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Anna walks me to my room, standing in front of me protectively. I shiver under her mates jacket. His scent making me feel a tad nauseous. I suddenly fling the jacket off, not able to stand it any more. Anna looks at me with a question in her eyes as she gathers the jacket.

"Callie.... What the hell?"

"I'm sorry..... His smell.... It wasn't my mates and.... I.... It made me feel sick."

     She sighed and nodded, inhaling the scent of her mate. She pushed me into my room and helped me strip out of the tattered dress. Her eyes fill with worry and pain when she sees all the hand prints and new bruising.

"You better cover those. He sees them and he will kill Peter."

"I know. The ones on my neck are really sore... So I can't cover those..... He saw him choking me, so he'll at least expect these."

     Anna shakes her head and helps me into my favorite white lace gown. She fixes my hair and redoes some of the makeup for me. She covers my old bruising. Remmy isn't ready to see them yet. After we finish, her eyes glaze over.  I know shes speaking through her mate bond, she already bears his mark.

"We have to go. The King is going a tad crazy with you up here."

"Okay....."

"Calliope..... His mate was almost raped in front of him. He was already going to be extra possessive, like Mrs. Roberts had warned. But seeing that.... Has probably made it a lot worse for him. He's pretty pissed."

"I know..... I still... Its just a shock. Me? The Kings Mate?"

    Anna sighs and grabs my arm dragging me from my room. We head down the halls without talking. Shes giving me space to process everything. Suddenly Johnathan comes running up, out of breath.

"I'm sorry, my queen... But... You need to go faster. The King is about ready to snap that boys neck. He provoked your mate. I sense your pain. So let me or Anna carry you so we can get there faster."

     Anna nods and Jonathan scoops me up and bolts down the halls. I'm still definitely nauseated by his smell. Once at the entrance to the ballroom, Jonathan sets me down and I breathe deeply. I can hear growling, deep angry growling. I stand up as straight as I can, wincing in pain a bit and push the door open.

      As the doors open. All eyes shift from Remmy strangling Peter to me. Everyone is shocked but has accepted that I'm mated to the king. I ignore the stares and gossip. Kristens blood has got to be boiling in anger. Remmy smells me and throws Peter to the ground. Suddenly I'm pulled to his chest. My eyes water and I inhale his scent deeply, needing to rid myself of his Betas nauseating one.

"MINE."

     He growls again, tightenening his arms protectively. I can hear the conversations pick back up and I bury my face deeper into his chest. I can feel him soothingly running his hand through my hair. I peek up at him and for the first time I notice his eyes. They're a beautiful emerald.

"Little wolf. Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, I promise."

     He nods and his eyes zero in on the hand print shaped bruising on my neck. He shakes with anger as he gently prods my neck. I whimper in pain.

"Please.... Don't... It hurts."

      His eyes turn deadly, they change from emerald to silver. Hes fighting his wolf. I can see the internal struggle. I press into him again and he calms slightly.

"No one will hurt you ever again, my queen."

     He whispers softly. I smell my father before I see him. I step out of Remmys arms and hug my dad.

"I'm sorry, your majesty. I don't know what came over Peter. We warned all the younger pack members not to harm any of the females. Cal, you okay?"

"Yes daddy."

       My mother smiles at me, shes happy I found my mate. I know she wants to kill Peter herself. My mother has quite the temper. It's apparently one of the things my father loves about her. A low growl rumbles in Remmys chest and I step back to him. My father shakes his head and laughs.

"Rem.... Don't hurt my father. He's just being...."

"I know, little mate..... My wolf is just very unsettled having you in here with a bunch of unmated males, especially after how we found you, love." 

    He calms when I step back into his arms and settle in them. My father laughs and shakes his head.

"My king.... You have met your match with her."

     I growl at my father and he looks at me confused. Remmy looks proud that I would growl at an Alpha. He kisses my forehead and laughs softly. Tasha and my brother run over, smiling. Max starts talking business with Remmy. After a while I get bored. Remmy sensing this ends their conversation and takes me to the dance floor.

       I press close to him, a bit afraid of the others surrounding us. He just smiles at me and growls at anyone who comes too close. He touches my side and I try my best to hide the wince and whimper. He growls.

"What hurts?"

"Um.... I.... It's just.... A few broken ribs."

      I mumble fast, hoping he didn't hear me. His hand then wipes the make up off my shoulder, revealing the deep purple bruising left from the other day.

"What the fuck happened?! Calliope.... Fucking tell me."

"It's nothing. I was at school and a few students got rough..."

      Anna rushes over, and sighs.

"Cal... You have to tell him. You can't keep hiding all the abuse from everyone."

        At that, Remmy snaps completely.

"JOHN!!! TAKE HER. TO THE COTTAGE. NOW." 

      Anna looks at John and sighs.

"She knew this wouldn't go over well."

     Tears stream down my face. I look up at Remmy... His wolf has taken over. But I so badly want the comfort of my mate.

"Remmy.... Please...."

     I whisper and he growls.

"TAKE HER. HAVE THE ALPHA GO WITH YOU. I'M GOING TO HAVE A WORD WITH THE PACK."

     My father runs over, confused. Then he sees the bruising. My father joins Remmy in his anger. Johnathan sighs and looks at me.

"Come, my queen, let's get you somewhere safe."

       My mother also helps push me out. I try fighting. I need my mate.

"Don't fight this. He needs to do this."

       Mother whispers in my ear, helping John get me out. Once at the cottage, Anna, mom, Tasha and I all sit on the couch. Anna is picking out a movie to distract me. I'm miserable without my mate with me. John stands in front of the door, on protective duty.