The truth (2)

Marcus used the crutches to move around the palace. He had the feeling that someone was watching him all the time and it creeped him out.

Just as the king had informed him, the queen's spies were watching his ever move. He has to keep his act at all times so that he doesn't get in trouble with the queen and more with the king.

The King had been busy with his work in that week week that they had seen much of each other in public. The queen stayed in the white palace away from them but close enough to keep watch of things.

The other queens were with her, they had stayed away to avoid being targeted by the queen. Marcus had his food sneaked into his room from a secret door in his room.

The King would sneak in and talk to him from time to time and ask how he was doing. The King had assured him that the things that were happening weren't going to last forever. He was working on getting things back to normal.

But until then, Marcus had given him his consent. Having seen the king's compassion for him, he agreed for the king to hurt him if it meant protecting him.

The King's harm went away as soon as he inflicted them but he was sure he would be able to say the same of the queen.

The devil you know is always better than the angle you don't know. From his talk with the knight, he had come to know that the king is actually a good person. He had anger issues but he had a reason for everything that he did.

He realised that he had misunderstood the king a lot. Since they were married, he vowed to get to know the man better.

The King was going against his queen to protect him and it made his heart flutter. He marvelled at the thought of it, the queen had the impression that she ass winning when in fact it was a misconception.

He was getting the chance to get closer to the king without competition and their bond was getting stronger. The day the Queen would come to her senses then he and the king would have a bond that was unbreakable.

He could hardly wait for that day to come, his heart was happy and fearful of that day. On one hand, he would have the king by his side in love and on the other hand the Queen would get even more angry.

All he had to do was endure the darker sides of love to enjoy the sweetness at the end.

"Arghh," he screamed at being pulled aside forcefully. He raised his gaze scared, his heart tightened at his chest ashes face met with his. The king's angry eyes stared back at him in rage.

In his eyes there was a craving passion for pain. His fangs were out on display for him to see, Marcus's eyes widen in shock.

He had heard of werewolves but this was the first time that he had come face to face with a werewolf. The king's red eyes and the aura that he was emitting sent shivers down his spine.

The werewolf king's strong grip on him was nerve wrecking. He swallowed hard.

The King tore his shirt opened. Marcus stops watching terrified of what was to come next. The King went to remove his clothes and stood before him in his birthday suit.

Marcus stared at Morpheus with his mouth wide open. Seeing the king without his clothes was a sight worth seeing, he gulped at the sight before him.

The king's chest alluring to the eye with his six packs visible to him. He looked like something a master artist had sculptured and put out on display.

His eyes dared not look any lower than his waist. But the temptation was pulling at him to do so. The King went down on all fours but didn't break eye contact with him.

Marcus heard born cracking and saw his spine move, his bones changed their form, his arms bent backwards. His head changed form to that of a wolf, his wolf ears twitching.

His body was covered with fur from his head to toe. His nails grew into sharp claws. He transformed into his werewolf form.

Marcus jumped when he heard the king growl. His heart trembled in fear seeing the wolf before him. The King had transformed into a wolf right before his eyes, he had always wondered how a person could become an animal and he got a front seat to how.

He wasn't sure why the wolf seemed really familiar. It looked a lot like the wolf that he had saved back in Narsia. He had spent a lot of time taking care of the wolf to forget about it.

His eyes went wide with shock from the realisation. He had rescued the werewolf king and nursed him back to health. That week that he spend with the wolf was actually spent with the king of Zayion.

And the very day he set the won't free was the day that the marriage proposal came. His jaw dropped at the thought, the king had ended the war and saved his kingdom from ruin all because he saved his life.

He smiled at it but froze right after when the king started approaching him. His mouth wide open as though he was getting ready to eat him alive. The reunion was short lived as he backed away from the king.

The King jumped at him and grabbed his shoulder with his razor sharp teeth. "Argghh," Marcus screamed out in pain.

His sharp claws digging at his chest as he stood on top of him. Marcus screamed at the top of his voice, it felt like his body had been pierced with a thousand knifes that tore at his soul.

He struggled underneath the king, it was a futile struggle. The King got off of him, he licked Marcus's wounds and ran off.

He transformed back into his human form a distance away. His body was on fire, his body craved the touch of the prince.

The touch of his marked partner but with the tensed situation in the palace, he couldn't act on his desire.