Little Wolf
1249 Words
Blake POV
The doors to my chambers shut behind me with a soft thud, the corridor’s cold air filling my lungs like icewater. I exhaled slowly, trying—failing—to release the tension coiled in my chest.
“My prince,” Jason murmured beside me, his voice low with concern. “Is something wrong?”
“No.”
His brows drew together. “The girl… is she not to your liking? We can bring another.”
“No.”
My answer cracked like a whip.
“She stays.”
Jason dropped his gaze. Smart. My temper tonight was one spark away from fire.
I listed the potions I required—healing, calming, protective—and sent him away before turning back toward the heavy wooden door that separated me from her.
My Doll.
My rogue.
My problem.
Our mate.
Blaze’s voice rumbled through my mind, deep and certain.
The words tightened something inside me.
“She is a rogue wolf,” I shot back silently. “Forbidden. Off-limits. Impossible.”
Yet she is ours.
I clenched my jaw.
Blaze felt her fear earlier—so did I. It curled around her like smoke, sharp and intoxicating. But beneath it lingered something softer. Something that rattled me.
And gods help me… she was beautiful.
Too damn beautiful.
A fragile creature, all thin bones and bruised skin, small enough that my rage simmered every time I replayed her capture. She had been starving. Hunted. Condemned for trying to survive.
A rogue wolf… and still breathtaking.
Her chestnut hair had spilled over her shoulders as she trembled in my bed earlier, and the sight dug under my armor in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
In this room—my room—she would be safe. Even from me, if I could help it.
Jason returned quickly, potions clinking softly in his hands, along with a tray stacked with food.
“My prince,” he said, handing them over.
“From this moment on,” I said, voice low and cold, “no one enters my chambers. No guards. No attendants. No one.”
I paused. “If she needs anything, I will handle it. She is not to be touched.”
Jason swallowed hard. “Understood.”
I stepped back into my chambers and sealed the door behind me.
The silence was sharp.
She was curled on the tiny bed inside her cage, arms wrapped tight around herself, trembling in the dim light. Each shaky inhale scraped against my senses—every sound she made was a pull on a thread inside me I didn’t know existed.
She is uncomfortable, Blaze growled.
“She is safe,” I told him. “For now, that must be enough.”
I noticed something odd—the gag and blindfold were still in place. She hadn’t removed them, even with her hands freed.
Good.
Obedience was essential until she understood the danger she lived with.
I approached the cage. She tensed instantly—her fear spiking like lightning. It hit Blaze and me both, stirring instinct, desire, protectiveness, hunger.
I stepped inside.
“For now, little wolf,” I said quietly, “you will always be restrained with me. As you obey, I will grant you freedoms.”
Her breath quickened behind the gag, but she didn’t fight when I lifted her gently. Her body was light—too light. I resettled her on the bed, fingers brushing the metal collar around her neck. It hummed faintly with magic, responding to my touch.
I took her hands and guided them above her head, securing the cuffs to the bed’s attachments, but allowing her to remain seated.
“I’m going to remove the gag,” I said. “I’ll place several vials to your lips. You will drink each one. Understand?”
She nodded, small and tight.
Her lips were soft when I unfastened the gag. She gasped a breath of freedom, her mouth trembling.
“If you promise to speak only when I ask—or if you need something, like the bathroom—I’ll leave it off.”
Another nod.
I held the first vial to her lips. She drank obediently, the blue liquid glowing faintly as it slid down her throat.
“These will help you heal,” I said quietly. “You do not mend quickly, little wolf. And while you belong to me… you will be cared for.”
A tremor ran through her. Her courage and fear wove together like threads of the same fabric.
“You are brave… yet trembling,” I murmured. “You were promised survival as a slave if you refused me. Yet you chose this. Tell me—do you understand what a rut does?”
“You may speak.”
“No,” she whispered.
I cursed softly. Her innocence was staggering.
“Do you know what heat is?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Then imagine that—” I leaned closer, the warmth of her skin settling my restless beast, “—but amplified for a male until it borders madness.”
She swallowed hard.
Her scent… gods. It softened everything inside me that had been raw and burning for years. A hint of arousal clung to her, delicate and intoxicating enough that Blaze rumbled with pleasure.
I brushed my fingertips over her arm. Her skin was warm, impossibly soft. The subtle shiver that traveled through her nearly undid me.
Her stomach growled.
I exhaled, steadying myself, then opened the tray. “It’s not poison,” I said gently, offering her a piece of meat.
She hesitated. Then parted her lips, taking it slowly. Hunger won out. She ate quietly, with small grateful breaths between each bite. I held a glass to her mouth, letting her drink.
When she finished, I spoke again.
“I’ll release your hands and feet shortly. Once I leave this room, you may remove the blindfold. The collar stays on—it is fused with magic and will harm you if you tamper with it. When it buzzes, you put your blindfold on. When I return, you obey.”
She nodded, shaking.
I removed her restraints and reached down to lift my shirt over my head. Her breath hitched at the sound. The air between us thickened.
I draped the shirt over her slender shoulders. It swallowed her whole.
“Sleep,” I murmured. “You’re safe.”
I stepped out of the cage, sealing it with a soft hum of magic. The barrier shimmered faintly—enough for privacy, not enough to frighten her.
Blaze’s growls curled through my mind.
Let her see us, he pushed. Maybe she would calm.
“No.” My jaw tightened. “In our cursed form, we would terrify her.”
His anger thrashed inside me, but he knew I was right.
“We fight this curse tonight more than ever,” I reminded him, lowering into my bed. “The door is locked. Guards are posted. She is safe. And we must ensure it stays that way.”
Blaze quieted, simmering.
I stared at the soft glow of the barrier around her cage.
My shirt lay draped over her small body. She clutched it like a lifeline.
“I’ll find a way to keep her,” I whispered to the darkness. “She is ours, whether the gods forbid it or not.”
And for the first time in years—
I prayed my curse wouldn’t ruin everything.
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