Song: All The Kids Are Depressed by Jeremy Zucker
Words: 1717
Published: June 12th, 2020
Third Person POV
Rayna
"King!" Daniel shouts. Rayna can hear the two sets of footsteps approach the bedroom, but all sounds quickly stop from them.
"Mate . . ." the King says. Rayna finds herself unable to move or avert her blue eyes from his hazel ones.
The King, whose name she recalls is Harley, bends down in front of her.
"What's your name?" he asks. She gulps. His voice is just as attractive as his . . . everything.
"R- Rayna," she stutters.
"Rayna," he whispers, trying her name out on his tongue. She shivers, making his lips twitch. "What are you doing here instead of in line with all the other girls?" he asks.
"I- Uhm . . . I wasn't allowed to, sir," she tells him, 'sir' being her default when talking to older males.
"Please, call me Harley. Who said you weren't allowed to?" he asks, his fingers twitching. Hesitantly, she looks over her bed, and points at Johnathan, who is watching in pure shock in the doorway.
"H- Him. John," she says.
Harley stands up, giving Johnathan a hard glare, which causes the two leaders to bow their heads. Rayna realizes that Harley had kicked her door down, as there was splintered wood everywhere and the door was on the ground.
Harley looks back at Rayna.
"I'll be back in a little while. You should start packing," he tells her before walking out of the room. With a simple hand gesture, Daniel and Johnathan are following him with their tails tucked.
Rayna gulps and doesn't dare move until the front door is closed. She lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and looks out her window again. Harley is taking the two to the Pack House.
She gets up and walks around her bed. She sighs and goes to grab a broom. She spends a good ten minutes cleaning up the wood chips and putting the main piece of her door in the hallway.
By the time she actually gets her only suitcase out from the top of her closet and starts packing her stuff, the front door opens again. She looks through the doorway to see Harley again. Thank Goddess it wasn't someone else.
He walks over.
"I'll be staying the night in the Pack House, and we'll leave for the castle in the morning. Is that okay with you?"
She nods, pulling out the bins under her bed. Harley doesn't know that they're secret so it should be okay. The first thing she packs is her sketches.
"You draw?" Harley asks, bending down on the floor with her. She nods again. "May I see some?"
She gives him a glance and tentatively nods. She grabs three sketches and hands them to him. One is of cherry blossoms, another of Ray, and the third of Naomi.
"These are really good," he compliments. She feels her cheeks heat up.
"Thank you," she replies softly.
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Little Dahlia
FantasyHe's the Alpha King. She's the adopted daughter of the Beta. He's feared. She's abused. He's strong enough to break bones. She can barely heal. He's smart. She has dyslexia and dyscalculia. He's confident. She has anxiety. He's hopeful. She has depr...
