Chapter 142 Chapter 142


    I was lead through the castle hallways for what felt like miles, up and down staircases, through


    archways and down corridors, until finally, we reached a doublerge wooden door. It was about 5


    metres wide and 5 metres tall and intricately carved with elegant designs.


    One of the guards knocked and a few momentster the doors opened to reveal a huge room. The


    ceilings stretched up forever and great chandeliers hung with a hundred individual candles. There was


    little furniture except for onerge throne and the far end. On it sat a young man satfortably with a


    ss of wine in one hand. Around him were several guards and a few more other men and women


    including my brother and father.


    "Your Majesty," the remaining ''not-guard'' beside me said. "We found her roaming the halls alone."


    The man on the thrown''s lips curled into a smile and he got to his feet. He walked with confidence with


    his chin held proudly high and his head of bouncy brte curls bouncing with every step.


    "Wee to the castle, Luna!" he eximed as I exchanged looks with Connor and my Dad. Connor


    was sending me the evils but Dad just rolled his eyes. "It''s an honour to finally meet you."


    I remained silent, eyeing the man and still trying to figure him out. His apparent friendliness was one of


    two things: false pretence or sarcasm. The thought of it being legitimate was, at this point, out of the


    question.


    "My name is Lennard Giodarno, I''m the King here and I want nothing more than to see your mate


    dead," he said kissing my hand after striding across the room to us.


    I gave him a forced smile before looking him dead in the eye and saying "interesting way to introduce


    yourself."


    He let out a shortugh before turning to face my father, "She really is your daughter Nicolos. Not only


    is she your spitting image but she has your mouth and wit too."


    "What can I say?" he replied with a shrug.


    "How did you get out of your chambers?" he asked turning back to me with a sudden serious


    expression.


    Deceiving and bipr. Nice.


    "I walked," I replied shortly not willing to make anything particrly easy for him.


    "Were you trying to escape?"


    "Yes."


    He smiled before looking me up and down, "I admire your honesty and that isn''t all. You''re as beautiful


    as they say."


    I grimaced and shuddered on the inside but somehow managed to maintain myposure.


    "It fills me with the greatest pleasure not to disappoint you, your majesty," I replied with an exaggerated


    curtsey.


    He sent me a hard re, "It is a shame my like for you does not extend beyond your appearance. You


    could have made an excellent Queen."


    ''A shame'' would have been thest way I would describe a situation such as that.


    He then turned his back to me and began striding back to the throne.


    "Take her to the dungeons. A week should suffice," he said coldly. "I have no obligation nor desire to


    keep you alive. Count this as a warning and if you continue to cause me trouble, then who''s to say


    what will happen."


    "Your Majesty," my Dad interrupted stepping forward. "I don''t think the dungeon is necessary."


    "She''s Loren''s mate. Even if I wanted to, it would be hard to find sympathy for her," the king replied.


    "She''s also my daughter," he protested.


    The King shrugged.


    "She''ll still be your daughter in a week," he replied. "Now take her away."


    "Your Majesty," Connor interrupted. "Should we not treat her like one of us?"


    The King then turned and looked at my brother.


    "And why would we do that? She''s his mate."


    "Which makes her his biggest victim," Connor said confidently. "She may not realise it yet but she has


    suffered the most."


    I was thankful that he was trying but I still had to clench my teeth to stop myself from stating my intense


    disagreement.


    "My son is right," Dad said. "She has to live with him, follow his everymand, have child after child


    after child, live under his cruelty... We should not punish her for being his mate. She had no choice in


    the matter."


    "In fact, he dragged her from her home and forced her to stay in his pack. He pressured her into mating


    with him and took away her freedom. She had no escape from him and thus, we should offer sympathy,Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    not further abuse."


    The King narrowed his eyes and looked to me.


    "Is this true?" he asked.


    I nodded. Partly. I thought.


    "And who''s side are you on, little wolf?" he questioned looking me dead in the eye.


    My Dad and brother both shot me res, telling me to answer it correctly.


    "Yours," I said quietly.


    "Very well. This is your only warning," he said. "Next time, you will be left to rot in the dungeon. Do you


    understand me?"


    "Yes, of course," I said quickly.


    "Jones 1, Jones 2," he replied turning to my Dad and Connor. "She''s your responsibility. Don''t fuck it


    up."


    I smiled at the sweetly to which they responded with weary looks and eye rolls.


    I could just smell the lectures I was going to get for this.


    So sorry that I stopped updating without exnation. I''ve been away without myputer and only a


    pad of paper to write on. After remembering how to type again and sorting through all my scribbled


    notes and random sentences, I have managed to produce this and another chapter to upload tonight. If


    you think I write a lot online, you should see the masses of notebooks, diaries and papers that I sprawl


    my ideas onto haha! I hope I haven''t ruffled any one''s feathers too much and please do enjoy the rest


    of the story :)