Quinn's deep sleep was interrupted by knocks on the door. She opened her eyes, realizing that Zayd
wasn't in his room...it was only her.
A groan left her lips as she sat up. âWho's there?â
âIt's Marcia. Can I come in for a minute?â
Quinn's eyes widened immediately as she looked around at the remnants of last night scattered
evidently on the floor; the clothes and the shoes...everything was messy. âI'm coming...give me a
second!â
She jumped off the bed, wincing at the soreness in her core as she picked up the clothes, stuffing
them beneath the sheet and buttoning on Zayd's white shirt over her nakedness.
It covered a little over a quart of her thighs, but it was all she could find at the moment. This felt...it
felt...
âYou don't need a wolf to guide us. We don't need protection, after all, in a game of chest...the
queen is the most valuable player; the most powerful. That's why she doesn't protect...she is
protected. The queen's only mission is to pave the way for her king to win. That's exactly why we
need you...to guide him. My son...that foolish boy..."
She chuckled, taking a seat on the bed that Quinn was dying to tell her not to sit on. âThat boy had
always been troubled. We grew him well, we showed him love, but he always desired more love. He
wandered high and low for it, torturing himself until ice caged his heart. He became reckless, doing
things I, for one, begged him not to. He claimed he had nothing to lose, and probably that's why he
always won...but his victories were always a mix of sorrow and joy. He destroyed so many people
because he wasn't happy; growing our pack on the soil water by their blood. Even when we were at
the top, he was still anxious...anxious and sorrowful. I knew a mate was what he lacked, it was a
desire he kept to himself...and now I know I wasn't wrong. This morning was the happiest I've ever
seen him. His smile looked more genuine, he looked as if he'd seen a different light. He can
change...only you can change him, Quinn.â
âI...I don't think I have that much power over him.â
âThink again my child because you do. He's gone down to the canteen, that giddy fool said you
haven't been eating well, so he's getting you breakfast. He also asked me to stay away from you
until you're ready to open up to other people. He basically threatened his own mother.â
âI'm...I'm sorry about that.â
Marcia fanned her off. âNo need...he's always been like that, ever since he was a kid...speaking of
which, I bet you'd love to see the smaller version of Zayd...I'll be back, lemme get the album.â
She rushed through the door, and Quinn breathed out a breath of relief as she looked towards
Zayd's closet. More clothes...she needed more clothes...more than that, she needed a shower...
But Marcia said she'd back and...
Quinn groaned, walking over to the closet and picking out one of Zayd's oversized shorts. She drew
it on, shivering uncomfortably at the way his come soaked her inner thighs.
It barely hugged her waist...it rather rested loosely against her hips...but for now, it would definitely
have to do.â