The Human Bride

Chapter14

Rosalind looked at the king of the wolves incredulously. She was beyond confused with the fact that; a) he had a mate, b) the fact that werewolves had more than one! Soren on the other hand, was just surprised he had one considering he knew that Ragnar was not only was he a major man w***e but seem to want to f**k everything the walked and breathed. Ragnar looked between the bewildered young girl and three sniggering men who thought Rosalinds reaction was absolutely hilarious.

“I’m assuming you didn’t know about the fact that werewolves have harems of mates?” Ragnar asked passing a handkerchief seemingly out of nowhere to Soren. Rosalind just replied with a two second violent head shake. Ragnar smiled at her innocence, she was only a young girl after all. Mikhail let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding at the mention of Ragnar having mates, he was grateful at the fact. He knew Noah was still upset that Ragnar was here and he was convinced that Mikhail still had feelings for Ragnar. In reality Mikhail really disliked Ragnar since the whole break up.

Ragnar looked over at Mikhail and human boy that was resting on his lap with his face buried in Mikhail’s neck. He smiled at the pair but Mikhail scowled at him, wrapping his arm tighter around Noahs waist.

“Eyes off my mate, flea bag” Mikhail hissed at Ragnar, who raised an eyebrow at his ex. Soren’s hands met his face as he sighed. He knew how defensive Mikhail was of Noah and how stubborn Ragnar was. Soren also knew that Ragnar would do just about anything to piss Mikhail off and get a rise out of him.

"Enough you two, I can not be arsed with your pissing contest either so pack it in" Natasha scolded. She looked over at Soren who still had his hands on his face and "shift you, I need Rosalind" Soren did as he was requested and little Rosalind shuffled her way out of her chair and followed Natasha over to the counter.

Natasha motioned for Rosalind to jump up on the counter. Natasha put on a white pair of latex gloves and pulled out an antiseptic wipe. She placed the still packaged wipe on the counter and pulled Rosalind left arm out, then she opens the antiseptic wipe and cleaned the crook of her arm. Natasha the pulled out a butterfly needle and one vial with a bung, which she took of the top, medical tape and a bit of cotton wool. Natasha brought the butterfly needle to Rosalinds’ arm. She looked up at Rosalind and smiled reassuringly and then pushed the needle through her skin into a vein. Rosalind winced at the sting on the needle, although she watched in amazement at Natasha worked quickly to get the vial and fill it up and place the plastic bung on top. Natasha was just pulling the needle out when Rosalind asked "how did you learn how to do that?"

Natasha looked up at the girl and smiled as she was placing the cotton wool "before I became a nanny to that group of twits I was a nurse that worked for the royal family for nearly 250 years" Rosalinds face dropped with surprise she was gobsmacked. Natasha laughed at the young girl as she helped her from the counter.

After the group had an awkward lunch they met with Theodus who made both Noah and Rosalind quake in their shoes. Although Noah would probably never admit it. The group went and sat in the spacious room. It was eloquent and sophisticated. This room matched everything in this house, with the high ceilings and the redwood floor, the red paint work with gold and white accents. The wall opposite the door had a grand marble fireplace and in the centre of the room was a circle of red chairs and sofas on which the group placed themselves on respectively. Theodus placed himself on the only high back chair in the room. This chair stood out as it was the only black chair in the room. The chair was a made from a soft, silky back material. The arms of the chair were made from a dark oak wood. He sat their with his leg spread and his arms resting on the arms of the chair, his chin resting on his right hand.

“Natasha bring it to me” Theodus requested. His voice, although he spoke at a normal volume, resonated through out the room as though he had bellowed. Natasha got up and reached inside the pocket of her apron wrapped around her waist and took out the vial. Rosalinds eyes wide when she realised what was in it, she began to panic. Theodus could sense her panic and smiled. It was an eerie kind of smile that chilled you to the bone. Natasha went to pass him the vial but then stopped and spoke

“If she happens to be your beloved I declare that she is under my protection until her seventeenth birthday. By this you have no right to her unless I give you permission”. At their Theodus nodded. He knew that Natasha was with in her right to claim guardianship over her she was not related to either of them by blood and he respected her enough to not break the blood bond. But this was also because he valued his life. His he broke the agreement Natasha had every right to invoke the capital punishment of beheading upon him. “You need to say it” she insisted

Theodus nodded “I agree to the terms of the guardianship right’ satisfied with this Natasha placed the vial full of Rosalinds’ blood into Theodus’ awaiting left hand. Theodus in corked the vial. His eyes darted around the room and landed on his brother. Whether he knew that Mikhail didn’t know. But there was every chance that with this blood his brother would regain he sight. Theodus placed the vial against his lips. Then nocked it back like a shot of vodka. The blood paced his lips and hit his tongue. He closed his eyes to saver the sweet honeysuckle like taste. The liquid sent an electronic like shock through out the kings body, sending his nerves haywire. But then came the searing pain in his eyes. It was almost like someone had shoved a hot knife in his eyes. This made the king hiss in pain. His eyes shot open and landed directly on Rosalind.