|Little Red|
The wolf is something I never expected. Once he had my wounds cleaned and kissed, he wrapped them in a white cotton cloth, before helping me to my feet. I was fed, and shockingly given a bath. Perhaps I was too tired to argue. To stressed to worry about this strange man lifting me into a bath tub, and politely cleaning my body. It was a sensual act, and it terrified me. My image of sex is not pretty. It never could be pretty. There are issues I've grown to accept I can never get over. I have seen what men do to women they want to fuck. There's no consent. She just has to take it and deal with it.
And that is wrong. But if the wolf wanted to take me, I couldn't fight him.. I'd just lay there and let it happen because I'm not strong enough.
I watched every swipe of his hand, his nails far to long and thick enough to break skin.
I waited for him to do something. Tensing every time he got close to my privates. I tried to even my breath out when it seemed like I was hyperventilating. After just a small moment of a freak out, my bath was done. The wolf had kept his eyes on my face, almost like he didn't want to stare at the rest of me. Which made me worry he didn't like what he saw.
I'm starting to think I don't know what I want. What I am sure of, is my freedom. This man is disastrous for my health. He dressed me in a silk gown. Giving me no undergarments before pulling me further into the cave. He's made a home out of this cave.
His bathroom is a lovely stream that seems to have an shallow end and a small hole where the water can flow out through. Another on the top where the water flows in from. It's beautiful if I'm being honest. Though it has no window.
His hall way only has these beautiful lanterns that hold light.
I remained stiff in his arms, being carried and pressed so close to his chest. Maybe I have a mental problem because I desperately wanted to relax against him and just pretend that I'm not here against my will. Because what girl doesn't dream of being kidnapped by a massive, murderous wolf with the supposed heart of gold?
It would be so easy to trust him.
And that's how I know that I can't. Because I am Adele Johansson. My clan and family are gone. I don't have time for trust and love, and bullshit about mates and not getting hurt. I only have time for myself. For my freedom. But I can't do shit until I've healed my leg.
He bent was he got to the end of the hall, and entered another big part of the cave. This one also had a door like the bathroom. Wolf- Derek, have to remember to use his name, kicked the door close and my eyes took in the space once the lights were on. There was a window this time. Very large, and covered in ice. Instead of a bed, though really I haven't seen a bed in so long. The floor has been my companion.
But his bed, isn't necessarily a bed. It's a reminder that he is definitely barbaric. This entire room screams caveman. And shoved me side ways I like it.
There's a wooden shelf, and a small table and chair next to the window. It doesn't look like it would fit a man of his size but it would definitely work for me.
Which is weird. Why would he have- his words. He's been waiting for me. Don't tell me he had in his mind a woman he'd never met when he was fixing up his home? That's some commitment. Not sure if I should run for the hills or enjoy this.
I'm optimistic for the first one. This is also scary. This means he really won't be setting me free.
The bed is a nest of furs. It looks comfortable, and it feels even better as Derek lowered me into the center. He pushed some of the material around, and what felt like a pillow cradled my head. Derek slid into the nest next to me, and my body went rigid. This is how it's going to be. I'm just not-
I blinked, and when I pried my eyes back open I was nuzzling his chest and he was stroking my hair.
What. Happened.
"Time to get up, red. We're going out to get your foot checked by one of the medics. My trap has poisons." He cursed as though he'd forgotten that. And I realized why he did that when I looked at the swollen purple mess that used to be my left leg. And it was spreading. One of the major issues is that I can't feel anything.
I must have slept off mid thought. He feels warm, he feels comfortable I don't want to let go.
That poison must be doing it's work. I shifted my body, then grunted at the heavy weight that distributed throughout my entire body. Okay, this poison is no joke.
Derek was up in seconds flat, hoisting me like I weighed nothing. And I'll tell you that I do not weigh much, I think.
I look like I do. For a girl who rarely eats for obvious reasons, I somehow managed to keep my chubby stature. Hips too wide, stomach to bouncy and I'm pretty sure these aren't the normal sizes for boobs.
My body was practically begging for trouble. I won't say I hate myself. But the feeling is definitely there.
Like my really bright attempt to run away into a random forest, while screaming for a bird. I'm not crazy, I have no proof but I'm pretty sure I'm not.
Derek had me out of the cave in record time. I've never seen a man who could run faster than a car but I bet he could. We were only a mile away from his cave when I saw something beautiful. A city hidden away in the forest. It's neatly shoveled roads. The clean buildings, and the people. My gut tightened. So many people. Who dashed away from the road the sight of Derek appearing.
I'm not accustomed to this type of thing but if he's honest about helping them, why do they look so horrified? They were smiling just before he arrived. And it didn't seem to bother him when my eyes casted a glance at his strong features. He was focused. We arrived at a tall building and he walked into it, instead of running. He spoke to no one. He was a man on a mission.
I admire that. I bet if he wanted freedom he would have succeeded on his first try. Whereas I got myself kidnapped.
Possibly to be a slave wife to a beast.
My survival instincts are as good as a dry wall.
He stopped by a door, and knocked.
"I'm coming." A woman called in a sing song type of voice. She pulled the door to the other side, and gaped. "My king? What brings you- oh god her leg. Bring her, bring her." Then she went on to say a bunch of things in a language I couldn't understand. Derek brought me into the room. He had to be careful, bending even lower to fit in. His head touched the ceiling. This room, another thing that wasn't made to fit him.
Isn't that strange? He's their king after all, yet it seems like he helped them build a colony that had no place for him.
Or I'm over reading things.
This woman, an elder from the crinkles on her face. I wonder if she's one of those…. Uh omegas? Was that it? My mind is blank on that.
Derek lowered me on to the bed, and adjusted the pillows to keep my head up. Then he stepped away. I had my eyes on him for a moment, thinking he was going to leave. Perhaps then I could ask this woman to help escape….. well there's the issue of my leg and the fact that I need that sparrow to find the old lady. I wonder what her name is.
"My king, do you need to wait in here? I have some medicines for her-"
"She's my mate, Angelica. I'm not leaving her."
The woman looked like the floor had just parted and was about to eat her. The look of horror that crossed her face could not be missed.
"M-mate. This sweet looking woman is your…." She sounded as though she didn't want to finish that sentence based on the look he was giving her.
I'm starting to think I like this lady. Was she worried for me? If so then I can advance on this.
"Yes, she is. Do you have a problem with that?"
She jumped, and turned towards the cupboards. A crease formed around her head. "No, of course not. I'm just surprised. We never thought the king would be getting a mate. It's wonderful. She deserves a proper welcoming. Have you thought of one?"
Derek turned to me once he noticed my look of confusion. "We don't do traditional human weddings. There's something called the welcoming, like a blessing from a good friend of mine, the goddess of the moon. It means good luck."
Angelica smiled at that. "Yes, it does. If you're up for it, just ask the king. He's the only one who understands the mon phases and can call up a full moon." Her eyes twinkled. "It's actually phenomenal, you should see it." She broke a pill towards me, and a bottle of water.
"Take it twice a day, after breakfast in the morning. Before dinner in the evening." Then she proceeded to treat my ankle like it was something possessed.
Or maybe I've never seen a native doctor that's why I'm confused by her methods and ways of doing things.
I popped the pill into my mouth, and down it with water.
This taste like nothing yet I feel refreshed and suddenly woozy.