His Territory (Old Version)

Seventeen

        "Julian," I growl with enough hatred that I'm surprised it even came out of my mouth. Disregarding the rules I was given before coming in, I lift my eyes and glare straight into his black soulless orbs. Further inspection reveals that this poor excuse for a King is sadly my biologcal father. His brown mane of hair hangs loosely around his gruff face casually touching his shoulders with a jewel encrusted crown atop his head, his nose, if it hadn't been broken, looks exactly like mine, and with distate I realize that my father was not only a handsome man when he was younger, but still is.

        "Cassia or, would a more fitting title be, daughter?" He smirks and it takes everything in me to not rush at him and slap it right off his stupid face.

        "You are not my father. My dad was an amazing man who died loyally and with honor," I spew at him. Julian is the scum of the earth and deserves to be treated as such- blood relative or not.

        The monster before me flicks his hand at the guard and I'm confused until I feel a hard fist splitting across my face. The blow has me sprawled on the floor and I can taste blood which I quickly spit onto the fancy carpet, hoping with all my might that it stains. For some reason I decide to laugh as I shakily get back up on my feet. Am I going crazy? Probably. Do I care? Nope.

        "Do you always have your men do your dirty work for you? You made this problem, why don't you come take care of it yourself?" I challenge in my lunacy. This man is such a coward and I want him to see it.

        "A tempting offer, sweetheart. But I have other plans for you. You see, you have some seriously annoying mates. For three days you've been missing and they already have a whole fucking army ready to storm my damn castle! With that being said, you're going to be a good little girl and reassure your mates that not only are you fine, but you also came here on your own free will. Y'know, daddy issues and all that shit."

        I spit on the carpet once again to clear some left over blood away then smirk at Julian, causing him to falter a bit at how much I must have looked like him. "And I would help you why?" I hope my mates do come because they'll tear his ass apart!

        "Because if you don't they will be the first I kill. Let me lay it out for you, Cassia; I don't have enough royal wolves to defeat your mates and their army. You know what I do have, though? Enough wolves to have your two mates captured with the snap of my fingers. I could put out the order right now that their goal is not to fight, but to bring your two sorry ass mates to me. From there I will bring them into the room of my liking, pick out my favorite pure silver sword, and slice their heads clean off in front of you. If I'm being honest, either plan is ideal for me since I win in each situation. So, by all means, Cassia- don't do what I tell you."

        "Fuck you," I fire at him with as much hatred as I can muster.

        "I take it that means option A?" Julian chuckles and I hold myself back from not going rampage. "Clean her up within an hour, I want to get this done and over with." With that last comment I'm taken out of his sight by the chains connected to my wrists. When the door closes behind me the severity of the situation crashes into me and I suddenly feel like Atlas trying to hold the weight of the world.

        What are we going to do? I whimper to Zara in utter defeat.

        As he says. A world without them is a world I do not want to be apart of, she replies and then fades back into my soul. Awesome, a load of help she is. I guess being a goddess's wolf isn't as cool and problem solving as I thought it would be.

        A few minutes later I'm pushed into a room with the instructions to make myself look presentable; no bruises, scrubbed clean, and long sleeves to hide my wrists. This situation could not get any worse... unless, of course, Julian goes back on his word and kills Colton and Caden anyway. That's definitely something he would do and another worry I have to add to my list.

      It takes half an hour to become fully presentable to the point where my mates won't be suspicious. As if they won't be already?

        A knock comes from the door and I tell whomever it is to come in. "Good evening, princess. Are you decent?" A man who looks to be in his mid forties strides in with his eyes cast to the floor.

        "Uh, yeah. Are you here to take me to my mates?" I ask as I stand up from the bed.

        "Well, not exactly. My name is Clyde Delarosa and I'm here to help."

        I look at him in confusion, afraid I've heard him wrong. "Help? Help me?"

        "Yes, you. Me and many other people believe it is time to stop Julian's reign of terror and you are just the one to stop it. You're the only one in the world with a true right to the throne and he is such a horrible dictator. Julian must be stopped!" Clyde says with such passion that I'm already half way convinced.

        "So you're willing to help my mates and I?" A spark of hope ignites in my heart that this man may be our salvation.

        "With everything in my power, princess. Hurry, let me tell you my plan..."

(A/N: *smirks evilly* Enjoy!)