Saraphina: Rebirth of the alpha kings bride

Where are we going?” A little girl hushed at her friend in front of her. “We’re not meant to wander around the palace saraphina!” The girl said again in loud whispers to saraphina who had ignored her earlier. “Oh hush it Laurel, your countless questions could get us caught ” saraphina said, turning towards her friend. The two girls, Saraphina and Laurel, were currently wandering round the forbidden corners of the palace. They were orphans who had been taken into the palace after the tragic death of their parents and destruction of their pack. They had just arrived the palace barely a week ago, and little saraphina had decided to drag her friend on this dangerous quest out of her curiosity of what lies in the shadows. “The king would kill us” laurel fretted ‘no no I doubt he will get to see us alive” she continued “court lady Rena would ski- mmph” Laurel’s voice was silenced as saraphina placed one hand over her mouth and completely pulled her back behind the bushes. “What-” “Shhhh” Saraphina hushed “look over there” she whispered, pointing towards a certain direction. A few feet from them were four guys, all in their teenage years, between the ages 19 to 16, hitting and bullying a younger boy. The young boy was covered in bruises, sweats and blood. “Look at that, he can’t even heal” one of the boys mocked, and the rest laughed, shoving their feets into the younger boy. “You dare call yourself our brother, a prince? when you can’t heal, you don’t even have a wolf, you are weak just like your lowly dead mother!” The oldest among the boys spat, he seems to be their leader. The young boys were all princes of the Alpha king. Prince Jaren, Prince Autry, Prince Danil, and Prince Corey. “Ahhhhh” the younger boy roared, as he picked up a stone from beside him and threw it at Prince Jaren. The stone hit Jaren in the head and immediately started drawing out blood. The younger boy rose, before any of the princes could comprehend what was going on. He launched at the older boy’s neck in anger. The young boy was livid, hearing the insults thrown at his mother ignited a fire within him. His mother was the only one who loved him till her death, she cherished him and cared for him, she protected him even when she didn’t have the power to. He could take any insult, but any insult thrown at his mother he couldn’t take. As he held on to Prince Jaren’s neck, the rest of the princes quickly rushed forward and pulled him back, slamming him to the ground. “How dare you?” Prince Danil fired, as he smacked the young boy in the face. “You dare hurt the future king?” It was Prince Corey who fired next, as he kicked the young boy in the guts. Prince Jaren was livid in anger, the audacity of this weakling to wound him with a stone and try to strangle him. He pushed his brothers away and started beating the young boy. Soon after the rest of the princes joined him, ganging up against the smaller boy. The boy took the hits without any sound of pain coming from him. He wouldn’t give them what they wanted. They wanted him to plead, to cry out in pain, to beg them, but he wouldn’t. Far from them the two girls watched in horror, tears pulling from their eyes. “Why are they doing that?” Laurel asked, her voice strained, as she struggled not to cry out loud. Saraphina said nothing in response to her question, just looking on. The princes would have known of their presence, if they weren’t fully concentrated on beating the young lad to a pulp. Just then another boy pulled out from the corners, running towards the rest boys. “Prince Jaren, our father the king seeks us all” the boy said in panting breaths. He must have ran a long way to be able to get to the other boys. The young boy was the king's fifth son, Prince Clovis. The Prince Clovis quickly threw a glance at the younger boy on the floor, covered in his own blood. Jaren huffed, pushing himself off from the young lad on the floor. “Let’s go” he says as he throws one last disgusting look at the boy. As the young boys left, saraphina and Laurel breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful to the heavens for saving the poor boy. “Saraphina, let’s leave before they come back and catch us here” Laurel said, fear evident in her voice. Saraphina kept looking at the boy. Her small heart broke for him, he was only young and didn’t deserve what they did to him. She could feel his pain, and for some reason she wanted to console him. She quietly walked towards him, much to the dismay of Laurel. The boy tried getting up, but the pain weighed him down. Just then a shadow befell him and he thought his brothers were back to continue their assault, but he was wrong. Looking up he saw a young girl; to him, she seemed to be ten years old; she had golden blonde hair, with porcelain fair skin, and her face-its left part was scarred. Her face seemed to have been melted by fire. It was gruesome that the young boy almost felt sorry, and imagined the kind of pain she might have gone through. All though the left part of her face was damaged, the other side of her face though not burnt, had a few scars. He could tell she must have been a beautiful girl. She had beautiful emerald colored eyes that seemed to draw him in. “Are you okay?” Her soft voice pulled him out of this thoughts. She stretched out her hands for him, to be able to pull himself up, but he swat her hands away, managing to get up by himself. “I don’t need your help, leave” he said rudely, pushing past her, as he made his way farther into the surrounding area. “Hold on, let me help you tend to your wounds” Saraphina insisted, holding unto his arms, but she’s immediately pushed down, her butt smacking the hard ground. Her face twists in pain. “I said let me be, you ugly creature!” The boy spat in pain. “Don’t pity me, and don’t try to act kind, I despise such people the most” he says once again. Saraphina humphs, getting up she dusts her now dirty gown. “It’s fine, you can let it all out, I’ll listen. But please let me help you, I can tell you’re in so much pain” she says softly, her eyes never leaving his. The boy was baffled, he had spoken so rudely to her and yet she still offered to help him, did the burn she suffered affect her head. In annoyance he turns away walking. The girl seeing it as an approval, follows closely behind him. “I’m saraphina, what’s your name?” The boy doesn’t answer “Well then I’ll call you friend, friend” she says chirpily “Don’t call me that” he refutes almost immediately “Then how can I address you friend?” “I said don’t call me that!” He spat again, earning a giggle from saraphina. They both walk silently towards an old abandoned building. “Fenir” “Huh” “I’m Fenir” the boy said, and he immediately made his way into the dusty house. Saraphina smiled, she happily made her way inside, completely forgetting about her friend Laurel. ..