I hated it. Everything about it. Every second.
That meeting with the superior supernatural court? Horrendous.
They kept prodding me for information that I wasn’t comfortable speaking about. Two of the five that were there, excluding the King, I couldn’t stand. It was this older lady and man, they looked about sixty. That didn’t mean a lot in werewolf years. I didn’t like them. They made me cry numerous times, which isn’t surprising because I cry a lot on that subject, which caused Benlyam to lash out at them and the King to remind them to keep it comfortable.
The King?
He’s something else. Very attractive but his aura was so Hadean and regal. He didn’t say much throughout the meeting, he sat back and relaxed, observing.
They now knew practically everything. From when he first took me at nine, to when he first raped me, to when he cut me, to who was involved, all the way up to when Benlyam came to the pack.
A lot of things Benlyam didn’t know. He held his composure but I felt how badly it affected him. His hand was also shaking in mine.
Talking about it wasn’t the worst part. It was when the man and woman insisted on me showing them all the damage. They wanted photo evidence for their trial. Something switched in Benlyam when they said that. His aura changed in less than a second.
He felt almost lethal. Similar to when he walked in on Mallory and Doctor Rex, but only similar. It was still different in a way I couldn’t pinpoint. His canines even extended.
I on the other hand completely froze up. My mind physically blanked, fighting between keeping the peace and immediately reacting as if they were Chris. I couldn’t even say no, Benlyam had to for me. My mouth was just parted, the word stuck.
They tried to pressure me into doing it, that’s when the King stepped in and ended the meeting himself. He immediately dismissed them, leaving him with us.
“I apologize for their actions and inconsiderate words,” the King said as I wiped my eyes with a tissue.
I nodded as Benlyam wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him on the sofa.
“Well, that definitely puts a damper on you meeting me. How unfortunate. At least last time you weren’t crying,” the King mused as he folded his hands.
“I’m s-sorry S-sir, last time?” I asked, my voice still damp with tears.
His eyes flickered to Benlyam’s. “Yes. Last time when you were in the coma. I came to discuss some matters with Derek,” he informed me and I subconsciously looked to Benlyam and he squeezed my arm.
“Oh,” I mumbled and looked down at my hands, sniffling.
“You are looking better. Not as pale, your bruising went down and your mark is a lot more visible,” the King added and I felt my face heat up.
I stumbled for a second, “thank you.”
“I’m just being truthful,” he mused and rested his face on one of his fists. ” Glad to see the handprint has gone away. As for you, Derek. Updates? I’ve received your emails, anything else?” he asked, “Of course, Violet if you have anything to add, feel free.”
I nodded and glanced at Benlyam. I did have those letters, but I wasn’t going to say anything. It was only two, I still needed to plan out how to tell him.
“I’ve issued immediate trackers of all state borders yesterday once all my territorial officials reported negative feedback. And if they found any activity, it didn’t match his scent” Benlyam informed, straightening.
“He is masking his scent,” the King chimed. “Any activity, have face recognition.”
Their talk seemed high for me because I didn’t know how the pack worked so I just sat and fiddled with my thumbs. But then, it clicked. He often masked my scent whenever he had check-ins. I mentioned that. He’s probably using that.
“Excuse me,” I spoke out timidly. Benlyam glanced down at me and the King looked excited that I had something to say.
“Go ahead,” the King nodded.
“I- um, well, C-Chris often masked my s-scent when people would check-in, a-and he had a lot of it. There might be s-some still in his office,” my voice wavered when I met the King’s superior stare.
“If he ran off, he most likely took all of it so we wouldn’t track him if we were to find it,” the King debunked only for me to shake my head.
“No disrespect S-sire, but he gave me s-some but a-always forgot so he’d put his on me. I still have the c-container in the room,” I explained shakingly, “they could’ve found it, but they don’t go in the a-attic. He has two types, lotion, and oil.”
The King nodded and Benlyam immediately spoke, “I’ll send some men to see, do you remember what it was?”
“Yeah, it’s a s-small white container, about the s-size of your hand,” I held up my hand as a reference.
He nodded and the King stood up.
“Alright. Seems today was productive. Report to me if your men find what they’re looking for.” Benlyam and I stood up as well, respectfully.
“Yes Sir,” Benlyam nodded.
“Violet, nice meeting you. Good day to both of you.” With that, he left us.
I let out a breath and put my head against Benlyam’s shoulder. He rubbed my shoulder as I wiped the last of my tears. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“I’m proud of you, Flower,” Benlyam said as he tilted my head up so I saw him.
My eyes widened. He smiled.
“I-” No one ever said that to me. I never did anything for them to even think about it.
“I’m serious Violet. You’re so amazing. Strong,” he traced a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you, and I’m sorry for cussing, but-” he paused looking for words, “I can’t… Look at you! You’ve come far! You’re gaining weight, your cuts are healing, your speech-impediment is improving, you haven’t self-harmed yourself, the list goes on.”
My eyes produced tears on their own accord. That was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. It didn’t matter if they were true or not.
“Bee…” I whispered as I stared at him, my mouth parted in shock. His thumb wiped a stray tear that fell. “You m-mean that?”
“Every word, Flower,” he smiled at me.
I didn’t think he’d ever see me in that way. I wasn’t an impressive girl at all. He’s said many words to me before, most of them weren’t kind at all. But the sincerity in his voice switched something in me. I moved to him, pressing my lips against his.
Benlyam responded instantly and I moved my leg, propping myself so I straddled him. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, kissing him with everything I could.
Benlyam pulled back once he saw where I was intending this to go. He read my face before he kissed me again, standing up. I clung to his body as he held me up and he walked up the stairs. I moved down his neck, sucking as he opened his bedroom door and went to his bed, lying me down on it.
He took my lips again and lightly traced circles on my stomach while his other hand cupped my face. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, my area pressed against his. I subconsciously started to rock my hips against him.
Benlyam groaned against my lips. He started pulling up my shirt and soon took it off, breaking the kiss for a second. He immediately grabbed my waist the moment he discarded the shirt. I flinched at the feeling for a quick second but it was enough for Benlyam to pull back and look at my breathless face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, slightly breathless himself, but concerned. I immediately nodded and tugged him back to me, but he stayed. “Words.”
“Yes.”
He slowly came back down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips as his hands gently roamed up and down my bare abdomen, slightly tracing some scars. My own hands found his buttons and went to work removing his shirt from his deliciously formed chest. It slid down his arms and he tossed it somewhere on the floor.
He moved down to my neck, leaving kisses as he took off my pants, his following. Sage was purring in excitement. I continued to press against his bulge as he slid off my bra. His lips trailed as he lightly fondled my boobs. I gasped and arched into him when his mouth met my nipple.
He continued down to my area and looked up for approval before removing the barrier, and pressing his mouth to my mound. I moaned as he slipped his fingers in me, pumping me to an orgasm.