The Prince’s Bride

Rising hairs and Blue eyes.

Dunk!

The second reflex act Dalia does, as the intuitive comes to her mind in a state of rush with adrenaline surging through her veins, as the first she did is run from the men who chase her.

The four months old whom she carry in arms, while running through the woods, does no justice for her safety as the stentorian cries of the little one echos. With her attempt to use her powers to mellow down the cries of her five months old brother, or even cloak them away from the men, her powers fail her, which is why Dalia never relied on them in the first place, as even she know she is a disgrace to witches.

Her heart racing, her pulse rising, as the men enclose in on her, and how wouldn’t they, when they do have the werewolf gene coercing through their veins.

Dalia’s gaze go wide as her feet comes to a stop abruptly, seeing some of the men ambush her forwardly and when she tries to retract, she meets more behind her.

“You insolent thief!” Amongst the men who chase after Dalia speaks with such distaste present in his words, as nothing pains Dalia more than anything than to be called a thief, which in truth she is, with what she did today.

Never in her life has she stolen anything from anyone, and the day she does, she is caught red handed for stealing some cereals to prepare for the child she carries, all to feed her brother.

“I am no thief, and if only you would have employed me to work even as your errand girl, I would have, yet, when I steal just one cereal, you chase after me like it’s my fault.” Dalia sacred to death, nevertheless, speaks what is in her heart, as each word steps out with pain guarding them.

Her words with truth, as if only the one who call her a thief had just pitied her or even the child of her responsibility and given her something to earn her, instead he spat at her with hatred.

“And why would I give a witch a place where I earn so she can control and manipulate me while I sleep.” The same man talks as his earlier hatred remains.

“You talk as though you’re not a supernatural, yet, so much hatred for another.” Dalia nods her head in disappointment, but what can her disappointment offer her at this period?

Nothing, as she may just die with it.

“You think we do not know what your kind can do, or how the late queen who was also a witch manipulated her way till she controlled the chosen king, and if she wasn’t caught and beheaded we would still be in her control and still yet, we still suffer from her wickedness.” The same one says as with his words Dalia tries to calculate her method of escape, as she does find a way, but it would be impossible with the child in her arms.

“You lie to yourself even when having the truth faced to you. You do know clearly that the two who rule, your king and the dead Queen drove for more power, and when that power got the best of the both of them, your king pushed the Queen to the frontline blaming it all on her, as though he didn’t enjoy the power they got a hundred years ago before the Queen died. 

And even though you wish to lie to yourselves, it’s been a hundred years since her death, why still so much hatred for I who knows nothing for their acts?” Dalia couldn’t help but ask the reason for such dreadful nature towards her, when in-fact they are witches and warlocks of her kinds who do financially well.

“And the reason is simple, because of her, our kingdom is still in such turmoil from a hundred years ago.” The same man whose beard looks like that of spring fork as Dalia would describe, speaks.

“And you think your present king is any different than she was? If so, why hasn’t he fixed all that happens to us, except, all he cares about is the taxes he collects and not the people dying in the east of a rising plague.”Dalia speaks of truth, but, neither of them choose to listen as her words only fuel their rage.

“I need not hear your words. You are a thief and you must face your punishments by dying.” The man with the spring fork beard vexes the more, seeing that her words are true but heed not hear it, as his mind is made up.

“Please, even if you do not pity me, pity the child I carry in my arms. Yes, I accept my crime, but do not punish an innocent child for it. Spare me and take me as your slave forever.” Dalia with fear jamming her cells makes promises of rattled decisions.

“You deserve no pity!” And the man spits such harsh words against Dalia that she remains silent at how a person could hate another for indefinite reasons. She knows no matter what she says, these men would not spare her, and at that instant she vows that if indeed they do kill her, her blood must haut them till eternity.

“Forgive me Sebastian, I promise to be a better person whom can take of you in our next life. I promise.” Dalia whispers lightly as a tear strolls down her eye at her living situations of intricate poverty and suffering.

With one last look at them, Dalia closes her eyes for the pain she will receive from their claws and bites, instead, what she gets in return is the loud howl which rises the hairs in her body, that opens her eyes abruptly.

Her gaze widens in fear of what arrives in her presence of the big black wolf whose teeth grits and snarls at the men, as surprisingly to Dalia, the wolf neither attacks her, rather, takes its position in front of her, almost as if protecting her, as indeed it is what it’s doing.

With another howl from the wolf against the men, they each drop their lights to the ground in fear, as Dalia watch in perplexity of how one wolf can scare away at least the ten men, with some in their true wolf form that chase her, unless,

Unless, he is their Alpha.

At the final reasoning of Dalia’s thought, her fear only increases as to why the Alpha would come to their rescue, as there is only one Alpha and it is the Alpha king of the whole werewolf clan.

With another howl from the biggest wolf Dalia has ever seen, the men still in their human appearances run off first, as the ones in the their true form whines as though in a communication with the Alpha. Another howl comes from the Alpha, as this time Dalia’s hairs and body stand arise at the gravity and authority she feels from this wolf, whom she has never met before in her entire life.

The other wolfs mellow down, as their heads bow down signaling respect to their king, and they turn their back away from her, walking away.

‘Just like that.’ Dalia thinks in her head, as this moment she know understands the meaning of having power. Her gaze move with the other wolves walking away, as it still feels like an imagination to Dalia, and the men are going to come running back at her, as when they don’t, Dalia’s gaze move away and into the steering blue eyes of a man who now stands in front of her, a man whom with her sight on him, her body pounces and her hair raises.

Also the most handsome man she has ever laid her eyes on.

“Hello Dalia.” And the mystery or rather, Alpha king, finally speaks.