KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins

The sight of my mother’s battered body laying on the floor of the dungeon would forever be in my head. She was almost unrecognizable, but I still knew that it was her. The fact that Micah threatened to kill her if I ever tried to escape made me even angrier, but there was nothing I could do. I had to keep my mother safe.

Micah and I were on a horse that would take us to the High mountain since it was a long journey and walking there would take up to two weeks.

There was no words shared between the King and I and the tensed atmosphere was suffocating me. The horse stumbled a little from all rocks and gripped Micah’s thighs for support and quickly let it go like it had burnt me.

The king released a huff but said nothing else and it was silent again. It wasn’t long that the night came upon us and I began to have cramps in my legs.

“I need to take a shit” I spoke after a day of silence between us. Micah pulled the rope of the horse and it came to a halt and he jumped down.

I gripped to the horses side tightly in fear that I would fall. Micah stretched his hand towards me to help me get down but all I did was glare at it. Glare at the same hand that had taken the life of my lover.

With my head high and my back straight, I grabbed on to the horses hair and tried jumping down but stumbled a few times before getting my barring. I huffed as Micah looked at me with a brow raised and tugged down my pants.

I stumbled my way through the dark woods trying to find a perfect spot to ease myself. I suddenly realized that I had gone too far and clicked the roof of my tongue in annoyance.

“Micah?” I called out into the cold night when I heard a twig snap. There was no response to the call and my hart began to pound against my chest. Even though the night was cold, my palms were sweaty because I knew something was not right.

My breath caught in my lungs when I heard it again, and I turned my head to where the twig had snapped. I screamed out and used my hands to cover my face when a figure came running towards me.

When I opened my eyes, the figure of a large bear was in front of me and before I could scream again, it swinged it’s clawed paw towards me and I fell to the floor. Unmoving.

Just then, the moon suddenly came out from where it was hiding behind the cloud and I could see what was happening.

With unfocused sight, I watched as the King fought the bear in his human form. It wasn’t long that the bear fell to the ground with it’s heart toasted next to it and it’s blood mixing with mine.

Micah rushed to me and gently placed my head on his lap. I wanted to talk, but I could. I wanted to move my head but it felt like there was no head on my neck, like it had been cut off. But most of all, I wanted to tell micah that he deserved it.

Even though I was afraid to die, I was also happy to see micah in pain. For he has taken my lover and kept my mother a prisoner he does not deserve a mate, he does not deserve to be loved.

I looked at Micah’s tear filled face then back to the moon and a smile stretched on my lips.

What I would give to see the Great King fall to ruins and with that last thought, the moon went back behind the clouds and I took my last breath.

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MICAH’S POV

When i heard my mates scream, I thought nothing of it because I was still angry at her for cheating on me and threatening to leave me. I was so stupid to have let her walk alone in this un save place. It was my duty to protect my mate and I failed.

I sat outside the healers home with my head between my thighs and my hands gripping my hair. I wish I could get the image of her slit throat out of my head, the way her blood soaked my clothing and palm. I released my hair and looked at the palm that once had her blood and blood them into fist.

I am a bad mate. I do not deserve her.

Flashes of the things I did to her the night before occupied my mind and I dropped to the floor and scream out to the night.

How could I… How could I have been so cruel to rape my mate. I accused her of been unfaithful but so was I. How could I…?

Angrily, i got up and ran to the woods so fast that i didn’t know when I reached a waterfall. My nose flirted as i pulled my pants down and gripped my soften dick in my palm. I gritted my teeth as I tighten my hold on it until it became painful.

I hissed and let go of it then bent down and scooped some wet sand in my right palm. I placed my dick on it and started jerking. I hissed and groaned in pain but didnt stop.

“This was how she felt” I said to myself. “This was how she felt Micah so take it”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I dropped to the floor and released a shaky breath. When looked at my hand, it was covered in soft skin and blood. I scoffed and looked down at my dick just to see it was already healing up. Although there was a sting and would probably scar I would be fine.

I could hear the healer calling for me and I quickly put my pants on and rushed back to the cabin.

“Is she alive…” I asked the healer, afraid that I might get a negative answer.

The healer smiled and pulled the curtain to her cabin open, “Come see yourself”