Chapter 5

DAMIAN RUBS HIS HEAD, THE DOCTOR SCOLDING HIM FOR DOING so in case his head was bleeding, but endless examination showed that he wasn't. A knock on the door and Damian orders them to come in. The door opens to reveal the guards holding his stubborn huntress.

" Cuff her," Damian says.

One guard pulls out a pair of silver cuffs, his glove covered hand barely hold onto the burning metal. He clips them around her wrist and she feels a harsh burn on the spot that they touch. The guards drop her and back away.

"Fucking brutish mutts," she hisses.

Damian growls," I'd watch your language my dear. you should know, us werewolves have a nasty temper."

She mouths clamps shut, but her lips curl into a scowl. Damian gestures to the guards and remarked to leave the room. She stares at the king as he rises from his spot.

"So, what now, mutt. You have me cuffed in silver chains, which I don't know why they burn. Did you put something on them?"

"No I did not. For the blood transfusion, the doctor used my blood so therefore, anything that affects a werewolf, affects you."

She looks at him in anger and shouts," Why do you care so much!"

His eyes soften as he speaks," Because you are my mate."

She looks at him in shock and shakes her head vigorously.

***No. this can't be happening. Oh, why me? There's no way I can be mated with a mutt. ***

Damian walks up to her and gently grasps her chin and brings her eyes in line with his.

"Yes, you are my mate and the moon goddess has made it so. 500 years I have waited for this moment and I don't plan to let you go so easily."

***A werewolf that's over 500 years old wants me to be his mate. Not a chance. ***

"If you think that I'm just going to fall at your feet, you are sadly mistaking."

His face hardens," we shall see."

Guards suddenly opened the door. Damian nods and they grab Lucia and carry her to the bedroom beside damiana. They remove the silver cuffs and pull out a chain with a cuff at the end. They latch it onto her foot, her fighting back by kicking again. The guard attaches the chain to the bed, drop her onto the bed, and walk out, their work done. She screams loudly, frustration drips into it. She curses damiana until her throat is raw.

Four days. The time passing so slow, despite all the things she had to do in her royal prison. A television with Netflix, a game station with a whole stack of games, but she has grown bored of them. Three times a day, someone would bring her food. At least the kind wasn't that cruel enough, to let her starve. But every time the king would try to talk to her, she would curse and thrash at him, causing him to anger. His patience was wearing thin for his huntress.

***Damian, why not mark her. Make her want us. ***

" because a forced mark is painful for both parties, the male because her touch would be very painful until the mark was gone and her searing pain as it erased itself."

His wolf whimpers.

***Can you blame me? We finally have her and yet she neglects us. She won't succumb to her future. ***

Damian sighs," I know my friend, but the moon goddess has paired her to us so we must respect it and hope to eventually win her over."

His wolf goes silent and looks out and over the railing of his balcony. He watches the warriors train, many falling over in exhaustion and being dismissed to go rest before resuming their training session. Four days his mate has been here and he will find a way to have her love him. He won't stoop to such lows as to force her to love him, no. No, he wishes to win her heart with affection. Although it will be hard.