The First Human Luna

#Chapter 5 Helped

“Your wounds will not heal quickly, human.” King Harvey frowns as he stops ripping my dress. He takes ointment and helps me apply it to my wounds. “Your wound is already glued to your clothes. You must remove it, or it will be inflamed.”

“Thank you.” I whisper.

My heart skips a beat and kills all the pain I feel.

King Harvey remains silent, but I can feel his dissatisfaction. His voice leaks it.

I know why he is unhappy. My stomach turns.

I will not be able to have s*x with him in three days to relieve him of his agony. Will I be killed by the others for my lack of use?

If I die, my sister will be left alone, and no one will take care of her. Dad would sell her in a heartbeat for a shiny case of whiskey.

“King Harvey,” I breathe through my pain uneasily. “I will be fine to help you, I will do anything, please let me go, please. I must take care of my sister…”

Turning to face King Harvey, I allow tears of pain to roll down my face. Not the physical discomfort I feel but of a broken heart. These tears sting more.

King Harvey stares at me intently and I watch as his chest rises and falls rapidly. My chest is still covered, but my shoulders are not.

Doom and desolation settle on my heart heavily under his gaze.

I am failing my sister.

My vision blurs as I bow my head and begin to sob.

I am sure King Harvey will kill me right here. I am not worth anything to anyone. Only my sister. That is why I work so hard for her.

A sudden revolting heat consumes my body and I fall back, flat on my back.

“Hey, Elena!”

He remembers my name. I am just a lowly human. Why would he?

My eyes drift shut, and I am too weak to fight it.

I blacked out.

Harvey’s POV

Hours have passed since Elena passed out. I had to find my Beta to give her real medical attention to her.

Elena lays on the bed, pale and lightly sweating. Placing my palm on her forehead, I feel that the fire boiling under her skin has diminished substantially. 

“King Harvey, the wound is inflamed. You are very lucky you found it in time. The situation has greatly stabilized, and she will be well after two days of sleep.” The Beta informs.

I nod.

How fickle and vulnerable humans are.

My blood rushes to my head and boils as I think of Gemma Kevin harming Elena.

“Inform me, Beta. Is Gemma Kevin still hanging?”

I ordered him to be locked away in the worse chamber I own.

Filthy, grimy, damp and alone. No sunlight enters this chamber. Only one piece of bread a day, and that will never sustain a werewolf.

“Yes.” Beta bows his head respectfully. “No one dares to let him down without your command, King Harvey.”

“Why not kill him?! He hurt our mate and almost killed her!!”

My wolf roars. Massive fangs pop out of my top row of teeth as my head begins to spin violently. Beta steps back as my knees hit the ground.

The scent of Kevin, locked in the lowest part of the castle is infuriating. I can hear every drop of blood that courses through his ungrateful body, smell every drop of sweat and hear his wolf mournfully howling for mercy against mine.

NEVER.

Beta bows his head lower and lower until he kneels in front of me, unable to make eye contact with me.

A fire, thundering fury pulses through my body, making my palms ache and itch. Beta trembles at my feet.

After several moments of my growling and fighting my aching bones so I do not transform into my werewolf form Beta looks up at me trembling.

He speaks. “King Harvey, you have become more and more irate lately. If you continue, I am fearful that after you enter your heat on the night of the full moon, you will lose control entirely.”

He is correct.

I try to retract my fangs but find it impossible to care. I shut my eyes to concentrate.

Werewolf that I am, I am very beastly. Any rush of negative emotions beyond my high threshold opens me and a risk of losing control and going on a bloodied rampage.

As is every other werewolf, we are all cursed by our high emotions and the aftermath.

My issue is that I am the strongest, so I must always oversee my emotions, at all costs.

How many wars would I have launched my people into, after my 15 years ruling over them? How many deaths?

Had I ignored my wolf’s hauntingly mournful cry I could have chosen a mate from the collection of female werewolves.

My wolf wouldn’t even sniff at the other female werewolves. He did not care in the slightest. My wolf will not accept any other women than Elena.

I have spent my 28 years of life alone, never taken a lover, never even interested.

This human woman has awakened every desire in my heart and body.

That much I understand fully, her scent intoxicates me and leaves my knees weak.

Being mated is a rare fate for werewolves. I never expected my wolf to pick a weak human.

What a pleasant surprise Elena has been, sacrificing herself to get that friend of hers a means of escape.

Elena even pleaded to be used if she could get back to her sister. She defended the foolish maid that had let her escape. She defended a werewolf.

A human and a werewolf. Elena is kind.

Humans are usually weak and selfish fools.

Elena is not.

The echoing howling of my wolf stops rattling my brain and bones when I take Elena’s cold, pale hand. My face relaxes as I exhale from pure relief.

I have not felt this peace in over five years.

“The King Pack has been watching us closely, King Harvey. If they find out about the situation at hand, I fear it will cause a lot of turmoil.”

The shrunken turtle in the King Pack has never had my friendship but cordial understanding. I never looked down on him.

We are both Alpha Kings, but the way he has ascended the throne is vulgar to say the least.

I know of his situation regardless.

And mine, I must reduce the risk of my heart and mate with Elena.