THE LYING KING

Scar pt3

Was she hurt? Was she trapped? Could she be somewhere stuck? I was tuned into the intensity of whatever she was feeling, but it was staticky, like an old radio, the exact thought wasn't clear; but the signal was strong enough to know, she was feeling something deeply; and it made her scared for her life. I knew I needed to find her, but I didn’t even know where to begin, any other time I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her or to smell her fragrance. It was etched into my skin now; shea butter and fresh coconut water. Usually then I could find her in the store, otherwise she was at the castle grounds, probably in the palace, but tonight was different. If she went home and spoke to the King, she might find out everything, and without me around to explain, she was definitely going to have the wrong idea. I need to clear my head. There was nothing I could do in this moment to fix it, to comfort her. I decided to take a bath; her scent while intoxicating; had me beyond “frustrated” and the more I thought about it, the harder it became not to storm the doors of the palace. The thought of it alone made me laugh; my real laugh; loud, identifying, obnoxious, high-pitched, and maybe even a little scary. I was losing the battle I couldn’t continue to fight this urge. I needed to see her. I needed to look her in her face and wipe the tears from her mysterious; but soft; almond shaped eyes and promise her, no convince her, I would never hurt her. Since she probably thought I wanted to kill her thanks to the king and his bigotry. I just knew she had been raised to believe that we were carnivorous, sadistic, vicious, violent beings, and it wasn’t further from the truth. We loved hard. We were all about community and despite our appearance as that of a predator, we were workers givers protectors the original Kingsman all heart! There was pride in that. Pride I knew she had in her! Pride in her work, in herself, in her home, and no one had taught her that! It was her culture, that was her rich ancestry, that was who she was at her core, and I just wanted to give her all of that back, all of the time, and energy she poured into the royal family, making them comfortable, making them happy, giving them amusement; even at her own expense. I wanted to be there for HER, make HER feel loved and catered to, for once. I had to stop thinking about it or I was going to leave this tub and do something I will regret. I had already taken all the books that told our real history and hid them in my apartment. I was waiting to put them in an underground storage bunker that I had built just outside the kingdom, but I had to do it on the new moon when everyone will be recovering from their full moon fun. I plan to skip this full moon as an alpha I am strong enough to resist the urge to shift, and I wouldn’t be exhausted tomorrow night I could only do it once every couple of full moons so I had to be strategic but this full moon wasn't supposed to happen something changed in the cosmos, the night we met I was just about to shift from man to hyena without warning, and as I'm rushing in the exit door away from the moonlight, thinking it was the doorway, to the stairs that go to the front door of the apartment, and instead fling myself right into her arms. I wasn’t ready to meet her yet, but I knew it was fate. There was no other way to explain that random full moon or tonight's. It took all of my strength, not to just drag her into the moonlight with me and show her herself. It would have explained so much and helped me show her the answers to so many questions I already knew she would have. But when we collided and somehow the moon spun, I didn't see it, but it went from a full moon to a half-moon, throwing my calendar and schedule completely off and it had done it again tonight. I knew she had never changed before, all her life living in the Palace, I also knew the King wouldn’t allow it. They use moonstones within all the doorways to prevent it, and I knew he didn’t even know about the curse; the King told me so much but that’s because he didn’t respect me. He didn't see me as a threat. I was just a means to an end, an easy way to hurt her, the love of my life, my one true mate, and my alpha.