Chapter 4 IV

Sapphire p.o.v

I watched as his hand tapped his lap.

He wanted me close.

He wanted mr to sit on him.

It was disgusting yet I had to decide whether or not to fulfill his unspoken request.

I crept back.

The moment I will sit next to him ,will be the moment I will be at risk of death.

I may fear him but I am not dumb enough to obey him out of fear.

I would keep a good distance for as long as I could.

"Are you sure she is the one?"

"Of course I am."

I pretended not to have heard their whispers.

I did hear them though.

I am confused.

They had been searching for me, a human.

I may have been in hiding and have stolen food but I am not a criminal, just a petty thief.

There were far worse humans that I have met.

"Come closer," The king requested, his hand tapping his lap again, his attention directed back to me.

A shake of my head had him releasing an incredibly threatening growl.

I stared at him, his animalistic sound sounding rather threatening and scary.

I am absolutely terrified and I slowly crawled towards him.

I resented it and knew it was a stupid thing to do.

I was giving up multiple opportunities for escape, I however did not want to be ripped into pieces.

"That's like a good girl," he practically purred as he pulled me onto his lap.

His purring was unsettling.

He drew all the layers of fur around me and made sure to tilt my head against his chest.

I felt constricted.

My body wanted to move about instead of being caged into a male lycan.

A male far larger and stronger than myelf.

"I still say we send her to the matches. She obviously does not feel the grace shown to her...."

A loud growl ripped through the King's chest.

His arms tightened on me.

"MINE!!" He growled like a possessive animal.

My body trembled as he held me nearly to the point of choking me.

It was far from pleasant.

It was terrifying for me.

"Oh my little one. I'm sorry for scaring you," the lycan suddenly began to talk sweetly, petting my head as he tried to calm me from my state of distress.

"Dawson don't even think of mentioning the death matches and my darling in the same sentence, am I understood?"

"Of course, Alpha."

"Don't worry I would never make you fight in those matches. You deserve much better and when we get home you will get what you deserve my lovely."

I no longer felt afraid of the lycan.

It seemed pretty obvious he did not intend to hurt me.

However his words made me feel nauseous.

He was being too sweet and endearing as well as clingy, literally.

As a girl, I have learnt that trust was bad and distance from people is good, so the I wasn't by anywhere enjoying his closeness.

Whenever my head slumped forward and I wanted to go to sleep, he would instantly pull my head back to his chest.

I could hear him trying to sniff the air, particularly me.

He did not seem to pleased with whatever he smelled.

"You are going to have a nice long bath at home and I will wash off all the dirt so I can smell your scent better. Dawson what do you think my little one's scent will be? Roses, vanilla, maybe strawberries."

I frowned none of what he had mentioned seemed that thrilling.

I did not really want him to bath me although what made me angrier was the way he referred to me.

"Little one."

His "little one."

It did not matter if it was intended as an endearment.

I am most definitely not a child and hated how he referred to ne as if I was one.

He treated me as if I was a child or a pet and for a fully grown woman that I am, this is definitely not fun.

There was also the issue about my "scent".

He expected me to smell like all sweet things.

Is he too privileged to realise that I had never even gone near any of those things before.

I am a poor human.

I had no fancy things.

Dirt, sewage and whatever other waste is my"scent."

I am if anything somewhat proud of who I am.

A survivor.

The Lycans were taking it all from me.

Stripping me of my identity.

TBC.