Taming the Rogue King

Where are they?

Liam

He stopped when they were near enough for him to hear what was happening. He couldn’t risk Ira getting into harm's way. No matter how preoccupied he was with the mess in his own life, he would not let Ira suffer.

He looked at the three and mentally heaved a sigh of relief. Miriam was still alive. Kneeling in front of Kirra’s wolf who was still in the concentric blue rings. Miriam looked despondent as she stared at her broken staff.

The breaking of the staff must have triggered the flashes of memories. Her spell must have broken with the staff. 

As he trotted towards them she spat at James and tried to stand. “How the f**k did you do that?”

She stumbled back into her kneeling position. She must be in pain or it could be James' spell, Liam did not care anymore.

“That’s my innate power. I can control the elements, just like you can control people.” James said, walking towards her. “I don’t want to kill you but I am no one to decide this. You have wronged Kirra and her clan. She will decide your fate. Meanwhile...”  He touched her forehead with his ring finger at her third eye and muttered something.

Another shot of pain burst through his head and his heart as if tearing his body apart...

NO! James is going to kill my only link to my parents.

He rushed towards them at full speed not caring for the frantic "Liam! Stop!" request from Ira.

As James' finger pressed on Miriam's forehead for longer the intensity of ache in his head and heart increased to unbearable levels. He had to push James away. He wouldn't let the last link be lost.

In his obsession to save Miriam, he did not hear the feeble whisper, "Noooo!" from Ira. He did not realise that the whisper was too near for comfort. It was as if it played in his mind.

But obsession affects people weirdly. It makes you ignore what is important and makes you fret for what may be deleterious, bordering on dangerous.

So he missed Ira's voice in his head and instead rammed against James pushing him aside and standing in front of his so-called mother. Defeated and weak, she looked half his size. His humongous wolf towered over her.

His contempt and anger must have been easily palpable. If she wasn't holding the secrets to his past he would have killed her in a jiffy.

She must have known that her spell is broken, but the manipulative b***h looked into his eyes and smiled maliciously. In a made-up sickly sweet voice, she crooned. “Liam, my son! You saved me.”

If only he could talk in his wolf form! He could feel the astonishment of Kirra and James.

He let his wolf take a step back and turned into his human form.

Picking up Miriam by her neck, he held her high with her feet dangling. “You BI*TCH! Who are my parents? Where are they?” He fumed in a gruff voice filled with spite. 

He let his alpha voice take over, although that did very little to the witches. Any werewolf in front of him would have s**t in his pants but he had to try.

But Miriam threw her head back and laughed. Fuc*king Bi*tch!

Dangling in her black cloak she looked like a tawny bat. But he knew it was just a sham. She was no weakling.

He tightened his grip around her neck causing Miriam to suddenly stop her pathetic laughter.

She caught hold of Liam's hand holding her neck to loosen his grip and flapped her legs as if she was trying to kick him. Neither could she budge his hand nor could her short legs reach his beastly body.

It would have been easy to just snap the neck and end her pitiable life but just as he would have let his instinct take over he felt Ira's calming presence around him.

Her warm hand rested on his shoulder relaxing his hold on the witch and acting as a balm on his anxious body.

“Don’t get her blood on your hands. This is not who you are!” Ira implored moving something in his core.

Liam couldn't say no to his mate's gentle words.

He growled, still looking at Miriam, “you are lucky that she is here!”

He brought Miriam down and loosened his grip once her feet were on the ground but continued to hold her by her neck. 

Miriam's hands remained around his hand at her neck. She narrowed her eyes at Ira. “What is she to you?”

“None of your business! Tell me about my parents or die right now.” Liam barked.

She smirked wickedly. “So you have suddenly got the balls to question me? I might have lost my abilities to James, I still have a hidden talent though!” 

She snorted and continued. “You are a bastard that your parents left to die in the No Man’s land. You will never find them. They hated you! I saved you! Is this how you pay me back?” She spat.

She blinked her eyes vigorously and within seconds vanished leaving thin air in his hand. He stared at his hand still thinking about what the witch had just said. Was it true? Was I unwanted? Is that why no one looked for me? Is that why I grew up as a rogue?

Finally, James spoke. “She is gone, mate. If you would have allowed me to finish my magic, she would have lost all her powers.”

Liam looked at James, suddenly realising that there were other people around.

So easy for this guy to be condescending! What would he know about the pain of being an orphan? Liam thought. “I needed answers!” He sneered. “So you are Ira's brother?”

“If you don’t mind,” James pointed at him, conjuring a pair of grey cutoffs and a white T-shirt for him. “My soulmate is stuck in there and I don’t want her to see you in all your glory!” 

James turned to Kirra's wolf and flicked his hand. The rings around Kirra vanished.

In a flash she trotted towards him and pounced, bringing him down with her. She licked James all over his face. She wagged her tail in glee as James burst into playful laughter. “Aren't you a frisky little wolfie!” She wagged her tail in agreement. “Now let Kirra come to me. We have some work to sort out. Then we can be together until you get tired of me.”

The dark brown wolf had a tuft of shiny cream hair on her left flank. She looked over her shoulder with her crystal grey eyes at Liam and nodded, turning into a voluptuous woman with long wavy brown hair.

He scowled at the couple thinking of how happy they were and how horribly ill-fated he was.

He still had no idea about his past or his parents, he had already committed to a marriage that he knew he would hate till the end of his life and he had a fatal attraction for the delicate temptress who stood next to him. Nothing in his life was on track. Nothing was working!

As Kirra resurfaced James waved his hand and she was again in her fight clothes. The leather shirt and pants were completely intact as if they hadn’t just torn apart when her wolf had suddenly surfaced.

She looked at James and lovingly ran her fingers through his shoulder length, curly hair. He was a good looking man. He had fair skin and he clearly took his exercise seriously.

Ira came from a family of good genes! Their eyes were similar although they were of different colours. His were green while Ira’s were a beautiful shade of blue.

He had never seen a dusky woman with blue eyes. The combination made her look regal. If he was the Alpha King he would love to have her as his Queen.

The thought scared him. That was impossible. He couldn’t… wouldn’t do this. He had to break the mate bond. He would have to reject her.

He decided to check with Maggie. He had no idea how a mate bond could be broken for a Rogue King.

“I love you!” Kirra whispered and got onto her tiptoes.

James looked down into her eyes. “I love you more, my angel.” He brought his head down and kissed Kirra’s lips.

Liam continued to scowl. Now that he knew that Kirra wasn’t responsible for his father’s death, he did not hate Kirra and James any more. But he wasn’t very happy with their obvious PDA. Especially because Liam had to keep his hands off Ira. His hands itched to touch her so he shoved his hands into the pockets of his cut offs.

As she stood smiling next to Liam., Ira chirped. “You two should learn to behave when you have an audience!”

Kirra smiled back. “Ira! You are alright!”

“Yup! In the pink of my health!” She twirled around herself. 

She looked like a little girl as she lifted on leg and pirouetted around gracefully.

Kirra grimaced at the deep wounds on Ira’s back which were soiled with dried blood. Liam could see Kirra’s eyes take in the cuts and bruises on Ira’s back, face and legs which were in various levels of healing. Thanks to Maggie’s powerful healing concoction.

James' body went stiff next to Kirra. “Who the fu*ck did that to you?” he bellowed.

Liam knew this was going to happen. 

“I am alright bro! Relax!” Ira quipped.

“Don’t you f**k*ing ask me to relax! Did this bloody Rogue King do this to you? I am going to tear this bas*tard apart!” Pointing at Liam, James rebuked Ira.

Of course, it was his fault. He had been careless enough to let Ira slip from his room and then land in Miriam's hands. The woman was cruel! At least they were lucky that she did not know about Ira’s identity! He would not fight back. James had the right to punish him.

Ira raised her eyebrows sheepishly. “Actually, no. The witch did this and this Rogue King saved me.” She turned to look at Liam with adoration confusing him.

How could she feel anything but hatred towards him?