The Dark Princess

“How was work, babe?” asked Keith as Gretchen came through the door and dropped her keys on the table in the hall. She was dressed up today in her fitted black business suit, pearls and topknot. There was an emergency meeting with the surrounding packs and she always liked to look professional around the other leaders.

“They killed Billy and a new witch took over at the Order in Savanna. He’s killing off people left and right trying to get rid of anyone who’s not a full blood witch. That’s just fucking crazy. Those assholes don’t even see how hypocritical they’re being. Unless you’re born in the realm, there’s always going to be blood mixing with humans, Lycans or Vampyres. Dad’s hiring more security just to be safe, they should be here in the morning,” said Gretchen as she sat beside Keith on the brown leather couch and took off her heels.

“Exciting meeting then?” asked Keith sarcastically.

Gretchen smirked and said, “Yes, very. Did you send the check to the caterer?”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” he said as he put his arm around Gretchen.

“Great, one less thing to worry about. Before you know it, I’ll be Mrs. Gretchen Jackson and we’ll be on our way to Cancun for our honeymoon,” said Gretchen as she leaned back into the couch beside Keith.

Gretchen scratched the dark stubble under Keith's chin and said, “By the way, I don’t want you going out without security, so just hang tight in the morning til the new guys get here. I can't let my handsome human get scuffed up.”

“I can’t fucking wait til the weddings over. It’ll be nice to be able to show my face around the pack without them giving me those shitty looks,” said Keith.

“I know it’s not easy, I was hoping everyone would come around to me marrying a human, but I honestly don’t give a shit anymore. When I take over after the wedding, no one will say anything to you ever again. I promise you,” she said.

“Hey, by the way, I left dinner in the oven,” Keith said as he flipped through the channels.

“I know, I could smell it a mile away. Thank God I'm marrying a chef or else I'd starve to death,” said Gretchen. “I appreciate you staying here in this shitty little apartment, Keith. I just wanted to spruce up the house before we moved in. All those wolves running in and out over the years really messed up the floors and carpet. The painters finished up today and the new appliances came, you should see it. That old farmhouse has never looked so good.”

“I can’t wait, babe,” he said. “Now go eat so we can go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

As Gretchen combed out her wet curly golden brown hair after her shower, Keith got under the covers and turned on the television.

“So what are we watching tonight babe?” asked Keith.

Gretchen spit her toothpaste in the sink then said, “How about something scary?”

“You seriously think that’s a good idea? Your nightmare game has been strong the past couple of nights,” said Keith as he scrolled through the selections.

Gretchen walked out of the bathroom and climbed in bed beside Keith then said, “It’s so weird. I have this recurring dream about being kidnapped by some man wearing a cloak. I keep trying to run away from him and the harder I try to get away, the closer he gets. No matter how much I fight or bite or growl, he just won’t fucking leave me alone.”

Keith kissed Gretchen's forehead then clicked ok on the remote. As the intro came across the screen, Keith said, “Yeah, I know, I hear you screaming out his name. Oh Damien! Oh Damien!” Keith joked.

“It’s not funny,” Gretchen said as she slapped Keith’s arm. “They’re terrifying. I keep trying to run home and he keeps appearing in front of me. I can’t shake him no matter how hard I try. I think he wants to kill me,” she said as she climbed on top of Keith and ran her fingers over his shaved head.

Keith grabbed Gretchen's ass cheeks in his hands and started moving her hips against his. “I think he wants to fuck you Gretchen. I actually can’t say I blame him. I’ve been thinking about it all day myself.”

“Is that so? Well, I guess ole Damien will have to wait his turn tonight then,” said Gretchen as she pulled off her nightgown and threw it to the floor.

“Damn, Gretch, no panties. What a naughty little witch you are!” said Keith as he ran his hands up her chest and lightly squeezed her breasts.

“Not tonight, baby. The full moon is out and I'm just your dirty little Lycan bitch tonight,” she said as she rubbed her cunt against his boxers.

Keith blew out through his mouth and said, “Does that make me little red riding hood?”

“No baby, I’ll be the one doing the riding tonight,” said Gretchen as she crawled slowly down Keith’s body and pulled off his boxers with her teeth.

After a quick round of sex, Gretchen fell asleep in Keith’s arms. As her mind drifted off into the world of dreams, Gretchen walked down a dirt path through an ancient forest.

All of a sudden, two giant black wolves blocked her path. She shifted and fought the wolves off then ran down the dirt path away from her attackers only to have the hooded man approach her with his hands up saying, “Gretchen, wake up now.”

Gretchen sprinted towards the man then quickly darted around him and ran as fast as she could through the forest. No matter how fast or far she went, the cloaked figure appeared in front of her and said, “Wake up.”

As she came to the ruins of an ancient building, Gretchen ran inside for cover and hid behind a stone pillar. While she panted for air, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. When Gretchen looked up, the man stood over her and said, “Wake up Gretchen, they’re coming.” Then, he grabbed her by her throat and said, “Wake up, now.”

Gretchen's eyes snapped open as the door to Keith's bedroom was kicked in. Before she had a chance to react, she was placed under an immobilization spell. Unable to move or speak, one of the invaders grabbed Gretchen by her hair and dragged her from bed then threw her to the floor and lifted her head so she could get a proper view.

Gretchen's eyes widened in horror as five attackers drew knives and surrounded Keith as he lay incapacitated in bed. She kept trying to reach her wolf, but the spell had put that part of Gretchen to sleep. She cried out in her mind to her mother and father. She shared a psychic connection to her parents and the other members of her pack, but Gretchen was staying at Keith’s apartment on the edge of town, miles from the nearest soldier and her family. They'd never be able to reach the apartment in time.

The tallest among the intruders knelt down beside Gretchen and said, “Keep your fucking eyes open you half blood bitch. You’re not going to want to miss this.”

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