The Banished Werecat Princess

8 - A New Set of Worries

King Silas

     It had been several days since Alexander told me about the werecat princess who betrayed her species.  For some reason, I could not stop myself from thinking about that courageous werecat.  It took a lot of guts for somebody to betray their entire species, and it made me wonder why she did it.

    Unfortunately, nobody was able to tell me very much about the elusive princess.  All I knew was that her name was Alana Chesterfield, and she had only recently turned eighteen.  She was both young and courageous. If she weren’t a damn werecat, I would have tried to break her out of the dungeon and recruited her to my pack.  However, I saw no point in wasting my time with a filthy werecat.

    Instead, I decided to go for a run in my bear form.  After making my way through the castle, I walked to the tree line on the right side of the castle, where I stripped my clothes off before shifting.

    Despite my large size, I ran through the dense forest until I reached the natural spring on the edge of the territory.  Right away, I walked to the edge of the water and lapped some up, then I waded deeper into the water, where I stood still and watched for the salmon to start swimming again.

    Once that happened, I waited for the perfect moment to strike and stealthily caught the largest salmon in the school.  With the fish in my mouth, I left the cool water and sat on the ground, so I could enjoy my tasty catch.

    With my belly full, I was ready to move along.  It had been a few days since I did a border check, so I spent the next several hours walking the entire length of the border.  When I returned to the lake, I caught two more fish and ate them before I headed back to the castle.

    On my way there, I ran into my favorite she-bear, who looked downright sexy in her black, leather mini-skirt and hot pink bikini top.  As soon as she spotted me, Anita headed my way, while seductively swaying her hips.

    Right away, I shifted back into my human form, then I waited for Anita to reach me.  The second she wrapped her arms around me, I dropped my hands down and lifted up on her thighs.  Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around my hips, then I took a few steps to the nearest tree, where I pinned Anita against it.

    There was no need for words.  We both wanted the same thing, and I had no problem having my way with the sexy she-bear right there in the forest.  For the next twenty or so minutes, I relentlessly thrusted my length in out of her core, making Anita moan my name over and over.

    That was the great thing about having my way with she-bears.  They could take a good pounding and enjoy every second of it, unlike some of those other creatures in the world.

Jax

    It took me an entire month to round up enough of each herb to satisfy Deidre.  Meanwhile, she was supposed to be recruiting more witches to help her reverse that damn protection spell.  However, when I returned with all of the herbs, she informed me that nobody was willing to help.

    I was utterly devastated by that news, and a part of me wanted to choke that annoying witch to death.  I couldn’t believe she had me running all over the place for nothing.  That was a lot of precious time that I could have used to find a different witch, who would be able to help me.

    In a fit of anger, I threw the keys to Deidre’s truck at her face, but she was able to flick her fingers and make them drop to the ground.  After that, she threatened to turn me into stone if I ever came near the Starlit Coven’s territory again.

    Enraged by the witch, I left with the herbs I had just collected and started searching for a different witch.  Unfortunately, the herbs became a hindrance, so I stowed them away in an underground bunker that I came across during my search for the herbs.

    After leaving that bunker, I spent the next three months looking for anybody who would be willing to help me, but every witch I came across cackled in my face.  Apparently, they all knew about Queen Snow, and they were all infatuated with her.

    It angered me to no end, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  My only option was to wait five years for Alana to be released, and hope that nobody bad happens to her while she’s imprisoned.  I couldn’t deny the fact that I worried about her health and safety on a daily basis.

Alana

    The pregnancy progressed as it should have, all things considered.  My belly started to slowly expand around two and half months.  In addition to that, my cub’s heartbeat got stronger.  Between three and four months along, my cub started moving, and I secretly rejoiced by rubbing my belly and murmuring sweet words of encouragement. 

    By the end of my fourth month, my cub bump was becoming more visible, and I knew it was just a matter of time before one of the guards took notice.  I did little things in an attempt to keep it hidden as long as possible, like wrapping my thin blanket around me whenever I heard footsteps approaching, but I knew that would only help for so long.

    I somehow managed to keep the pregnancy hidden until I was in the last month of my pregnancy.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of not waiting for the guard to leave before removing the blanket from around me, when they took me for my weekly shower.

    Of course, they couldn’t wait to blab about it to my self-righteous brother, who was waiting in the dungeon, when the guard escorted me back to my cell.  Right away, Lance snootily questioned, “Why didn’t you tell anybody that you’re pregnant?  Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?  Who is to blame for this atrocity?  Have you not brought enough shame to our family?  Now this?”

    I couldn’t believe he was calling my unborn cub an atrocity.  It made me so angry to hear those words leave his mouth, there was no stopping me from yelling, “Don’t you ever insult my precious cub again, or I will rip your throat out when I get released from this hell hole!”

    “You will do nothing!  Keep it up and I will make you stay here the rest of your miserable life!” he bellowed before turning on his heel to leave, then with his back to me, Lance cockily stated, “It doesn’t matter who the father is, you won’t be keeping that cub.”

    After that, he briskly walked away from my cell, while I screamed obscenities at him for threatening to take my cub.  No way would I let anybody take my precious cub from me without a fight.  I didn’t care what I had to do, I would kill anybody who purposely tries to come between us.