Queen Arabella Anderson

A week after the first day of the Spring Trials, and the morning after the Pink Moon Ball, which was the ball at the end of the Spring Trials, to celebrate the full moon in April, I woke up writhing in pain. I knew exactly what kind of pain it was, even though I hadn't technically experienced it yet; I was in heat.

Werewolf heat is a weird one. Some people get it loads, some people are lucky enough to go on heat once a year. I usually get it about three times a year, and it's never usually too bad. The most annoying thing about my heat used to be all of the unmated rouges who would try and fuck me. This, however, is the worst pain I have ever experienced. The first heat after mating is usually the most painful, and they slowly decrease in pain over time, but I didn't think it would be like this.

"Nick," I groaned, taking all of my energy to just moan that one name, glad that we had werewolf hearing because he might not have heard me otherwise. I watched as he picked his head up off the pillow, yawned and then turned to look at me, instantly becoming alert when he saw the state I was in.

"Bells, baby, what's wrong?" he asked quickly, putting a hand on my cheek and quickly recoiling due to the boiling hot temperature my skin was now at. "You're on heat, right?" he asked, and nodded my head ever so slightly. "Okay, you'll be okay, I'm going to get some maids in here, we are going to run you an ice bath, and I'll get the doctor to come with some painkillers," he stood up quickly, mindlinking all the necessary people, and began running the bath.

A few minutes later a bunch of maids came in with buckets of ice, and I could hear them as they plopped into the bath before they left. "I'm going to pick you up now alright?" he asked, trying to be respectful. I nodded my head, and he slowly wrapped his arms around my boiling hot body, carrying me bridal style into our bathroom. He slowly stripped me of my clothes and then lowered me into the bath. I could feel myself instantly relaxing as I felt the cold water rushing over me.

When the doctor came in, who was a woman, as Nick wasn't going to let any man near me at any point. She said a couple of words to Nick, which I tuned out of, and then some words to me which I didn't bother listening to, and then she injected me with something, which I assumed was painkiller, as half an hour later my pain had halved, and my temperature was still high, but no longer skyrocketing.

"Nick," I spoke out, who wasn't in the bathroom, but I guessed would be somewhere nearby.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked, walking into the room, taking a seat next to the bathtub and putting a hand on my head, to feel my temperature.

"I'm okay," I spoke back, my eyes now closed. "A little hungry."

"What are you hungry for?" he asked, smiling softly at me.

"Hmmm, pancakes!" I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

"Alright, pancakes it is, I'll let the chef know," he chuckled at me. "You want anything else?" I shook my head in response.

The next couple of days were torture. I knew the only way to get rid of it was to ride it out, or to have sex with Nick, and most definitely become pregnant, but I wanted to enjoy my time with him as just us first, before I threw a baby in there, and he understood too. In fact, when I told him about how much of my time having a baby would take up, and how little sex we would be able to have, he said there was no way I was having a baby anytime soon. I love my angry possessive husband, only sometimes though. His possessiveness was crazy over the next few days, it wasn't just guys he was keeping me from, he would let me see any of my friends, fearing the worst, not wanting anyone to try and take advantage of me whilst I was in this state, and I could hear him growling a lot whenever he wasn't in the room.

Eventually the pain faded, and my temperature decreased permanently, so I could finally get out of the bath, which I had been spending way too much time in and had now basically become all shrivelled like a raisin.

"Shut up, you're gorgeous," Nick said to me as he cuddled up to me, after I had complained about my appearance yet again, because apparently this heat thing came with more insecurities than normal.

"I don't feel it," I mumbled.

"Trust me," he kissed me softly on the head.

King Nicholas Anderson

Sleeping in my arms was my mate, my wife, my queen. She was sleeping rather peacefully, although her eyebrows were still somewhat furrowed in pain, pain which she was experiencing due to being on heat, and being my mate. I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, and I think my insecurities that she would get angry with me because of her heat had made me insanely possessive recently; I wouldn't even let her fucking brother visit her.

I soon fell asleep to the soft sounds of her breathing, and I was out like a light until morning. Unfortunately, when I woke up my arms were empty, and my mate was missing. Her scent was recent though, so I knew she must have only recently left. My suspicions were confirmed when I went downstairs to one of the dining rooms and she was sat there, chatting away with Obi about who knows what.

I was still feeling slightly possessive, and couldn't stop the growl that left my throat, adding a sheepish smile afterwards. Breakfast was served and we all dug in, with light conversation around the table, and my hand resting possessively on Arabella's knee for the most of it.

"No grandbabies then," my mother came in, with an overexaggerated frown.

"No, mother," I rolled my eyes at her behaviour. "We want to spend some time together first," I added.

"We had ten glorious years just the two of us before we had Nicholas, remember," my father came to the rescue, and I sent him a grateful smile.

"We met when we were 18 though!" complained my mother.

"Leave them alone now darling," my father said, and my mother scoffed, but did remain quiet.

"How's the pain?" I asked Arabella, turning to her and giving her thigh a slight squeeze.

"Fine, I'm ready for work," she smiled up at me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes yes," she insisted, and so like always, I gave in.

We spend the rest of the morning in the council room. Even though we had a throne each, Arabella was comfortably nestled in my lap on my throne, and we made decisions on there, together, equally. There were various matters we had to sort out, some conflict between a couple of the packs, debating new laws that were presented and different legislations, as well as deciding the fate of someone who had recently murdered their mother. There were also a couple of hearings from different rouges who wanted to join the pack, we heard their story, we deliberated, and we came to a decision. Today, probably because of Arabella's influence, we accepted all of the rouges who presented their cases to us today, and they were all going to be housed in the new housing estate.

The new Alpha of the Blue Crescent pack also visited with his Beta, as we had asked for updates on how everything was going. He had won his section of the Spring trials fair and square, and so rightfully deserved the title of Alpha, and by his presentation on how things were going, was doing a good job of it. Regardless, I was going to keep an eye on things, as the people of that pack had gone through enough, and the last thing I wanted to do was to put in place an Alpha who was just as bad, if not worse.

Once all of that was over, and it was just Arabella and I in the room, we stayed there for a bit, enjoying eachother's company, talking about past events, and things we wanted to do in the future.

Things started to get a bit heated as she began kissing up my neck, focusing on her claim of me, located at the base of my neck, one of many. "What are you doing?" I spoke huskily.

"Have you ever had sex on a throne?" she asked seductively. She was a little temptress my queen was.

"No," I growled out at she continued to tease me, so close to my self-control breaking and ripping apart her clothes.

"You wanna try," she nibbled my ear.

"Fuck," I breathed, wasting no time in getting her undressed, getting myself undressed, and telling the Night Warriors to let absolutely no one into the throne room, no matter what. I think they got the message.

And so there it was, the Queen riding the King on top of our throne, who would have thought we would have ended up like this.