Slave of the Wolf King

Olyria's pov The doors to the throne room were kicked open. I was laying on my husband's thigh, amongst the other queens. But the moment we saw the army that walked in. We scrambled and hid behind the large pillars. King Kubar, my husband, attempted to run, but a spear had been flung by the Wolf King. And it pinned his regal coat to the wall. Even our palace guards were too scared to come close. "Kubar." The wolf king growled, towering above the throne as more members of his armies trooped inside with their weapons. Which in my opinion, we wouldn't stand a chance even if they were without. "King Thorne...." I gasped as Kubar was lifted off the ground, his neck encased in the grip of the wolf king. His eyes were wicked, silver and cold, his thick mane flowed down his strong shoulders like a cloak of night atop his even darker coat. His hands tightened against my husband's throat and I could see Kubar wet himself. "Why haven't the bags of coal reached my kingdom yet, in the past two weeks?" "M-my stores.....my stores are low" Kubar stammered. Lies. The wolf king snarled, the scar across the bridge of his nose stretching into his features. "Bring forth the coals you hide, or else" I sucked in my breath as the light died in Kubar's eyes, he lowered his head and gestured for the shaky guards to bring forth the supplies of coal. The guards came forward a few seconds later with large sacks. The wolf king's eyes burned with disbelief. "So you have been withholding them from me?" My mind flashed to Kubar's conversations, about the time where he was boasting about trading more coals to the east in exchange for more wives. Wasting what could've been tribute. "It was a lapse in thinking, King Thorne, I promise you that it will never happ—" His large palm squeezed tighter around Kubar's neck, making his eyes bulge out of his sockets. "Double the coal, please, I'll offer triple the coal. Just have Mercy." "Mercy?" The wolf King echoed. "double the coal?That isn't enough to save your lands from my wrath Kubar." As he was speaking, his entourage started drawing out their weapons. I felt my heart sink into my guts. "Wait!" Kubar wheezed out, "Triple the coal, and....a-and her." Kubar's gaze shifted to me, my blood turned to ice. The wolf king followed the look, his eyes found mine. I shrunk, my fingers trembling against the pillars. "Who is she?", he barked. "Olyria, the finest of my queens," My lips parted in shock, this couldn't be happening. Kubar was.....batering me up for trade?. Before I could even attempt finding an escape point, the wolf king's soldiers seized me. I shake my head and try to fight their grip. They brought me towards the wolf king, he released Kubar's neck and turned to me. "A human...." He murmured, lifting his callous fingers to run through my red locks. "With....rare features." Kubar nodded. My hair was long, shiny, thick, blood red in colour, and the men in the court often boasted that my light brown eyes seemed to have speckles of gold dust in them. I knew I was appealing to the eyes, but now, my looks felt like a curse because he was looking upon me like I was some sort of snack. He grabbed my chin roughly and sniffed me. I struggled against his grip on my chin. "Stay still," he commanded, "or I'll snap your limbs in place." I froze, too afraid to move. Kubar bowed his head in shame. Too much of a coward to meet my eyes after he had betrayed me like this. "Her scent.....is unique." The wolf king's eyes twinkled as his soldiers nodded in unison. The next words that tumbled out of his lips, might've very well changed my fate, for much worse than I already lived through. "Mate." He murmured. . "Mate." He repeated, his expression portraying a mix of shock and humour. His armies looked at one another, evidently surprised. I, on the other hand, still couldn't process it. I had read books about werewolves, I knew a little about what mates meant. I also knew that humans and werewolves never got mated in our world, it was an ancient rule that tainted many bloodlines. So how was I his mate? "Aye, the moon goddess strikes again." He chuckled as he let go of my chin. Waving dismissively to Kubar. "I'll take your little queen as compensation for the headache you've caused me. In the meantime, ensure that triple the initial amount of coals intended reach my Kingdom before I do." Kubar nodded, kneeling and bowing in gratitude as he assured the wolf king that nothing would go wrong this time. The other queens and servants came out from their hiding spot behind the other bigger pillars. Everyone was relieved, everyone except me. Because I knew that a blood thirsty tyrant, the embodiment of c*****e itself, had lay claim on me. "Another slave." He bent to my eye level and grinned, searching my eyes for something. "You seem very fertile." He held my wrist and placed a hand on my stomach. "Olyria...." He murmured, tasting my name on my tongue. "Y-yes?" I croaked out, "You seem fit enough to bear my heir." I gasped, "But a human ca—" "But apparently you can. There's something about your biological configuration that makes you the only woman that might be able to actually carry my child." Before I could say another word, before I could open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs. My mouth was sealed with a gag, and I was led away from the throne room, from the life that I had adapted to, and from Cresit. And most hauntingly, my freedom had been left behind. I was thrown into a carriage by him, he sat opposite me and crossed his legs atop one another. His eyes rested amusingly on me as he placed his spear beside him. "You are valuable to me from now on, but make no mistake and think that there won't be discipline if you upset me." He brought out a collar from the back of his seat. He fiddled with it. It was crusty, rusty, and dusty. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while, and I could see a few smudges of blood on it.