reema

In a faraway and hidden kingdom, there live a girl whose heart is pure. She is the so-called 'the ugly duckling' amongst her kind. She is neither a werewolf nor a human. She was the outcast and a mystery to some.

However, when her alpha committed a crime against the kingdom she was offered to the Alpha King as indemnification. This is when and where her biggest secret was put in unmistakable  danger.

The Were King's Angel

I wake up drenched in my own sweat. My body aches too like it's been rolled by large wheels or been mashed by great force. I am burning with fever plus my nose is clogged. 


"You've catch cold on your first day in Sussex," that same cold voice again from yesterday. I can't see him properly. My vision isn't normal too. 


I've never been sick before. Since my childhood, I was a healthy person. My aunt Margaret made sure that I follow a healthy diet. 


The man is now sitting on the edge of my bed. His hand reached for my face, removing some strands of my hair on it. His gesture somehow ease the pain on my head. But as soon as he withdrawn his hand, it came back again. I groaned, and gritted my teeth. 


"My name is Pierre. Here, have a drink." He put a straw in my mouth and I sipped all the liquid inside the bottle. "Anything else you need,"he asked his voice low and gentle. 


"Why does it hurt so much?" I whispered. I felt his hands clasped mine and his touch felt amazing. Maybe if he'll hold my entire body, the pain will just melt. "Hold me please." I'm going to regret this later but my mind is set to stop the the searing pain. 


Pierre didn't speak but he climbed up on bed. I felt his arms wrapped around my body and the moment his skin touched mine, the pain lessened. I can still feel it, but not acute anymore. My brain could not comprehend what has just happened. 


"Sleep, Ameline. It wil be over soon," Pierre whispered in my ear so softly. His hand gently tapped my shoulder in a rhythmic way. I let my head leaned on his chest. Just for this urgent moment, I will allow him to hold me tight. I took in his scent and for some unknown reason it calmed my body. Eventually, I dozed off, entrusting my safety in the hands of a stranger. 


"Something is not right,"I heard a man's voice in my head. 


"She is fine,"another man said. "She'll come around soon." 


"When is soon, Bree?" This time it was Pierre who asked. 


""Give her enough time, my lord. She's been with the normal people,"maybe that was Bree who answered. 


"I don't have much time here and you all knew that." 


"My lord, let her stay here in the human world for now." I think that was Regor. 


A scary animal sound like a growl shook the place, even in a dream I felt it. "She's rightfully mine from the very beginning,"Pierre menacingly said. 


I wanted to see their faces but like my body which looks like a cloud, my vision is a blur too. I could only hear their voices, even their whispers. And I knew that Pierre is getting angrier every second. I can feel his madness thrumming in my veins. 


"Why are you mad, Pierre?I whispered. "Is it because of me?" 


Pierre sighed so loud that I felt how his chest move up and down "I would never get mad at you, my dear Ameline." 


In my cloudlike form, I still feel his caress against my cheek. "Okay. She will stay here for now. I can manage to work here and there. Make the arrangement right away." 


"Yes my lord." The group sounded happy. 


But Pierre was still dissatisfied on something. "Another thing, my rules still apply in this realm. One mistake, one punishment." 


"Death,"Regor whispered right in my ear. 


My eyes fluttered open. My heart beats rapidly, causing me to catch my breath. Then I remember Pierre. My eyes intantly caught his face. He has fallen asleep while his arms held me tight. 


I inhaled his scent again to calm myself. When I realize what has happened, I smiled. 


There's nothing to be afraid of. It was just a dream.
