The Elders’ rebellion

Fenrir's POV:

Another day. Another day and I'm woken with anger, angered to the point that I couldn't sleep well the night before. Running my hands through my combed hair, a subtle sigh escaped my lips. Taking a deep breath, I looked below the window that I stood in front of, not like I saw—or better yet, noticed anything. My mind was somewhere else, a deep frown on my face proving that wherever it was- wasn't a good place.

Look at me, I'm an Alpha over an entire pack of werewolves. I have everything now in my grasp; money, power, authority. Everything except her—Marsai, and my preceding memories, but I'd rather not think about them.

I felt the anger course through my veins like hot lead. She had disobeyed me, she tried to run away from me.
The memory of yesterday replayed endlessly in my mind. At my coronation I could feel her glare on my body, trying if she could, to bore holes through me. I could see the hatred in her eyes and her refusal to howl like the others when the coronation had been finalized showed that she did not accept me as her alpha—or her husband. Maybe that was why she tried to stall the wedding with the 'bad luck' tale. She hates me.

I had asked her to show me her room, I honestly didn't want to hurt her. For goodness sake! I would never hurt her, so I couldn't understand why she wanted to get away from me so bad. I turned my back for a second to just look at her room, the room whose very walls were embedded with her presence, the smell of wild roses lingering in the air. Within a second—she had disappeared.

The anger I felt at that moment must have festered to worsen my mood today. I pursued her, hell be damned if I didn't! She belonged to me!

When I caught her, near the border, in her whimpering wolf form, I was still angry. So angry that I had her thrown in the dungeon that very night. Yes, I threw her in the dungeon.

Okay, yes I had murdered her parents, but that wasn't entirely on me. I still couldn’t figure out the blood thirst and raging anger I had felt at that moment. It had clouded my judgement, and left me after the deed was done. But I had not hurt her, not touched even a strand of her hair, yet she ran away from me.

Thinking about this intensified the anger breeding in me. She belonged to me! I am her Alpha, how dare she go against my will. I mean, it was only yesterday that Rudolph had beckoned to her, “Marsai, Marsai come, he said” with his stupid choir boy voice and she had listened. She had gone to him, no, she would have gone to him had I not stopped her.

I sighed again, moving to the balcony a couple of steps from the window. I leaned in, gripping the rails of the balcony where I now stood, a place situated in the Alpha chambers that I had rightfully claimed ownership- that was what Rudolph said. Marsai needed to learn that she belonged to me and must accept that fact. I owned her. And I am going to show her that.

Turning swiftly, I walked away from the balcony to the door, stopping briefly by the mirror on the wall to admire my attire; a navy blue suit, embedded with pearls and the royal Alpha crest. I looked too good to be ignored, so why then did she try to get away from me?

I pushed open the door and stormed to the dungeon where she was locked up. The dungeon was situated under the pack Alpha’s house which by the way, is the name for the mansion belonging to the Alpha. Me.

The stairs leading to it are dark even in daylight, guards are stationed at the entrance, and as I walked by they bowed down and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel good. This new feeling of being worshipped, it was thrilling, and fascinating. I knew it was something I've never felt before. I didn’t need my lost memories to know that.

When I finally reached the door of her cell and was about to barge in and have my way with her, fuck her till she submits and not only accepts me but screams my name in ecstasy. But when I saw her, I……I couldn't do it.

I was still angry, I was, but….I just couldn't. She was leaning on a side of the dirty wall, her dress was torn in different places which almost made me check if it exposed too much of her skin, because if it did I would rip off the heads of the guards who brought her here on the offense of ogling at what belonged to me.

Her red hair was disheveled and hung about her head like curling red fiery cobwebs, her eyes….those hazel eyes were also red. Had she been crying again? For some reason, I couldn't even call her name. She looked so damn vulnerable that I couldn't go near her—she'd break down and I didn't want that.

Gritting my teeth at her sudden unlikeable influence on me, I walked out of the dungeon. I was about to enter my chambers when I heard footsteps approaching me. Looking back, it was Rudolph, the Beta.

"My Alpha," he bowed his head in greeting, placing a clenched hand on his chest.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"I have news, Milord,”

"What news?"

"It's the Elders, Milord"

I frowned, those old fools were just full of trouble.
"What happened?"

Rudolph hesitated for a split second, "they revolted against you, Milord. They do not approve of your…status as the Alpha and the fact that you're marrying our princess Marsai.”

Someone is going to die before breakfast. How dare they? What right do they have to oppose me? I don't want to say much, I think it's time I set the record straight.


A/N
Just someone? Are you sure Fenrir?