You Rejected Me. Remember?

“What…. exactly do you mean by that, Queen of the wolves?”

The vampire king’s raspy voice was intimidating enough to make anyone shudder in fear. Yet, the Queen of the lycanthrope Kingdom didn’t seem to be bothered.

“I mean that one of my citizens is kidnapped by Draven and into your territory. I can prove it to you,” Cassy calmly replied.

“I don’t believe you,” the vampire king hissed. “My son, Draven, has left for the human city to live there for a couple of months. How could he kidnap anyone?” He retorted.

“Respected king. For the sake of the peace of our worlds, you must hear us out. I wouldn’t be accusing anyone of a crime as serious as k********g without a reason.” Cassy’s reply was firm. Her forehead creased. She knew the vampire king wouldn’t believe her. There was a long pause. Cassy waited for a while before speaking again.

“We would like to meet you, Your Majesty. I have proof of what I am saying. But if you don’t agree, we will have to attack your kingdom, which would result in a huge war between the wolves and the vampires. I am trying to avoid bloodshed, Your Majesty. However, either way, we will go to save the wolf that was kidnapped from our territory,” Cassy informed him.

She heard a deep sigh. “Fair enough,” he said. “The sun is about to rise. We cannot open the palace door during the day, as it would be deadly for us. So we will have to delay the meeting until evening. I am ready to meet you and hear you out.” He stated.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Nodding her head, “sounds good. So I’ll be there by sunset,” she mumbled.

“But if you fail to prove what you have said, this accusation will tarnish our alliance, Queen of the Wolves. I will not tolerate being wrongly accused, especially since my son is involved.” The vampire king sneered.

“Oh, I’ll prove that I’m telling the truth, King of the vampires. Don’t worry about that,” Cassy narrowed her eyes. “I know what I’m talking about and I assure you that I’m not lying,” she whispered.

“I’ll be waiting.” He replied right before he ended the call.

Cassy inhaled deeply and glanced at the concerned faces that surrounded her until her eyes rested on Cade.

“She will be fine. Don’t worry Cade. We will get her back. If we have to, we will fight our way through.” She assured him.

“But…..a whole day…we have to wait a whole day for that…your Majesty,” he gasped. “What if they kill her?” His heart pounded in his chest. Aspen too was perturbed. However, he showed respect to his Queen.

Cassy shifted in her seat so that she could face Cade. She looked right into his troubled eyes.

“Cade, look at me,” she said, and he silently obeyed.

“Don’t say that. Your mate is a fighter. She will rebel. She has once managed to save herself and I’m sure she will not let anyone take advantage of her. Be positive, Cade.” She chose her words carefully and made sure that she maintained eye contact with the troubled youngster.

“We will save her.” She firmly mentioned, strengthening her previous statement.

Cade took in a shaky breath and nodded. “We will save her,” he whispered, repeating after his leader.

Cassy smiled and glanced at Elliot and the others.

“We must go to the vampire territory prepared for the worst. Inform our warriors to prepare for war. We have a whole day to gird up our loins,” she paused, frowning.

“I want 500 fighters of the lycan army to join this fight. We are going against the vampires, so we need to be fully prepared.” She stated and Elliot nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call dad and ask him to make the arrangements. They can arrive at this pack by afternoon. Then we will gather the troops to leave together in the evening. Then we will be able to arrive at the vampire territory by sunset,” Elliot commented.

Everyone exchanged glances, while Cade silently sat on his seat, staring at his feet. There was no doubt that he was worried about Monica. Calli felt bad for her brother. Pursing her lips, she frowned.

“We have enough time to get everything set. Let’s do this!” Calli stood up from her seat and walked towards him. It broke her heart to see him devastated.

“We are all here to help. We will win,” she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Cade’s l*p’s stretched in a sad smile as he stood to hug her.

“I know we will, sissy,” he whispered and rested his chin on her shoulder as he closed his eyes shut.

***

Draven massaged his temples as he sat on his throne. He had left Monica in his private chamber. She was so rebellious and was giving him a headache.

“Polanski!” He called for his most trusted man who always stood beside him.

“Yes, your Highness,” Polanski bowed down in respect.

Draven glanced at him, his forehead creased deeply.

“How do you woo a female?” He asked, carefully watching Polanski’s countenance. Polanski stood speechless for a moment, not sure of what to say in response.

“Well?” Draven uttered, getting impatient.

“I…uh…I haven’t tried yet, your Majesty. Maybe use your powers?” He suggested.

“Bah!” Draven g*****d and leaned back. “Not going to work. I want her to like me so that she could be my bride. I can’t keep her hypnotised for the rest of my life! I want her to be mine for real.” He grumbled. “She has already started to rebel against me because I had abducted her and held her without her consent,” Draven scowled.

Polanski uncomfortably shifted on his feet.

“Maybe, show her that you could make her feel good? I think ladies would love that,” Polanski propounded.

Draven tilted his head, frowning in confusion. “Feel good?”

“Yes, your Majesty. You know….. maybe if she realises that you can make her… you know …. When you get intimate….” Polanski trailed off.

Draven stared at the stammering vampire guard for a while before his lips curved in a smirk.

“Hmm… I think I understand,” he sniggered. “Feel good, huh?” He mumbled, tapping on his chin. “That could work.”

Silence followed. Draven remained in his seat with his forehead wrinkled. He seemed to be lost in deep thought.

“But how do they …..feel good? Don’t they feel good when we bang them?” He mumbled. He had never thought about pleasuring anyone besides himself. He never gave it any consideration.

Shrugging his shoulders, Polanski lowered his eyes. “I don’t know much, young Prince,” he replied.

“But maybe if you release her and talk to her she might lean towards you,” Polanski suggested and this time Draven stood up.

“Fine! We will try something. I’ll go and see her and try to talk. We will see how far this goes.” He marched to his private chamber where he had left Monica tied to his bed.

When he entered, he noticed that the bruises on her body were now slowly healing. It surprised him a bit. Werewolves had supernatural healing powers. They should have disappeared completely.

“Why aren’t you healed already?” He voiced his confusion, yet silence answered him. She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Draven studied her face. She wasn’t even looking at him. Undoubtedly, she loathed him. Draven tilted his head, wondering if what Polanski had suggested would work.

Grimacing, Monica laid on her back. She knew her silence might agitate the crazy vampire, yet she had no intention of replying to a lunatic. Monica turned her head so that she was facing away from Draven who seemed to be waiting for her to say something.

After waiting for her to reply, he walked up to her. He felt that he had waited long enough. He had to give Polanski’s suggestion a shot. And for that, he had to apologize first. However, it was one of the hardest things for him.

After inhaling a huge whoosh of breath, he forced himself to utter the words.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have beat you. Or brought you here without your consent. Happy? Now please, can we talk?” He said, confusing Monica.

“Such a lame apology.” Monica heard Asena mumble in her mind.

“What in the world is he up to?” She asked her wolf through their link.

“I don’t know. Maybe he is trying to be friendly,” she responded.

The eff. Monica thought.

“I say play along. Maybe we can trick him and find a way to escape.” Asena proposed. “But be careful about making eye contact,” she reminded her before going silent. Monica gulped. It was showtime. She just hoped that she wouldn’t have to do anything she didn’t like.