Chapter 3 A Warrior

• Honey's pov.
• Fuck me.
• If I wasn't scared before, his voice alone made me cower in fear. I could not even look up.
• “Yes, King.” The commander replied, making a growling sound that seemed to shift the grounds.
• “Y'all thought your husbands could just come into my lands and try to get away without punishment?” His voice bellowed.
• The most annoying thing was that the land was not marked, hismekndidnt put a mark on the land.
• “Who is your leader here?” He asked, and I trembled in fear.
• I could feel the women's heads turning to me.
• No, No, No.
• “Aliyah, please, go forward.” I tried to push her, and she didn't even move.
• “I love you, Honey, but I can't.” She said.
• “Who's your leader?” The commander's voice boomed out, and the women shrieked in fear.
• They needed me; I could not be a coward and let them down.
• I squared my shoulders and raised my hands as high as possible because of the chains.
• “Unchain them.” The commander said, and the men got to work immediately.
• Immediately, the chains were free from my neck and my wrists; I rubbed them together.
• “Step out.” The commander said, and I knew he was talking to me. I just knew it.
• On wobbly feet, I stepped out and walked to the front. Trying not to look intimidated, but it was hard not to look intimidated when you were in the presence of a dangerous man.
• I kept looking down because whoever that smell was coming from was close. I could feel it.
• “You're dressed like a warrior, are you one?” The powerful voice that shook the grounds asked, and I nodded.
• “Yes, I am.” I managed to get out.
• “Which means you followed the rest of the men to raid my lands.” He said it as a fact, and I could not just help myself.
• “Your land was not marked; we had no idea it was yours. It was unnamed; you can't blame us for the mistake your men made; there was no flag at the borders of the land.” I said while looking down, not looking up at any of them.
• “How dare you talk back to the king?” He asked me, and I kept quiet; the gravity of what I did hit me. I talked back at him; I could not keep quiet.
• “That doesn't mean you go into any land rouge.” He said, and I decided to keep quiet, not ready to say anything else; my life was on a thread right now, a very tiny thread, and he could cut it off anytime he wanted. I needed to be there for the kids and the women, sometimes not Di, at least not yet.
• The blueberries wafted heavily across my nose, and I moved uncomfortably from one foot to another. I did not know what to do.
• Thankfully, he was not questioning why I was covered in mud; he must not care, and thankfully, whomever the smell was coming from must be ashamed to be mates to a rouge; that's probably why they were not talking too. Maybe the mud helped cover up the smell, too.
• I felt heavy footsteps approach me; dear moon goddess, I can't die just yet.
• I screamed in my head.
• I tried as much as possible to cower back, and I could feel the powerful aura around me, so I knew it wasn't anybody else but the lycan king directly in front of me.
• “Look at me.” He said, and I shook my head; though I didn't mean to, I did anyway.
• I expected an arrow to shoot through my chest because I disobeyed the all-mighty lycan king, but nothing happened.
• “Look at me, rouge.” He said again, a bit more harshly than the last time and like I was commanded to do it, my head easier up, and my eyes connected with the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
• Our eyes connected, and the words I wasn't expecting to ever come out of my mouth again came out.
• MATE.
• Fuck me.
• I was caught, I was mated to the fucking LYCAN KING?
• It doesn't get better than this, does it?
• He also repeated the words, still staring at my eyes. Can he please ignore the fact that whatever just happened happened?
• He would reject me anyway.
• No one wanted a sack of fat to be their mate. I mean, I was learning to love my body. I had huge thighs and a generous amount of breast, and I had belly fat. Nobody wants a woman that looks like that.
• Especially not the Lycan king, who probably needed a model that just walked out of Vogue magazine.
• “Just rip the band-aid off; do it already,” I whispered, still looking into my eyes like he was entranced. I felt a bit uncomfortable when his eyes moved to my lips.
• “Do what?” His voice came out gentler than he intended; I could see it on his face when he frowned for talking like that.
• “Reject me,” I told him in the voice I used before, and an amused look crossed over his delicate features.
• “I need you to count all of them.” He said, still looking at me.
• “Yes, king.” the men said and got to work.
• “Can you stop looking at me like that?” I asked him; a look of disgust crossed over his features, and I sighed in relief.
• I should expect the rejection anytime soon.
• I could not do this; I looked up to the sky as he backed away from me to the previous place he was standing.
• I was about to return to my line when I heard his voice.
• “I didn't ask you to fucking leave where you were standing, rouge.” He bit out the last part with disgust.
• What did Rouges ever do to him, however? It was not all in every werewolf country, there were always rouges, and as long as they kept their distance, then nothing would happen, but he just seemed to hate rouges so much, and it annoyed the fuck out of me. As if it was our fault that we had to leave our packs and start living as a rouge.
• I stood where I was, not moving.
• The fact that I had just realized that we were mates did not make me feel any safer with him, and he could end my life in the blink of his eyes.
• “They are a total of 80 women, my king.” The commander told him.
• “Count the kids.” He said, and they got to work.
• “They are 20.” I bit out, and I was ignored like I just didn't say anything.
• I should have kept quiet; sometimes, I just couldn't help the things that came out of my mouth.
• “They are twenty, my king.” The commander told him.
• “Enroll the kids in school. Once they finish school, let them resume their duties in the pack as omegas.” The king said, and they all answered him.
• So, they were allowed to go to school? That was the most excellent thing he could do for them, at least. I would have been hurt if the kids were forced to work hard. They were just around the ages of eight and seven.
• “The women should be shared to the kitchen anywhere else with soave. Hand them over to the head maid.” He said, and they answered him again.
• “Get moving.” One of the men said.
• “Hold on.” The king said, and we all stopped.
• What did he want to say now? Did he want to reject me now? He should make it fast; I could feel his gaze on me.
• The man had angelic features; he had rough edges, but he looked good. I didn't want to look at him; right now, my mate's jumping affected me. She could take over anytime, and that would be so embarrassing for me if she did; she has been behaving like someone affection-starved for the past few years in our lives.
• We have not experienced affection, so it was safe to say we were affection-starved.
• “None of you should try anything here; I'll fuck you up if you do, I don't fucking touch women, but all of you should not cause any trouble in my pack; you can ask your fellow rouges when you get to your various work stations how I deal with people that mess with the peace of my pack.” He said.
• “As if we have not heard the news,” I muttered under my breath, not expecting anybody to hear what I said, but his sharp gaze cut through me immediately.
• My mouth just shut the fuck up.
• He looked away after a few seconds.
• “Now, to a more pressing matter, I'm not training animals here; there's a reason why I don't hit women; I allowed the kids to leave here so I can deal with this without scarring them. I'm seeing a welt on her cheek right now; who hit her?” The king asked, and a silence cut through the air.
• D
• id he notice it? How, why? He should not be bothered by it, though; maybe it was because of the rule not to hit women.
• “I said, who hit her?”