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Arabella had ran all the way home in her wolf form, she had left her car there in her haze to escape the King.
Upon arriving in the backyard of her home, she hurriedly shifted and went inside her home. She took a quick shower and got dressed before she went to bed. Arabella laid in bed having irrational thoughts of fleeing the country to avoid the King's constant coercion for them to be mates.
Her mind and body was exhausted, exasperated from all the King's frequent incidents that occurred between the two. One of the many things that plagued her mind was the King's Birthday Banquet she had been enforced to attend much to her displeasure. It was her last dreadful thought before she drifted into an uncomfortable slumber.
The mellifluous chirps of the birds which were perched upon Arabella's balcony awoke Arabella to the primal thought of a good kill for breakfast.
Rapping on the front door could be heard from below before she got up to see who was at the door. Tying the robe around her, she descended the stairs reluctantly, hopeful that it was not the King who was at the door.
About to open the front door, she had not smelt a trace of the King's scent and she let out a breath she did not know she was holding. Unfortunately to her, what she did smell was her Godfather Vladimir. She readied herself mentality before opening the door with a small smile.
"Greetings Godfather." Arabella said welcoming him inside.
"Morning Arabella, Did you just awake? It is 6:30 already." Vladimir scolded Arabella as he trained her to wake up much more earlier.
"Yes." She said, hiding the fear she had that he caught her sleeping late.
Vladimir eyes gazed at her as his eyes were cast upon her under a scrutinizing watch. She stood taller and waited for his response.
"Get ready we're going jogging." Vladimir said dismissing her and entering the kitchen.
Arabella knew better than to question Vladimir, she should have realized what he came for based on his sports attire. She quickly showered and got dressed in a grey jogger sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt that stopped at her hip.
After knotting her laces of her sneakers together, she met Vladimir in the kitchen reading the newspaper with a plate of food next to him.
"I made you breakfast," he said looking up from the newspaper, "that's all I could find."
"Thank you. I need to go grocery shopping." Arabella replied still stunned that Vladimir made her breakfast.
"No problem." He said dismissively as he went back to reading the paper.
Two boiled eggs, an apple and one piece of toasted bread were plated for Arabella. She knew if would not be enough to satisfy her hungry but she quickly ate it.
After finishing her meal, Arabella and Vladimir were out the door in a flash. Side by side, they jogged down the lane, keeping their pace steady on the grey slabs of compact concrete the made up the sidewalk. Grand mansions paved the street with their elegance. Golden rays of the morning star warmed the Earth as it washed the streets with its ethereal glow casting shadows that followed. They had jogged down the cul-de-sac street, running until they could see the castle, almost a miles run.
Arabella had become quite suspicious and looked at Vladimir for a sign of his intentions being what was correct of her thoughts. Jogging past the castle with no sign of the King left her relieved there would be no confrontation so early in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
Bound To You
Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
