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Off in the Wolf Hideout, in the prisons deep within the maze like tunnels. The Wolf King, Xander, stood in front of a certain cell while being heavily guarded by his trusted men.

"You are to be my wife." Xander said to the woman, more like a demand.

"Xander, why would I do that? I am not of your kind, you should just kill me already. You've took me from my family." The female growls at him, turning her back to him.

She has been stuck here for many of years due to this man. She wanted so badly to kill him, but she knew it was of no use. His men would revive him within seconds, leaving her work in vain.

"Now, sweetheart, let's not get all hostile, shall we? I've loved you ever since I laid eyes upon your beautiful, soft amethyst colored eyes. Accept my love, or I'll just have to force my love upon you even more." Xander told her in such a sweet tone.

He was used to her hostile behavior, which only made him want her even more. Usually any woman would be dying to be with him. But she; oh no, she'd rather die than be with him.

"Oh, love. You make my heart boast with such lovely emotions! I can't wait for you to be fully mine.~" he smiled.

She turned and glared at him. "Good. Then I'll have a better chance to kill you, personally." She snaps, her fangs baring ever so slightly as she hissed at him.

Xander's guards feared this woman, for she wasn't lying. They didn't understand why their King hasn't killed her yet, but the old fool was in love.

"Oh how attractive! I bet you'll lavish on my blood like the sexy beast you are, eh? How exciting! I can't wait to see how you'll be on our honeymoon, darling!" Xander gave a almost insane laugh as he walked out of the prison with the woman glaring into his back.

"When I get out of here, I'll find my family, then feed you to my fellow followers." She growled lowly as she mumbled the threat. Did she even still have her followers? Even if she did, would they remember her? She didn't change much, other than the few torture marks on her back from trying to escape. Ahe sighed, defeated once again. Words were useless.

No one could stop him once he had something set in motion.

And I mean, no one.

But her.

The prophecy.