I Claim Your Love novel Chapter 47

“Hello my dear..”

A sense of calm masqueraded Callan’s face when in reality his insides burned with the flames of hatred. His definitive thoughts were ill perceiving the scenarios in which he could hurt the woman in front of him. His self restrain had a limit to it.

“Is this the way to treat your princess?” The lady smirked with a smug face.

Callan looked at the confused faces of the two woman on his left while his own emotions were identical to that of his best friend. A frightened Aurora looked at the number of men accompanying the lady. All of them were taller than Callan and more bulkier than she had ever seen. As also the men exalted a power of their own. She quickly recognised them as Enforcers.

The woman stationed herself parallel to the handsome man. A part of hair was drawn back and coiled at the back of the head while the rest of the shiny strands waved through the sides of her forehead. Her elegant pink gown had perfectly woven red roses around her neckline, waist line and the bottom of the gown. Her simple yet flashy adornments stood out from the rest. However it was the mystique of a beauty that complemented her accessories. With the help of her shiny high heel shoes she stood at a comfortable height just shorter than the handsome man. Her skin shined in the light of the sun while her eyes matched the dark green eyes of the Elemental himself.

The woman narrowed her gaze at Callan and gave him a seductive smile. She undressed her gloves teasingly from her hand and pushed it forward.

With gritted teeth and curled fingers the handsome man reluctantly bowed and kneeled on one leg. He held the lady’s hand and with a light touch of his lips he kissed the back of her palm. Bile formed in his throat but he restrained himself and looked at the lady in disgust.

“That’s better.” The lady smiled complacently. She diverted her attention to the healer who was kneeling besides the handsome man. The princess uninterestingly waved her hand to gesture the healer to take her place. However when she looked at Archer, she was alert. She hesitatingly smiled.

“I see the bear hasn’t left your side even now. He has left a mark in your heart it seems.”

Archer narrowed his gaze and with a stern look he said “I only leave marks on people i don’t like.” he mockingly snorted and pointed his finger to the side of the neck of the princess “But you already know that.”

All the color drained her face as the princess was slightly upset and majorly agitated by the comment of the were bear. The enforcers around her growled in retaliation but the princess held them back. She calmed her features “You still have a spine left bear, good for you.” she smiled devilishly at Archer “By the way... How is your father? I wonder if he can handle anymore abasement.”

Archer’s smiling face was red when he heard what the princess said. He growled and fisted his hand tightly to control his aggression and not lash out at the lady. Fayette was deeply upset by the rude behaviour of the princess. She shielded Archer “Royalty or not, you cannot talk to my friend like that.”

The woman scowled and pursed her lips at the audacity of Fayette. However she soon composed herself “Oh! New girl.” The princess giggled “Is she another of your flings my dear?” She looked at Callan for an answer.

“I AM NOT YOUR DEAR.”

The sudden outburst from the man reflected in the winds which were gaining speed. However even before Callan could realise it, he was thrashed to the ground by two large hands “You pathetic human. How dare you disrespect the princess!”

Archer growled at the bodyguard and went to his friend to pick him up. On the other side the princess kept her hand on the shoulder of the guard “Relax Halvor.” She side stepped to make her way in front of Callan “He is the only person in the world who has a right to say anything to me.. Anything.” she whispered the last part.

Callan did not miss the way in which the lady kept gawking at him. It was the look he was familiar with yet it was something that was making him uncomfortable and disgusted when it came from the lady in the front. Her abnormal gaze was stationed on the man accompanied with a knowing smile. The look of lust was so apparent that Callan was sure that the woman had committed adultery in her heart a number of times.

Her deepest desires were the cause of his deadliest hate.

“I don’t like you.” Callan spitted venomously

The princess snickered “Does it matter?” She mockingly ticked her chin and eventually shrugged “I think not.”

Her sinister smile and her adamant nature was making Callan and his friends uncomfortable. It was eventually Fayette who could take it no more as she bravely stepped up in front of the princess “Back off lady! You are forcefully imposing yourself.”

“I forgot about you. I am really sorry if I’d upset you in any way. We haven’t met.” She extended one hand to greet the human “My name is Beatrice.”

Fayette looked at Archer who shook his head in negation. She fidgeted her thumb before hesitatingly nodding to the lady in acknowledgement. With her good heart she pushed forward her own hand with an awkward smile of appreciation. It was a gesture of etiquettes which she had been taught from her childhood. Beatrice took the hand in her own with a smile. However moments later the smile on her face vanished as she slowly firmed her grip on the delicate hands of the human. Fayette in the next instance closed her eyes and sucked in a lot of air as she moaned in pain. The bones in her palm were being fragmented.

Callan could see no more as he forcefully removed Beatrice’s hand from his friends palm. He carefully pulled her hands towards him and checked for the damage done. Being a human it was apparent that her level of pain exceeded that of the shifters. This was clearly reflected in her wet cheeks and her snivelling.

The side of Beatrice lips curved with pride as she looked at Fayette with disgust “I don’t like when someone interrupts me. I hope this serves you as a reminder.”

Callan gestured Aurora to examine Fayette as he boldly stood forward in front of Beatrice. His eyes were red with hatred and he grinded his teeth in anger. His jaw muscles trembled when he spoke “You are more pathetic than I thought.”

“And you are more handsome than I last saw you.” she outlined Callan’s lips with her finger “I would love to have a taste of you.” she whispered seductively.

Callan faltered for a moment when he saw a faint mystical aura surrounding the princess. He blinked his eye rapidly and gained his composure to look at the evil princess in the eye “You will never know.”

The princess giggled “I love a challenge. There are thousands out there dying to pursue me, be the prince and ascend the throne besides me.”

“Then chose someone among them.”

“Where is the fun in that? Besides..” With touch as light as feathers, the lady roamed her fingers through Callan’s neck all the way to his abdomen “You are the ultimate prize that i want. You are one of a kind and i want no one else.”

Callan scowled and held Beatrice’s hand when she attempted to go further down the abdomen. He gave a sudden jerk to her hand which left her surprised and angry.

“You will never succeed.” He whisper shouted at Beatrice.

The smug look and the determination in Callan made the princess aggravate. Her lips trembled as she smiled sinisterly when she scowled her eyebrows. Soon the men from the royal army marched ahead and held every single one of Callan’s friend forcefully. Archer, Fayette and Aurora were forced to kneel with their heads bowed down. Archer was being thrashed frequently as he tried to resist the guards while Aurora and Fayette were pulled by the hair to cause affliction.

Callan gasped in short breaths when he looked at the wretched state of his friends. His panicked face brought smiles to the princess. Callan helplessly looked at Beatrice “What are you doing! Leave them at this instance.”

“I will.” The princess smiled “But what would i get in return?”

“What do you want?”

The smile on Beatrice’s face widened as she spoke lowly “Be a gentleman and give the lady a kiss.”

She lounged on her place, leaning her upper body forward and pouting a little. She gestured Callan to kiss her as she ticked her lips again and again.

Callan looked at the agonised faces of his friends and then he looked at the evil of a person standing in front of him. He fisted his hands in anger as he had had it enough. He pulled himself back a number of times from using his powers due to the fear of exposing himself. But here the woman had a crossed a line and made his patience diminutive. If using his powers meant that he would be left vulnerable, so be it. He could not afford to let the woman’s self-conceit be detrimental to the well being of his friends.

Callan focused on the hem of her dress and swirled his thumb and his third finger. The big flowers which were embedded on the bottom of her gown were slowly darkening in color. Small dancing embers collectively circled the woman as the men behind her looked in utter despair. Just as they thought they could intervene, the small flares enlarged its surface before leaping and twirling in a fiery dance and latching itself on the fabric.

The flickering soon enhanced as the heat soared its warmth to the entire body of the woman. The princess at once realised what was happening to her however she was left incapable to render a responsive action. She danced and jumped and bellowed her voice. She moaned in pain and screamed at the top of her voice. The men all around were trying to douse the fire but it was too much for them to handle. The flames soon engulfed the entire circumference as it ascended to the top of her waist. Unable to handle the shock anymore the princess was left vulnerable and she fainted. The men desperately tore the fabric while some showered the fine dust of the land to quench the thirst of the bright heat.

The men were successful in their endeavours but were completely shaken by the incident which occurred. They were responsible for the safety of the woman and knew they would be reprimanded to a great measure. Without caring for Callan and his friends the Enforcers escorted the princess to the royal cart and went along the procession.

Archer patted Callan’s back while Fayette shook her head in disagreement. Callan playfully shrugged and blinked an eye. His attention was diverted to the injured palm of his friend which he held in his own hands “This needs to be looked upon.” He roamed his eyes around and asked “Where is Isadora?”

“I sent her away.” Aurora replied. “How do you both know the princess?” the healer asked in curiosity.

“The correct question is how does the princess knows the both of them.” Fayette scowled

Archer and Callan looked at each other with grim faces before Callan answered “I better not talk about her right now.”

“She is the most evil and inhumane person I have ever known.” Archer added.

“I hope I don't have to see her after today.” Callan pursed his lips.

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The big windows which were open were breezing in the pure air of nature. What caught Einar’s eye though were the men who were trying to fix in the hinge which supported the weight of the giant metal frame. And then he bowed his head in disappoint when he recalled why the window frames were being redone. The room had ample of space yet he felt suffocated and strangulated. Memories of the past were haunting his dreams more than ever.

Einar was constantly gawking at every other direction except to the main table where a middle aged man with features as same as him sat with his hands crossed to his chest. Ragnar kept a scowled face throughout and looked at the alpha with indifference. Standing besides him was his mate who was squeezing the shoulders of the former alpha probably trying to ease her own anxiety.

Einar knew that the trauma of the unusual behaviour was not inherited as his father never lost his self control when in power. When he braved himself to look at Ragnar he discerned that his father’s brain would soon relinquish its custody of empathy and logic, and replace itself with the primitive leader of the pack.

Einar deeply sighed keeping his head low “I am ashamed.”

“You should be.” Ragnar replied with mediocrity.

The subtle nature of his father was not going too well with Einar. It was as if he had remembered his childhood when for every of his mistakes his father was chafed and reprimanded him according to the gravity of the fault done. Here however Ragnar seemed to be calm about everything which in retrospect was not the behaviour Einar was familiar with. The alpha waited long for his father to rebuke him, he waited for any admonition from his side but none came. Finally with a long sigh of confidence Einar spoke lowly “I promise to be careful and not make a mistake the next time.”

“DONT MAKE PROMISES YOU CANNOT KEEP.” Ragnar raised his voice as he stood up from his place and screeched his chair in vexation.