The Siren and Her Prince of Packs

Chapter Two: The Prince of Instinct

Chapter Two: Prince of Instinct

**Warning, graphic dream towards the end of the chapter.

Prince Fenrir’s POV

            I could feel my anger rising inside of me, like a beast in a cage that could not escape as tormentors passed by. I exchanged glances with my mother as her gaze fell to her feet. You could see sadness in her eyes. This is not what she had wanted for me. She had hoped I was able to find my true mate and marry for love, not to arrange a marriage for peace. I turned my head to my father and stared into his eyes.

“Father, I will not marry the Princess of Faroe. Do they even know what we truly are? How do I explain that to my wife to be? I-“ I began but my father interrupted by lifting his hand to silence me.

“My son,” he started, “the King has graciously accepted our proposal in hopes of peace. We have lost many of our brothers in this senseless war and I believe it is time to come to an end. We all have suffered a great deal, now it is time for your sacrifice”. My father stood up and turned towards the window, looking into the forest. “Although they do not know of our true form, they do know that we are strong and unified with Finnmork and UỈ Maine”. He continued and stood up from his throne and took several steps towards me. “Son, I think now it is time I let you know of the other kingdoms that are allies and their true forms”. I looked up at him in disbelief and shook my head.

“I thought they were like us”? I questioned looking up at the paintings on the wall. My focus shifted to a particular painting of a rather odd beast with the head of a fox, feet of talons, the chest of a wolf and the body of a lion. “What other kind of beasts are there, father”? He motioned me to follow him. He leaned on my arm for support as we walked together to his library.

“There is much to teach you in not enough time, Fenrir”. His stance leaning heavier on me as we continued. “My time as Alpha and King have been long but very informational. I have studied many Kingdoms like ours and have found many different creatures and abilities. It is important that you learn so you can understand more once it is time to take my place”. I helped him to his chair and he sighed. “My son, I know you are ready to take my place without a bride, however, Faroe is one Kingdom I have been unable to study. Unable to identify their power and abilities. It will be important to unify the Kingdoms further once we have identified all abilities”. He shifted in his seat and reached over to the small table next to his chair to grab what looked like a book. He studied the book for a moment and unraveled the thick cloth binding it together. He retracted his hand from the spine flicked his hand to reveal his brittle claws. Father’s claws have looked better. I have not seen him in wolf form in quite some time. Perhaps if he shifted, he would be stronger, rather than this feeble man in front of me. He placed his claws together and inserted them into the spine of the book almost as if they were the key. The pages of the book peeled open and spilled onto the floor. I jumped to his feet and began to pick up the pages. What were these? One of pictures I picked up and analyzed, how could a creature be this beautiful, I thought? A thin figure perched upon a rock, glancing out to the sea. Her long, wavy, auburn hair stretched past her breasts, covering them from view. Her round eyes were as blue as sapphires glittering in the sunlight. The lips of the creature are what caught my attention the most, so round and full, compared to the small lips I have seen around the kingdom. I moved my fingers down the parchment to the tail of the creature. It was a type of tail I have never seen before. The tail was similar to a seal but with brilliant colors and scales like a fish. I shook my head, snapping out of a trance and looked up to see my father, remaining in his chair.

“Father”? I questioned, holding up the picture of the creature. “What is this”? I asked, bringing the picture closer to his view.

“Ahhhhh yes,” he mumbled, picture now within his grasp. “I have a theory of the Kingdom of Faroe but have never been able to prove it”. He continued, as he brought his fingers to the parchment. “These are sirens, my son. There are several theories of what sirens could look like but this is, I believe, their truest form, like our wolves. Legend says that there could be two types of sirens, a bird form, and fish form. You see, son, the sirens were a friend of the goddess Persephone. You remember the story of Persephone”? I nodded, remembering the tales of the goddess kidn*pped by Hades and forced to become his bride. I remember father telling me as a child it was the perfect tactic to have the upper hand in a situation, well played, Hades. “It is said,” he continued, “that sirens were blamed for Persephone being taken by Hades, so Demeter cursed them with wings and tails to search the land and sea to find her. Some have the appearance of human on the top with eagle wings and legs, others have human features for their top with fish tails. It is also said that they can shape shift like us, but they may be less controlled because of the curse. Some also say that they have enlisted the help of Dracae, the water fairies, to help them control the shift”.

I sat down beside him and looked at the scattered paintings and pages on the floor. How many different beasts are out there? Werewolves, now sirens? I have heard of other beasts, but thought they were legend. My father cleared his throat and my gaze returned to him.

“The painting you saw before the siren when we were talking with your mother. Do you know what that is”? I shook my head trying to remember what the beast looked like. The head of a fox and body of a lion is what I remember most. “That is the Enfield, prominent in the Kingdom of UỈ Maine”. They are shape shifters as well. Their main purpose is protection, which is why I have kept our alliance strong over the years”. He stood in his chair, gripping onto the hand rests for support. “You will have some light reading during our voyage to the Kingdom of Faroe”. He bent over to collect the pages and skillfully placed them inside of the cloth and closed it once more.

“When do we leave”? I asked. He smirked and handed the book to me.

“Tomorrow, at sunrise”. He started towards the door and stopped. It is almost as if he wanted to tell me something but did not know how. He continued through the door and disappeared from the library. I stared down at the small book in my hands, curiously tracing my fingers around my father’s initials carved into front. The spine of the book bore no claw marks or any trace of my father opening it. I gripped the book tighter in my hands and all I could think about was the beautiful creature. The way the auburn hair looked; it gave me goosebumps. I shook my head, trying to get the image out of it and started back towards my room.

Thoughts started running through my mind at the thought of meeting the Princess of Faroe. Is she a siren like the picture? Is that father’s theory? How have they been able to conceal their abilities for this long? I sat down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. This is the year I become Alpha, King and now a husband? I have always wanted to be King and Alpha, but a husband? No. I smiled at the thought of girls in my Kingdom slipping into my room at night for my satisfaction. Most of the girls here all look the same with their sandy blonde hair and dark eyes. Their eyes are easy to see through though, never intriguing. Most of the girls were just dull but knew how to make me happy. I continued to stare at the ceiling trying to imagine what the princess looks like.

 I slowly drifted off into my dreams as a smile crept onto my face. The creature I saw from the book appeared before me, but in human form and chained to my bed. Her soft, ivory, skin glowing in the moonlight through my window. The creature looked up at me and opened her mouth as a slight hum trembled from her lips. The creature looked terrified, but I pounced on top of her, allowing a dull whimper to escape as I positioned myself in front of her. 

“I will not hear your song, siren”. I announced as I plunged my hard d**k into her mouth. “Bite me and it will be the last thing you do” I warned, pushing myself deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and the chains were pulled tight as she tried to fight it. I continued to thrust into her mouth as her bright blue eyes gleamed at me, tears beginning to surface. I kept pushing deeper and deeper, grabbing her hair and forcing myself further in until my shaft touched her lips. I groaned out in pleasure as whimpers escaped her throat. I moved my hands to the headboard as my hips kept thrusting forward. I knew I was close. I eased out of her throat as she let out a gasp for air.

“Good girl”. I muttered as her head fell to the pillow in defeat. I began kissing her neck and working my way towards her breasts. I could not keep my hands off them. My finger slowly circled her n****e as a groan escaped her throat. “Oh, you like that”? I questioned, bringing myself down to her breasts. I flicked my tongue against them as my hands crept further down. My finger slowly moved up and down her lips as the chains rattled again. I smiled and my fingers entered her lips stroking her while another moan escaped. I brought my hand down to my d**k and wiped some of her secretions on it. She opened her eyes once more to reveal a deep auburn instead of blue.

“Fenrir, I beg of you. Please don’t”. She rasped. A wolfish smile appeared on my face once more as I plunged into her and she screamed her song.

I rolled over clenching my sheets, it was a dream. But a damn good one, I thought. The sun was starting to rise as I cringed looking through the window at the bright light pouring into my room. I guess it is time to get ready.

I made my way to the lavatory and relieved myself. The servants must’ve have been in recently as the water in the wash bucket was still warm. I brought the water to my face and studied myself in the mirror. My eyes dark, sandy hair a mess. I quickly tied it up and put on the clothes set out for me. It looks as though my father wanted me to leave an impression as they were the finest and not my sailing attire. I groaned and adjusted the fabric, leaving several buttons near my chest open. I hate confining clothes. They were my favorite to rip off when I shifted though. The sound of the fabric tearing against my muscles was something I enjoyed. It must be part of my animal instinct, I thought. He’s been around more nowadays; it’s been worse in dreams. If I am going to be a great king and a feared alpha, I need to allow him out more. I grabbed my bag that contained my book from my father, spare parchment and some jerky made by the servants earlier this week. I made my way down the stairs to meet my mother and father.

“Good morning, Fenrir”. My mother chirped as she reached out for my hand. I reached past her and went for the door.

“It would be better if I wasn’t being shipped off to pick up my bride to be”. I muttered under my breath.

“Fenrir,” my father roared, “come”. He ordered, pointing to his side. I sighed and walked to the spot where he pointed. “We are leaving now. Kiss your mother goodbye”. He urged, nudging me towards her. I groaned and walked towards my mother, embracing her tiny frame.

“Fenrir, you know this is not what I wanted for you. But it’s what has to be done”. She whispered into my ear and kissed my cheek gently. I nodded in agreement and turned once again towards my father.

“At your ready, Alpha”. I bowed my head at my father, and he started towards the door.  I threw my bag over my shoulder and followed him to the small boats that were taking us to the ship. Once aboard I sought out my room cabin and threw my bag onto the bed. I wanted to desperately fall asleep again and allow my wolf to take over my dreams once more. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

We should be there in several days before the full moon. The full moon, I shuddered, thinking of the last time I was unable to control my shift and had to be chained to my bed as to not escape and destroy the Kingdom. I was still learning control on the full moons, however, without the full moon I can shift when I desire. The pulling effects the moon has are beyond intense. How can something so beautiful in the night's sky cause so much chaos, instinct and destruction? Father tells me the full moon can create chaos and mess with all the supernatural creatures. My head shot up and looked towards my bag. I fumbled through it and grasped the book into my hand. Speaking of creatures, I thought, I need to see what else is out there. If I’m not going to sleep, I will study up on what I have to learn. I have always wondered what other type of creatures are out there. I thought werewolves, fairies and vampires were just about everything as I have seen them before. 

I shifted my hands to allow my claws to appear and shoved them into the spine of the book. The fabric from the book loosened and allowed me to reveal the pages. The pages weren’t in any particular order from when they were dropped last. I shifted through several pages when my eyes stopped at the familiar creature that haunted my dreams last night; the siren.