Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King
“I disagree.”
He takes a sip from his flask, and my eyes snap to his throat as he swallows-suddenly aware of how bone-dry my mouth is. He puts the stopper back in, then threads his arm back through the bars of the cell.
“The way I see it,” he says, “you could be bathing right now in front of a warm fire. You could have eaten a hearty meal. You could be putting on a pretty dress, and preparing to ride north. Yet here you are.”
He looks around the dank cell with distaste.
“Bound and chained. Vulnerable.
Defenseless.” He makes a tsk ing sound. “That was your choice, was it not?” His expression darkens. “I’ve been ordered to make you change your mind.”
Cold dread spreads through my body.
I recall the hand-drawn diagrams I found in Blake’s medicine books, and the depictions of torture that seemed like they came from experience. His eyes were cold when he told me what he’d done to his father. The Wolves in this kingdom all seem to fear him.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask-my voice sounds small. I wish it didn’t.
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Darling, I’m not going to torture you. You have nothing I need. I’m merely going to implore you to see reason.”
I relax slightly, but the tension in the room is thick. “I won’t marry him.”
“Why not?”
“I will not be a pawn in another game between men.”
“You wouldn’t be a pawn. You’d be a queen. Is she not the most powerful piece on the board?” His voice is a gentle, seductive caress-as dark as the night sky.
“How does this help you get what you want?”
“Who says that it helps me?” He cocks his head to the side. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking. You think that during the fight that breaks out, you’ll be able to slip away. You won’t. Have you ever seen the front line of a battle? It is not a place many trained warriors walk away from. Let alone little rabbits who have strayed far from their burrows. Even if you do manage to break free, James or Sebastian will kill you. You smell of wolf.” Blake’s nose curls. “Sebastian will not let you live for that. And James would gladly kill you to take something from Sebastian.”
He has an ulterior motive, I remind myself. I cannot trust anything he says. “You’re telling me this to help me, are you? You don’t need me to marry James? The marriage was your idea, was it not?”
He shrugs. “Yes. That was my idea. But whether or not you accept him matters little to me. My game is already in motion.”
“What is your game?”
“Play with me, and find out.”
I calm my breathing, wondering if I can implore him to listen to reason. “If it doesn’t matter to you, why not let me go?”
Blake laughs. “I’m not your knight in shining armor, Aurora. I am not here to rescue you. I have given you a way out. It’s your choice whether or not you take it.”
“A way out? You will have me. . . submit myself, my body and soul, to a man I do not want?”
A muscle feathers in his jaw, though his posture remains relaxed against the barred wall of the cell. “He will not harm you.”
“Like he didn’t harm me upstairs, just hours ago?”
Blake’s eyes move to my cheek. “I didn’t relish that, believe it or not.”
“I don’t believe a word you say. Has anything you’ve told me actually been true?”
“I deceive, often. But I rarely lie. I can recall being untruthful to you only once.”
“When?”
He shifts, crossing his ankles as he leans further back. The torchlight on the wall outside the cell flickers across his features. He seems pensive.
“When we first met, I said I recognized you from the palace. I didn’t. I hadn’t seen you before in my life. I was only in the King’s Guard for a couple of years, and I didn’t spend much time in the palace. Though I knew from stories that your mother had red hair.” He shrugs. “Your identity was an educated guess.”
My eyebrows lift. Of all the things he’d said to me that could have been lies, this was the least expected. Partially because I thought he looked familiar when I first set eyes upon him.
“Accept James’s offer,” he says. “You may not believe me, but I would rather you survive this.”
“I will find my own way to survive.”
“Very well.” He looks at me curiously. “I really wasn’t sure which way this would go, you know? I didn’t know whether you’d accept his proposal or not. Usually I can figure people out, but not you. On the one hand, you’re smart. You’ve endured a lot, and you know how to survive. Yet you’re also mind-numbingly stubborn, proud, and ill-tempered. It has made the outcome of all this harder to predict.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m so sorry to disappoint.”
“Oh, darling, I’m not disappointed.” He removes the stopped of his flask, and takes another sip. I swallow, my throat aching. “Thirsty?”
“No.”
He walks toward me, and my muscles harden as he stops inches away from me.
“Don’t be stubborn.” He brings the flask to my lips. “Here.”
I jerk my head away, wobbling on my tiptoes. I try to get purchase on the chains above my handcuffs, regaining my balance.
“Come, now, what are you-“
I grab the chains and lift my body. I kick wildly at Blake. A surprised laugh escapes his lips as he grabs my legs. I swing and grapple with him. Ice-cold water from his flask spills down both of our chests.
“Stop it!” Blake dodges my foot. “What are you doing? I’m trying to help you!”
The muscles in my arms are taut and screaming. My fingers curl around the chains, even as the handcuffs bite into my skin. I jerk against him, determined to land a kick on him at least once. Preferably between his legs.
He drops the flask as I rear up again, and he grabs me. His fingers tighten beneath my thighs, and he jerks me toward him. My core slams against his hard torso, and my legs wrap around his waist. The laughter dies from his expression.
His face is inches from mine. We’re breathing fast. His muscles are taut.
The air in the cell is thick and silent.
And an emotion stronger and uglier than hate surges through my body. It is consuming. Unbearable. Dark and powerful and unfamiliar. I want to tear inside of myself and rip it out.
Blake’s jaw hardens. There is no humor, no amusement, in his eyes. Only darkness.
He smells like night, like the most dangerous part of the forest, like dark forbidden places. His warm breath mingles with mine.
His gaze dips to my mouth and he swallows.
“If you kiss me, I will bite off your tongue,” I whisper.
He staggers back, dropping my legs, and I grip onto the chains to keep my balance. Something like horror or disgust twists across his face.
Without another word, he turns on his heel. He locks the cell door, then disappears out of the dungeons. He doesn’t give me a backward glance.
My shirt is now soaking and I shiver violently. My heartbeat rages. The memory of his grip lingers on my thighs.
I hate him.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
It’s all I can think about for hours. My hatred is so strong that it dulls the pain. It stops my body from completely sagging, and keeps me from freezing. And it urges me to survive this, to beat him. I start to form a plan that might get me out of this mess.