I wondered what it would feel like to be called Aunt. It would be weird as I was not even eighteen yet.
"Uncle Demetrius told you that you can meet Aunt tomorrow. She will like to meet you too. But she needs proper rest for that. Especially when you're going to spend the whole day with her," a woman said. Her voice was calm and warm, very comforting.
"Okay, Mother," the little girl said.
"Come on then. Play with Alan," the woman said. "And brother, take care of my to-be sister-in-law."
"You know I will," he said.
Footsteps faded away. I thought all of them had left. But then proving me wrong, the door opened, exposing his dashing form entering, dressed in a black shirt with the two upper buttons undone, revealing a small but tempting section of his chest, just like before.
"You're awake," he said, noticing me sitting and looking at him.
"Yes. I've woken up just now," I said. "It's a huge room."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. It's beautiful."
"Good. The healer has looked after all of your scars," he said making me look down at myself. I saw that I did not have any kind of bruise left in my body. It felt very different. Nowhere was aching as well which was a completely new sensation for me. Yet the most terrific part was that I was not wearing my cloth anymore, rather I was in a white nightgown made of satin.
"My clothes..."
"The maids changed your clothes," he said, stepping towards me, not in a threatening way though.
"Oh."
"I've told the maids to bring your dinner here. You must be too exhausted to go downstairs though my family insisted a lot to bring you down there."
"It's okay. I can go," I said even though I was not okay. Yes, I did not have any pain in my body, but I was not sure if I was ready to meet his family yet.
"Not now, Blue. You can meet them tomorrow morning," he said and I gave a nod. I could barely take my eyes from him. He was truly mesmerizing; every inch of him was a work of beauty, a lovely sight to behold.
"My niece is very excited to meet you. Since the day she has found out about you, she has been bugging me to bring you here. And now that you've arrived, she is over the moon and she will do anything to meet you. It took a long time to finally make her understand that you need rest and she can meet you tomorrow," he said, smiling.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"She is four now but talks a lot. You'll love her."
"I already love her," I said. It was not a lie. The thought of someone being eager to meet me made me fall in love with her instantly. How much I wished everyone would feel the same!
"I have some issues to take care of. I'll meet you in the morning."
"Ok."
He started to get out of the door. Suddenly I felt the urge to do it. I knew I needed to. It was the proper thing to do.