Revenge For His Queen

II

He didn't intend to find a queen, no woman could ever match the madness he held within, but he went to these stupid gatherings to please the council. Each year he would attend, and each year he would go home alone.

That was until he saw her. Until he saw the fiery look in her eyes, and he knew that he wasn't going home alone this time.

There was an order for this event. The women would be called out and state their name, which packs they were from, and then he'd choose if they were worthy enough for him. The majority looked the same, similar hair and similar dresses, dresses that barely covered anything, but he didn't want that. He wanted the girl in a floor-length gown with a slit on the thigh.

He wanted the girl that was receiving dirty looks from other women but didn't seem to care.

The King didn't care for the introductions of women that he would forget. He only wanted the one before him.

"State your name and pack." His voice boomed across the hall, silencing the crowd as he stared at the woman in red. She had him exactly where she wanted him and took a step forward, noticing him staring at her lips as she spoke.

"I am Everlyn Saunders. I do not belong to a pack, for I am a woman that cannot be silenced by the men of the blood moon pack." Gasps could be heard across the crowd, but the women knew not to talk, for it would anger the King, and everyone knew not to do that.

He was taken back by her answer. She didn't smell like a rogue; she didn't even smell like a normal wolf. There was too much power in this woman's scent for her not to have alpha blood in her.

She smirked at the King's reaction. She knew a witch that masked her scent to hide the fact that she was rogue.

The King replaced his shocked expression to that of determination, "I want her." His voice was quiet, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear with their werewolf hearing.

"But King, you haven't gone through the rest of the women." A man interjected. He looked like he was ready to faint when he saw the look of anger on the King.

"I SAID I WANT HER!" He shouted. A few women covered their ears with their hands, but the rest of the woman stayed still, watching him. Her eyes never left him, not even when the other man had spoken.

She waited for him to turn back around before she did a little curtesy. "As you wish, my king." Her voice had a playful tone to it, one that made the King smile.

This will be fun. They both thought.

~

The palace was beautiful.

White marble steps lead up to the grand door, two guards standing beside it. As if on cue, the giant door slowly opened, letting the King and his queen enter.

The two had been silent during the car journey, but it felt comfortable. Everlyn was in awe as she took in the beauty of it all. Her eyes noticed all the paintings of different wolves and moons, she wanted to trail her fingers across the detailed art, but she knew not to.

The King watched as her lips parted in amazement as she took everything in. A staircase was in the middle of the room, splitting off into two after a certain point, leading to the palace's opposite ends.

Her heels clanked on the marble floor as she walked, going deeper through the place. There were so many doors. So many rooms for the woman to remember, the two had reached another large door, but it didn't open as they arrived like the first one had.

The King stepped forward and pushed the wooden door open. The door creaked loudly as it revealed a giant room. Everlyn followed suit and stepped through the doorway. The room was that big that they were standing on the balcony overlooking it. A wave of smugness washed over the male as he too took in the room; it even amazed him every time he was in there.

A glass chandelier dangled from the ceiling, but the light was not on. Instead, the natural light that shone through the windows lit up the room. One of the walls was missing, and glass panels replaced the brick so that you could look down upon the kingdom. Everlyn hadn't even realised that they were on a hill until she stared out of glass.

Red drapes fell from the ceiling to the floor with gold ropes holding them in place. They most likely closed the curtains when they held big events, so unwanted paparazzi couldn't take photos.

"It's beautiful." She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned against the railing.

The King stood behind her, close enough for Everlyn to feel his breath on her neck. "It is."

His voice sent shivers down her spine, and she loved it, she didn't know this man, but she had a feeling they were perfect for each other.

"Let me show you to your quarters." She turned to face him, her chest to his chest as they breathed in sync. Something about this man made her want to rip his clothes off. Maybe it was the slight stubble that adorned his face that made her feel this way. She did always have a thing for men with facial hair.

Or maybe it was the fact she could see the look in his eyes as he stared down at her, he wanted her, and she loved it.

Her head c****d to the side as she sent a sweet smile to him, but he knew better to believe that the smile was 'sweet.' 

"How about you show me to your bedroom instead?" her hand trailed up his chiseled chest until her fingers wrapped around his tie, pulling him down, so he matched her height.

A growl released from the King's mouth as he stared into the woman's eyes, the eyes that had mischief in them. Her lips brushed against his, leaving a mark of red on the King's bottom lip. His hands gripped onto the rail behind her, trapping her in.

"All in sweet time, Everlyn." And with that, the man pulled away and started marching his way to the staircase, knowing full well that his queen was trailing behind him.