The Tribute King

Plovdiv, City,

Bonnie snuck inside the lab room to see him.

As usual, She saw that he was still chained to the bed. many chains were shackling him and making it impossible for him to break free or stay comfortable.

She sighed and went closer.

"Hi."She called meekly."I brought you some food."She added stretching a plate which he didn't notice earlier to him.

He looked down at her hand and then look up with a squeezed face, radiating anger.

It has been that way. Ever since she came back and her father showed him to her she had been trying to make friends with him but he keeps pushing her away.

Bonnie knew he hated her, why won't he? when her father made life hell for him. Caging him for the past ten years and conducting all sorts of experiments in a bide to produce more of him.

Right from the first day she came into the lab and saw him she had been attracted to him.

There's something about him that pulls her in

Although she still can't place her hand on it yet.

Merely looking at the man in half-wolf form, one would tell he's tired, frustrated, and angry at himself and the world.

When her father showed him to them on their arrival day, she saw how lifeless he was and although he might be pale and sick-looking but he is handsome and she has gotten to like him.

The sleeping wolf lay motionless like a corpse. His eyes close and his lips squeeze together in a hard frown wrinkling his bristly eyebrows as well.

His hawkish nose which curved upwards like the beak of a hawk accentuated his chiseled face along with his well-defined cheekbone and concrete jaw.

His extreme Vicky-gold hair which tangled together looking like a dread spread on the bed he laid.

And gauging his long hair length she can tell it must be up to butt length level or more.

As she gazes at the pretty battered man on the bed, she feels sorry for him. She wishes she can set him free but she knows quite well she can't, especially when she doesn't have the power to do so, at least at the moment.

But for sure she would get him out. She vows solemnly.

The angry half-wolf man whose eyes were staring intently at her is making her nervous and his venomous glare is scaring the shit outta her and she felt like running out, moving far away from him.

But she knew she can't. Not when she had vowed to help him out.

To set him free.

His hateful eyes watching her thoroughly made her heart to began pounding rapidly, fiercely like a metal gong being struck over and over again to produce a sonorous sound.

It is as if he can see her, the inner her. She felt like he is seeing the deepest part of her soul which frightens her as hot perspiration begins to flow out of her pores.

The saline fluid dripping out of her for-head crawled to her lips which she unconsciously licked and felt the salty and dusty taste of the fluid twirled around her whole mouth and she hurriedly spat out like she swallowed a hot meal that burns her.

She stopped spitting when she felt his excruciating gaze on her.

" Sorry." She murmured inaudibly but he heard her.

She lifted her eyes and stare at his face and their eyes met. It felt like the world suddenly stop and no other world existed except theirs.

Her blue sky eyes look deep into his green-reddish eyes which were burning with fire, ready to consume her and she felt hurt seeing his eyes full of hatred towards her.

She hate to see that hateful look on him each time she came to see him.

Each time she visits him, it is always there, all hatred, no atom of warmth or acceptance.

It is as if he hates her existence even her presence to the core.

Even at that, she wouldn't stop coming to see him, whenever she could without her father or sister's knowledge she would sneak in to see him bringing food along for him.

She cares for him.

Knowing her callous father she can't let him know about her visit, if not, all hell will let loose. He will kill her.

As Bonnie was standing there before him with the food in her hand he was frowning at her, just like on other days.

His face wrinkled together and his eyes were red burning dangerously in rage while he throws a dagger repeatedly at her.

The mere thought is, that she has gotten used to his hateful glare.

But hell no! She hasn't. She can never get used to that not when the event of their first meeting is still intact in her head.

The day he almost kill her... The day which has been ingrained in her memory.

She was taking a walk around the palace with her sister accompanied by four guards and two maids who were leading them.

They were touring around the palace, observing and familiarizing themselves with their home which they left long ago.

As they were viewing the garden, a guard approached them.

" Greetings my princesses," He greeted." the king demands your presence." He added bowing his head slightly to them.

"Now?" She had asked him, A bit sad and disappointed.