The Banished Werecat Princess

11 - Preparing for Alana’s Release

Jax

    As Alana’s release date got closer, I got more and more anxious.  There was no telling what she would be like after five years of imprisonment.  Not to mention the fact that she might not even remember me.  I know she liked me, but that didn’t mean she would hold onto the memories of our time together. 

    The fact that Alana was royalty by blood meant nothing to me.  She could have been the weakest, lowest tier werecat in her pack, and I still would have become infatuated with her.  I also would have still fallen in love with her.  There isn’t anything that could have stopped that from happening.

    None of the other rogues cared that I missed that werecat princess like crazy.  They thought I was weird, because I fell in love with a werecat.  In fact, they thought it was totally outrageous, but none of them had ever laid eyes on the beautiful she-cat.  I had to pay one of the rogues to keep a look-out for Alana to leave the Jungle Pack’s territory after she gets released, so I could make sure I had everything she would need.

    So far, I had acquired several outfits, a few pairs of sandals, and a pair of sneakers that I hoped would fit Alana.  I had no idea if she would gain or lose weight while being imprisoned, so there was a chance that the clothes wouldn’t fit.

    I also got my hands on a hairbrush, some ponytail holders, a nice pillow and a soft blanket for her to use.  I wanted Alana to be comfortable and feel at home once I got her there, because she was the most important person to me at that moment. 

    After that, I went in search of some sweet things that I could surprise her with.  I managed to get my hands on a few different sets of chocolate, and I found a beautiful, potted Jasmine plant.  They were the perfect gifts in my opinion, because they matched her intoxicating scent that smells like jasmine and cocoa.  It was a scent that I would never be able to forget.

King Silas

    Not much changed on my mountain over the next several years.  I continued to torture the werecats who trespassed on my lands, and I kept my escapades with the pack sluts going on a regular basis.  

    Of course, Anita remained my favorite of them all.  I loved how she would let me completely dominate her and do whatever I wanted.  Unfortunately, Anita wasn’t mate material, or I would have considered taking her as my chosen mate and making her my queen.

    I still missed Meredith something awful, but there was no bringing her back.  I was starting to think that I would never find anybody worthy of taking her place in my heart.

    There were times when I missed her so much, I would imagine she was the one that I was mating with at the moment.  Of course, there were none of those amazing sparks, but it helped to ease the lingering pain in my heart.

    One good thing that’s happened over the past year is the expansion of our territory to the east of my favorite place by the lake.  I was happy to be able to go there and not worry about possibly being ambushed by a group of rogues lingering nearby.  Not that I was worried about them hurting me, I simply did not want the hassle.

    Since then, I got the best carpenters in my pack to build me a little cottage away from the castle for those times when I felt the need to be by myself without any distractions.  I didn’t go to the cottage often, but it was a nice place for a short retreat, and it allowed me to stay in my territory, in case any unforeseen problems were to arise.

    It wasn’t a huge cottage, but big enough to have a living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen.  I only kept a few food items there that wouldn’t go stale, and those snacks often came in handy whenever I visited for a quiet retreat or a refreshing swim in the cool lake water.

Alana

    I had just a few days left of my imprisonment, and there was no stopping the excitement that was bubbling within me.  I still had no clue how I was going to get my precious cub back, but I knew what direction I wanted to head.  

    I didn’t want to be anywhere near the Jungle Pack, Midnight Pack or Great Forest Pack, so I decided it would be best to head up the mountain and find a good place to take shelter.  Once I got settled somewhere, I could get little Jax back and hopefully live the rest of my life in peace.

    After being alone for the past five years, I didn’t mind the thought of staying unmated and living a life of solitude.  In fact, it sounded like the best option at the moment, since I never fully got over my sexy rogue lover.

    If Jax hadn’t been killed, I would have searched high and low for him, but that could never happen, leaving me to continue mourning him.  I hoped the sadness that I still felt whenever I thought of him would go away, but there was no telling how long it would take for me to finally move on.

    Brushing those thoughts away, I started thinking about how I was gonna get my hands on clothing and food.  All I had to wear was an old tattered, stained up, white t-shirt and pair of shaggy, black sweatpants that had holes all over them.  

    It was the same pair of clothes I'd been wearing for the past year, because Lance wouldn’t allow the guards to give me more than one set of clothing each year.  That being said, you can imagine how gross those clothes looked by then.

    In addition to that, my hair hadn’t seen an actual hairbrush since the day I was imprisoned.  All I had to help with the tangles were my fingers, and they were no substitute to an actual brush, so you can imagine how excited I was to get my hands on one of those handy, hairstyling tools.