Bonjour, mes chers lecteurs et fans! So sorry for not uploading sooner, but there's been so much to do lately, I really havn't had time. So... Without further ado: Sur le avec l'histoire.
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It's been quite a few months since my 17th birthday, though I cannot tell how many exactly because of A.: my confinement; and B.: my blindness. Jaques continues to bring me food twice a day every day, but even I grow tired of this habitual routine. I have finally figured out the Alpha/King's name. Rex Lupi. Ironic, considering ithe English translation. King of the Wolves.
Speak of the devil. I sigh as I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs towards my "cell."
"Ah, you're awake. That wil make this easier. I have come to tell you that tommorow is our wedding day. It may be hard for you to notice how fast time flies, with you being blind, but a year has passed already. You'll be 18 tommorow, and officially become my mate."
"More like a slave." I growl under my breath, but he he hears me. Next thing I know, he has me shoved up against the rough stone wall, the chains and shackles around my wrist threatening to break them. Crying out in pain, I make my best to send a glare in his direction.
"Next time you feel the need to speak out, Meus caecus lupam, don't." He snarls and tosses me back onto the ground.
"Fine, mate!" I snarl at him."Entrap me in this hellhole for the rest of my life. The only thing I'll be good for is carrying your pups, and I'm not even sure of that." I trail off in a whisper as tears fall down my cheeks.
"What did you say?" He growls.
"I cannot shift, so I doubt that I'll be able to carry your pups." I said.
"Have you ever tried?" His tone had softened a little, but not by much.
"No. No one would teach me how. My parents are getting to old and the pack detests me."
"Fine. Since you don't know how, I'll force you to shift.
"What?!" A thick, Jamaican accented voices yells from behind Rex.
