Chapter 13

Dylan POV.

It was a small knock on the door, that seemed to wake me from my sleep. I groaned as I sat up, realizing I had slept crumpled up on the solid floor. My entire body ached as I forced myself to stand, I walked over to a small mirror and looked at my face, I barely even recognized the girl staring back at me. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and my cheeks and forehead were dirty, I had a large scabby cut on my forehead where I had hit it on the floor during my abduction yesterday, and my left cheek bone had a rather large bruise forming from where the King had slapped me a billion and one times.

I heard another knock and my head snapped to it as the lock was turned, the door was then opened and my eyes widened. Within a second four of the ladies from Yesterday in the line up walked in with a rack full of weird dresses, a black bag under arm and a large sliver box.

"Sorry to disturb you, your majesty, but we have a lot to do to get you ready for lunch this afternoon." I honestly don't remember anyone's name. I'm hoping this will go quick.

I immediately felt something wrap around my waist. "What the fuck." I looked down and noticed the grey haired lady taking my measurements as another lady began to fiddle with my hair. "No no... No no." I quickly stepped away from all of them before looking around the room. There was literally no escape options whatsoever.

"Your grace we have had orders and..." I cut her off quickly, appealing to what I hope is a nice side she has.

"I'm not a royal." I snapped causing all of their faces to drop suddenly. I let a frustrated huff before flopping on the bed face first. I screamed into the fabric before feeling someone lift my leg up slightly.

"Hmm size 5, very common. Can we find a nice pair of heels in size 5?" One of the handmaidens set to work before I looked up. "I know you don't exactly like this situation, your majesty, but you are the Kings mate, therefore you have certain obligations. Having lunch with his family is one of them, dressing the part is another." She spoke as she pulled me off the bed and onto my feet.

Before I could even reply I was being dragged into my shared bathroom. I was forced into the full bathtub naked, And scrubbed from head to toe, my entire body was waxed and my hair was cut to get it in into good condition.

A green gown was taken from the rack and quickly placed over my head, it had a lacy up back thingy and I already could tell I wasn't going to be breathing tonight. "I don't wear dresses!" I tried to keep their wandering hands off me but my tits were now being groped as they were shoved into the dress. Finally the back of the dress was pulled tightly together and fastened at the back.

"You are Queen now, you will be required to wear gowns like this everyday, I suggest you get used to it quickly." The grey haired lady is definitely a wolf no question. Even still she thinks she's better than me.

"Why do I have to wear this for a stupid lunch anyway? The kings already seen me in my school uniform, so I don't see the issue." I was beyond confused by what was going on, I hate this whole situation, I never wanted a mate, but the king, really? It's just cruel.

"Ah yes, your uniform... Harriet, please place these items into the furnace." The older lady held out my uniform to a handmaiden which she took before I could stop her.

"You can’t burn it!” I yelled as I watched Harriet walk away with my uniform in hand. Thank god I took the picture of my dad out of my pocket.

"Your Grace, you are above that life now. Look at you, you're clean, beautiful and you will soon be marked and mated by the king, and even more exciting, after that you will be coronated." A different lady stepped forward to explain this life to me again. The more these women spoke the more I felt trapped, I hated my life so much.

"I'm above no one." I seethed as I stared her point blank in the face. "I'm the lowest of the low, human scum, branded only last week so everyone can see what I am." I looked at my brand and felt tears begin to form as I thought about my home town. As fast as they came I blinked them away, I will not show emotion while living here, never again.

Next came styling my newly cut hair and decorating my face with make up. While my head felt like it was being dragged through a hedge, my face was being prodded with powder and finally a lipstick thing. My wrists were held down while they worked on my appearance, this was mainly so I couldn't push them away as I was struggling, trying to get them to stop.

Once I was finished I was forced to see myself in the stupid floor length mirror. I actually looked like a fucking princess god help me. I mean apart from having a brand on my arm, my scars from all the lashings could be clearly seen on my upper back, I had a large white bandaid on my forehead where I had split it open yesterday and my bright eyes looked tired and sunken in, but yeah, apart from that I was the perfect princess.

"You truly are beautiful, your grace, I'm sure the dowager king and queen will love you." One of my handmaidens commented she smiled brightly while my face held everything but joy.

My hair was placed over one shoulder in curls and a small half up bun was placed at the side. Finally my handmaiden ran over with a pair of heels which I absolutely refused to wear.

I slipped my feet into my very old school shoes and walked out. Already hating the idea of being so close to the former king and queen.

"Your Grace." My escort was exactly where the king said he would be, right outside the door waiting for me to walk out. He bowed lowly to me before addressing me once more. "It is only 12:00 your grace, you still have half an hour to prepare."

"I'm going for a walk." I stated bluntly before heading down the corridor. I got to the steps and stopped slightly I bunched my dress up a little bit before taking a few steps down, instantly my left foot accidentally tread on my gown and I went tumbling down the stairs, my hair flew all over the place, and my dress ripped slightly. I only fell down a couple of steps but with the way people pounced on me you would think I'd broken my neck.

"Miss Riley!" I felt two arms grab me and help me up before the royal beta began to inspect me for injury.  "Are you ok? That was quite the tumble." He asked looking at me, I just nodded before walking down the next set with both the beta and my escort following me.

"I've had much worse." I admitted before frowning suddenly. "Why are you here anyway. I thought only the king is allowed on the fourth floor."

"I was sent to see how things were going, the King was concerned." I scoffed, of course he was concerned. Concerned that I'd ran away or something. "You look lovely by the way."

I grunted a small but very unflattering thank you before continuing to walk through the castle. After 10 minutes and another flight of stairs I hit another dead end.

"Argh! who needs a house this big." I was becoming more and more frustrated by the minute.

"Calm down. I know you must be nervous about meeting the in laws but..." I couldn't help myself, I cut him off very quickly before curling my hands into fist.

"Don't call them that." Im progressively getting annoyed at the fact that I'm completely trapped with a bunch of high ranking wolves who have been repetitively torturing me and my kind for years.

"I know you hate your situation, but you may actually enjoy it here if you give it a chance, the king is your mate, he will do right by you!" He doesn't get it, non of them do. They are too privileged to know any different.

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm here against my will, not by choice. If I had my choice I'd be in my uniform back at home, arguing with my mom and little brother about how much you mutts, piss, me, off. Don't you dare think for one minute I'm ever going to be civil with any of you. Now I'll go to this dinner, and I won't say a god damn word out of line. But I will never let you DOGS get the better of me." With that I lowered my head in submission. I hate submitting but it means I'm below their kind which is what I want to show.

"Wow, you really do hate us, don't you?" He let out a sigh when I didn't answer. "Dylan? Just try and have a simple conversation with them. You might end up having something in common. The moon goddess chose you for a reason." Again I ignored him, the only reason I was chosen was because some higher power had it in for me, and that isn't a stupid non existent goddess. "Anyway dinner will be served in the third floor dining hall. I believe Josh is already seated, along with his parents and his grandfather. I will escort you to where you are needed to be, just please, be careful the dowager king is rather temperamental." He held his arm out for me to take, however I refused. He sighed before gesturing me to follow him escorting me to the hall.

My hands were getting clammy and my heart was racing more and more, at the thought of actually meeting the very people that fuel my anger. The very people that violently stole my livelihood.

I just have to keep my head low... and try to not stab anyone as they sit by me.

He took me to two huge wooden doors before gently knocking. "Remember, you're one of them now. Don't bow down to them." I nodded my head and looked him in the eye, I took a deep breath before huffing it out and facing forward as the doors opened.

The second they did the king stood up, along with the dowager king and queen, and an older gentleman, my head instantly lowered and I took a knee in front of them. I refused to look any of them in the eye, as I heard footsteps approach my form.