Wanted By The Cursed Alpha king

Don’t keep me waiting, Blue.

Blue's POV

"What?! It didn't work!" Sarah exclaimed, staring at me worriedly.

I nodded slowly. "Yes. And he was really mad about it."

I could still remember the look he had on his face... he looked disappointed, but at the same time, he had murderous eyes.

"Oh my goodness, what are we going to do?" Sarah asked fearfully.

I stared at her, confused by her sudden worry. "We don't have to do anything. This isn't our concern."

"Can't you see what's happening?" She pressed, her eyes wide open.

"See what?" I replied, still unable to understand what she had in mind.

"The king, he got you out of prison because he needed your flames. And now that you're of no help to him, don't you think he'd want to return you to the prison he got you from or send you out of his pack?"

I fell silent, her words echoing in my mind. "But... he gave Hershel until dawn to come up with a solution."

"What if he doesn't?"

I bit my lower lip, standing up from the bed. I walked around, trying to arrange my thoughts. He wouldn't really abandon me if he has no use for me... right?

I turned to Sarah. "He wouldn't... right?"

Sarah exhaled, stood up, and walked over to me. "I know you want to believe that he won't send you away. But you have to face it, Blue – you're a nobody to him. And I know you want to say that my next words are nothing but rumours, but King Wilder is known to not even care for his own people, the people of Night Shade Pack."

She paused, letting her words sink in. Then she continued, "And if he decides to keep you here, you might become his slave. He would use your power to his benefit, and worse... you would be trapped in this tiny underground room."

'...you would be trapped in this tiny underground room....' That cannot happen to me. I want to be out there. I need to be out there. I want to see out there.

Sighing, I walked to the couch and sat down. "What would you have me do, then?"

She crouched down in front of me, "We run," she urged, clasping my hands in hers. Her eyes burning with urgency. "Let's run away, Blue."

I hesitated— hasty decisions weren't my way of survival— but survival demanded it. I sighed, keeping a straight face. "Fine, let's run."

I rose to my feet. "We leave at midnight."

Sarah clapped excitedly, grinning. Why is she so thrilled about feeling?

A knock came on the room door, and I stared at Sarah, feeling a bit frightened. Could it be Wilder? Is he here to chase us out? But if that's the case, I don't think he would be knocking.

I sat down on the couch, composed myself, then yelled, "Come in."

An elderly woman, who should probably be in her fifties walked in, her hair was tied up in a severe bun. Her uniform was unlike the other's and she radiated with much authority, demanding respect from me.

"Good morning, my lady. I am the head of servants. You can call me Rosemary, my lady," she introduced herself, standing before me with an air of dignity. I guess working for the royals somehow made her one.

"What can I do for you, Rosemary?" I asked, trying not to be intimidated by her peering stares.

"You have to come with me, my lady."

"To where? And why?" I asked, crossing my legs.

"It is not my place to tell you. But for the why – it is the king's order."

I wrapped my hands around my chest in defiance. So what if it's the king's order? I won't jump into a lake just because he ordered me to?

"I will not move an inch from here, Rosemary. Tell that to your king."

She turned around, clapped her hands twice, and four female servants rushed into the room.

"Take her," Rosemary ordered.

The girls proceeded to grab me, but the moment they got closer, my head lit up in blue fire, and they jumped back in fright.

I stood up and glared at them, my eyes sparkling with my fire. "I can see your king didn't tell you that I am a dangerous woman."

I smirked at them, my flames intensifying. "I will burn everyone one of you to ashes if you get closer again."

The head servant immediately dropped to her knees, bowing her head. "Please forgive my rudeness, and that of my subordinates, my lady." She apologised, and the rest of her team followed suit.

I sat back down, crossing my legs with my hands folded across my chest. "Whatever. Now leave."

I couldn't believe that Wilder, that walking embodiment of hotness, wanted to throw me out of his palace. If I was to leave, I would be the one doing so, and in my own terms.

"I... I can't leave this room without you, my lady," Rosemary said, her voice trembling. "The king would have me beheaded if that happens. Please, my lady, save my life."

What on earth was going on? Why would he have her beheaded just because she couldn't get me out of this room?

I stared at Sarah, who shrugged, equally perplexed.

Was Wilder really that wicked?

"Fine. Lead the way," I sighed, resigning myself to my fate as I stood up. Sarah followed suit.

We trailed behind Rosemary as she led us out of the underground room and into a much larger room in the main palace building.

From that moment on, I was completely baffled by the events unfolding around me. I was stripped of my clothes, bathed, and then dressed in the most stunning attire I had ever laid eyes on. My hands, ears, and neck were adorned with exquisite gold jewellery. A touch of makeup was applied to my face, and I was given a stunning hairdo. Finally, I was ready— my shoes securely in place.

But the question remained: what was I getting ready for?

"Do you have any idea where they're taking us?" Sarah whispered to me as we walked out of the large room and down the lengthy hallway.

I shook my head, having no idea whatsoever. "I'm in the dark, just like you."

We followed the head servant in silence, and soon she stopped before two gigantic doors. She turned around, smiling at me.

"Congratulations in advance, my lady."

What was she congratulating me for?

The guards standing before the massive doors opened them, and I stepped into the room with Sarah behind me. I gasped in shock at the sight of the room, which was filled to the brim with people.

And right at the far end of the room — standing opposite me — Wilder Reagan stood before an altar, gazing at me softly. He took a step towards me, and the closer he got, the more familiar his attire looked. Wilder Reagan was dressed in traditional wedding attire.

Wait!

The floral arches... the gathered crowd... and my gown. I stared down at my dress, and then it clicked – my stunningly beautiful dress was, in fact, a traditional wedding gown.

I was getting married, and Wilder Reagan is my husband?

"Don't tell me I'm your maid of honour," Sarah whispered in my ear, and I nodded slowly. "I think you are."

I felt dazed.

Wilder Reagan halted before me, stretching out his hand with an impatient smile on his face. "Don't keep me waiting, Blue."

Still in a daze, I raised my hand, ready to take his. Sarah gripped my arm. "Are you sure, Blue? If we stay, you might get burned..."

Gazing deeply into Wilder's dark eyes, I replied, "Then I would gladly dance in his flames."