Escaping the Rogue King

Sweet dreams

Midi’s PoV

Listening to Cal talk about ‘our’ pack was leaving my mind in a turmoil. I felt some sort of pull in my hear, as if I belonged and cared for them. But I couldn’t shake my anger that if this so called pack existed why was my family all alone when they met their deaths. Cal’s hand on mine was soothing to begin with but the alcohol was starting to destroy my inhibitions and whoever there was a lull in conversation I kept thinking about ripping his clothes off.

I glanced at the clock- 3 in the morning. We’d been sat talking for hours.

I needed to shake myself out of this. Royal is due back the day after tomorrow and I need to be gone by then. I’ve already delayed my plans a day for Cal... who is what to me? Just a good looking werewolf? It’s pathetic ... I just feel such a draw to him. I frowned.

‘Cal?’ He looked up into my eyes and my breath hitched in my chest. His look held such genuine concern it almost hurt that he wasn’t mine. ‘Erm it’s a bit... late.. I can get some spare bedding out for the sofa... or I can sleep on the sofa and you can have my bed? You’re much bigger than me-‘

‘Princess,’ he cut in sternly, ‘I would never take your bed and expect you to sleep somewhere less comfortable. And besides, I’d get it all hairy.’ He finished with a smile and a wink, but I didn’t understand.

‘Hairy?....’

‘I sleep in my wolf form.’

‘Oh... why?’ I asked, genuinely curious.

‘Well ... I mean I sleep in forests a lot when I’m travelling - so it’s safer and warmer! But also part of my training, they told us it strengthening the connection between man and wolf.’

At that last part I felt my skin goose bump. Could it really do that? I ached yo hear my wolf talk...

‘There’s plenty of room here by the fire for another wolf...’ he continued with a cheeky smirk.

Cal’s PoV

I could see something I’d said had interested her about sleeping in wolf form... and I couldn’t resist attempting to get her to sleep by me. We’d only been in each others presence a few hours but the thought of her sleeping a few meters away in a different room was already painful for me.

‘Ok’ she almost whispered, and I could feel my wolf prancing for joy as I tried to remain cool and indifferent. She silently padded out the room to change and I did the same.

So which spots yours?

She asked when she returned. Ladies first I did a low bow, if only she knew how genuine it was. Her wolf held itself with such confidence and grace- it bordered on arrogance, and was undeniably regal. My dangerous warrior wolf became putty in her paws!

She settled gracefully near the fire on a corner of the rug, leaving a large empty space for me. I sighed, but settled for the middle of the rug, allowing my tail to drape over hers, so it looked like I wasn’t deliberately touching her but I could feel her there when I shut my eyes.

Good night princess. Whispered but she was already asleep. I crept an inch or two closer so the hairs down my body could feel hers, a small pocket of warm connecting us, and shut my eyes to follow her into sleep.