Forced To Marry The Wolf

CHAPTER 5: I WILL NEVER WANT TO TAP THAT

“SO, engaged, huh?” My little sister Lenora, whose presence I don’t very much appreciate right now, strolls into my uninhabited bedroom with the ease of someone who dodged a bullet. She looks light because she’s not the one facing the impending doom of marrying one of the wolves. Not just any wolves, but the Crown Prince of the whole nation. It’s annoying to see her smile like it’s taunting me or mocking me because she likes the idea of me suffering all over again. It’s as if it wasn’t enough to make me being cast out for all the troubles she and Romano created.

I want to throw the nearest crystal next to me to her head so it splits open, and I can fix whatever is left of her brain damage. With a scowl, I sit on the edge of the bed instead, not indulging in another yet violent act because I’m actually too tired to even care. Not to mention that I just spent all of my energy entertaining the higher societies of the Vampyrs empire and the aristocrats of the Wolf Kingdom. I don’t think I’m ever going to have the energy to even talk anymore for the next few weeks.

Unless someone goes to the ER real quick and gives me the whole content of the blood bank.

“Don’t start,” I say sharply. I make sure that she gets the signal that I’m not messing around from my eyes, hoping that she will just turn around and leave me alone. I knew I should have just closed the door and hung the sign ‘Do not enter unless you want to die a painful death’. Though, I know that the sign will never deter Lenora. “I’m beat. Take your troubles someplace else. I don’t think I have the energy to deal with any of your antics right now.”

“I’m hurt,” she pouts. The youngest of us all leans against the wall, the same kind of smile still stretching across her red lips. With the way she dresses, I know she’s about to sneak out into the human world and make chaos again, but like I said, no energy to care at all. I just hope whoever bachelor who is unlucky enough to get her attention would not die tonight. “Don’t you want to talk to your little sister about it?”

“And then what? Have you blabber about it to Romano, and then Romano talks to Xanthene, and then she talks to me about it, more like scolding me, and then suddenly, the whole castle knows about it because the two of you just can’t keep it to yourself? No, thanks. I don’t have the desire to share some of my worries now.”

“You’re no fun.” Her pout gets bigger. “I think you like it.”

“Like what?” I snap at her.

“The fact that you are marrying Prime Whitemane.” Lenora stands straight, smirking at my flustered face. If I were human, I would be blushing so hard right now, but considering I don’t actually have blood streaming inside of my body, I end up being super awkward about it. “I can see from the way you two stare at each other.”

“And what way do we stare at each other?”

“Like you want to devour each other.” Lenora’s eyes literally brighten when she sees me bewildered by her words. “Unless you already did.”

I seriously need to step up my game, because seriously? Lenora cannot know that I’ve been having an affair with the Crown Prince of the Wolves. That would be a suicide attempt. I might as well announce it to the whole world that I was frolicking with the Crown Prince himself. I sigh for the ten thousandth time, following the movement of my little sister walking towards my vanity table.

“I can’t blame you though. I mean, look at him. Prime, I mean. He’s like . . . I can’t even begin to describe it. He has these eyes that remind me of the stars. The way he always looks like he’s ready to go on a killing spree, ugh, that’s just so hot. He’s so big. Like really big. I can’t help but admire him, like the rest of the planet. And I can’t blame you if you would want to, like the humans say, tap that.”

I roll my eyes upward. “I don’t want or will never want to tap that.” The lie comes easily out of my mouth. I know that Lenora is the last person who can be lied to, but the hatred between our worlds is enough of a reason for me to dodge the bullet. “I would rather have a donkey’s blood than to let myself be with Prime.”

“Well, isn’t that just too graphic?” She winces.

All of us hate donkey’s blood. We tried to be more vegetarian and drink animals' blood, but it all led to a certain bloody chaos in the middle of the forest of the human territory, and a whole lot of trouble for almost a decade. We stopped drinking animal blood and blended in with the rest of the humans, but I will never forget about that time.

Lenora faces me. I can see her pretty hair from the vanity mirror, flowing flawlessly like it’s alive. “But seriously, you must feel something being engaged with him.”

“You make it sound like I should be happy or something.”

“It’s Prime Whitemane.”

“It’s the Crown Prince of the Werewolves. Do not mistake him for someone else. Even if he has the face of a Greek God or something.” I shake my head at her. “What is your purpose here, Lenora?”

“I don’t know. Just checking in on you, I guess.” She shrugs. She doesn’t need to say the word. Even though she looks smug, because once again, I get to be the one who cleans the problem everyone keeps making, I know she feels guilty. She could have been the one engaged to him, but she wasn’t because she couldn’t be trusted. I know that sometimes Lenora feels like she’s useless, but she can’t blame anyone else other than herself.

“I’m fine. You should go back to your room. Rest.”

“Are you really fine? Romano says he doesn’t feel good and I know you two can feel each other’s hearts.”

“And what if it’s him who is the cause of the feelings?”

“Romano never feels not good,” she snorts. I smile at that. She’s right. Our brother is always the type to enjoy the moment, even though there is literally nothing to be enjoyed about. “Besides, he also told me to check up on you.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“Something about needing to go on a duty. I don’t know. He lost me at diplomat representative and politics.” Lenora walks over to me and plays with my hair. “You will tell me if something is wrong, right?”

I remember Prime’s words. About the not-so-obvious threat his father’s Beta was making. He needs to have an heir to be able to be the leader of the Kingdom. And if he is married to me, he might as well forget about the dream of becoming the King. I will never be able to have a child. I’m literally dead.

Inside and outside.

“I will,” I lie through my teeth. “Now go away. I need some time alone.”

Lenora sighs and kisses the top of my head. She walks towards the door but stops before she disappears outside. “Oh. I almost forgot. If Xanthene comes looking for me, tell her I’m sulking in my room, okay?”

“And where will you really be?”

She sends me a wink. “I heard the wolves never sleep at night.”

I roll my eyes when she makes the obvious exit towards where the rest of the Kingdom’s party would stay in. No one will ever be able to stop Lenora.

Just when I’m about to clean up, someone knocks at my door. I’m ready to yell at Lenora for bothering me again but when I wrench the door open, I’m faced with the Greek God of the Wolves, Prime Whitemane.

“So, this is where the Princess of the Vampyrs sleep.”

I should run. I should definitely close the door and lock it. But when I see him standing there in all his glory, all I want to do is to pull him inside.

Oh, he’s trouble.

And I’m walking right into it.