I shot upright in a bed with with a curse in my mouth. "Motherfucker!" I had been straight up fucking kidnapped. Me! I had no clue how the fuck that could happen. I wasn't the stupid bimbo type to fall for simple tricks so this really pissed me off. My magick sparked down my skin, following the amber runes as they moved rapidly. I looked around and hesitated. I was in a rather luxurious and opulent bedroom. Silk curtains hung on the canopy bed and I was fairly positive I was laying on satin sheets.

I blinked, confusion overtaking my anger as I took in my surroundings. I moved to get off the bed when the feeling of the sheets moving against my skin made me pause. I shouldn't have felt the sensation that well. I looked down and my eyes widened in angry disbelief. "Motherfucker!" I had been stripped of my clothes and someone had put a light green lingerie set on me. I stumbled out of the bed and looked down again with outrage.

It didn't matter that the bra cupped my breasts perfectly and the cheeky panties perfectly showed off my ass. What mattered was some asshole stripped me naked and changed my clothes without my consent. I let out an angry huff, glowering as I looked around, my magick's anger reaching the tipping point. I grabbed one of the posts of the bed and my magick surged through me, splintering the wood underneath my hand in its rage. I swung out with my other hand and the large mirror above what looked to be a vanity dresser shattered as my magick slammed into it.

I liked the sound of the destruction as I dropped my hand from the splintered canopy bed and shoved my hand towards the vanity dresser itself. I could feel my magick wrap around it and I shot my hand out to the side, sending the large, and probably very expensive, dresser through the double balcony doors. I narrowed my eyes and held out my arms, letting my magick surge through me with my anger and outrage and all the furniture started vibrating before each piece imploded into bits of fabric and splinters of wood.

Once the air cleared of the sounds of splintering wood, smashing glass, and ripping fabric I let my arms drop, feeling much better. I put my hands on my hips and looked around at the destruction I had caused. It made me very happy to see all the lavish decor and furniture ruined beyond repair. It served which asshole kidnapped me right for locking me up and taking a look at my goodies without my express permission.

"Some of those pieces were centuries old." At the refined and smooth voice I whirled around and a very attractive warlock leaned against the doorjamb, looking over the destruction. I took in his lean but muscular form, strong jaw, straight nose, and dark hair that looked like it begged to have fingers run through it. He finished his look around the room before his crystal blue eyes landed on me with a small sigh. "But if my queen does not like them and wishes to redecorate, who am I to deny her?" I was so busy looking him over with a bit of stark appreciation that I nearly missed what he said.

"Excuse me?" I snapped my gaze back up to his face and blinked rapidly in disbelief. I was fairly positive I did not just hear what I thought I heard.

"I said who am I to deny you." He waved his hand and a glass of red wine floated into the open doorway before he grasped it, taking a sip as he looked me over. I was never one to deny a male a look but I was so caught off-guard by him and his words that I felt a bit over exposed. No matter how attractive he was, he knew exactly what he said and he was playing games.

I crossed my arms over my chest, lifting my chin and narrowing my eyes. My moment of being caught off-guard was gone. "You don't want me to repeat myself." I dared him to ignore me a second time.

"Redecorating." He raised a dark eyebrow at me before taking another sip of wine and pushing off the door jam, the movements fluid and graceful. He gestured to the ruined room with his cup. "As my queen you will live here and if you are unhappy with the accommodations you are well within your right to reduce the room to rubble." He gave an unconcerned shrug and took another drink of wine as he looked at me, his eyes going hooded as he looked me over once more.

"Who the hell are you to take liberties with my titles?" My magick once again crackled to life underneath my anger. "I am a motherfucking queen but who the hell are you to say I am your queen?" Miranda never played that way and BamBam certainly fucking wouldn't. I set my jaw as I narrowed my eyes at him further.

He inclined his head at me. "I apologize, I am getting ahead of myself." He let go of the wine glass and it floated in the air as he gave a courtly bow in my direction. "My name is Mercutio Anadori, level Seven Elder Warlock and King of the Covens. At your service, my lady." He stood up from the bow and I looked him over once more, raising my eyebrow at his attire. Should have guessed the suave bastard was royalty. He practically oozed arrogance and finery.

"Do you give all females you kidnap that lip service or am I special?" I couldn't keep the snark out of my tone and his moth lifted into a rather sexy smirk that I had to internally slap myself for appreciating.

"Oh, Miranda, you are very special." The name made all slightly warming feelings disappear and I immediately stiffened.

"BamBam." The name came out clipped and I glowered at him darkly. A better smooth talking asshole would have known that little tidbit of information before even approaching me.

"I beg your pardon?" It was his turn to look taken aback and I fought down a smirk at the look on his face.

"My name is BamBam." I huffed slightly. I had been BamBam for years and the fact people still called me Miranda was irksome. It was also one way to get into my poor graces.

"Ahhhh, apologies." He made a fist over his heart before giving me another bow. I rolled my eyes at it but made sure to clear my expression as he straightened, grasping his wine glass from where it floated. "You are a very special witch, BamBam." He waved his hand and a path from him to me cleared of debris and I felt my lip curling up into a sneer as he started to walk towards me.

"I know. What's your point?" I stared at him hard. The asshole kidnapped me, changed my fucking clothes, and presumed to tell me I was his queen. I wanted to make a face at that. I had a perfectly good life where I was... well I had to admit it wasn't perfect. I had been lonely, stuck with a shitty ass truck that continually wanted to die on me, and had no gold. Not to mention that I hadn't been allowed to go to my usual places or see my family. Banishment sucked but that didn't mean I wanted some douchey royal claiming me as if I would appreciate the change in luxury.

He reached my side, grasping my chin in his hand gently and I jerked away from his touch, glowering at him darkly. "Fiery witch." He let out a small chuckle. "My point is that sometimes certain witches get overlooked because they might not follow the rules to the letter. You are a strong witch, BamBam, and I doubt you have been fully appreciated." I couldn't argue with that, people rarely appreciated talent. He waved his free hand, clearing the floor of debris before pressing his hand to my lower back.

I nearly jumped at the contact before smoothly moving away. "No touching." I was currently on a werewolf only sex diet and I didn't say he could touch me.

He inclined his head towards me. "Apologies, Bambam. Let us go to the balcony." He gestured with his hand and I stared at him, trying to figure out what his angle was but he seemed simply content and at ease and I slowly moved towards the busted double doors. I smirked at that, I hoped it hurt him to see that destruction. The cool air moved over my skin as I stepped outside and I shivered slightly. "I am sorry. I was so enthralled by your beauty I forgot you might get cold being so exposed." He placed his jacket over my shoulders and I settled into the jacket. I wasn't about to argue with him because I was nearly nude and I didn't like being cold.

He waved his hand once more and the balcony was cleared of debris. It was clear he had a substantial amount of power but I could also see it was more than likely due to the fact he had a signet ring. A magickally crafted item that acted as a tuner for his magick and allowed him to work it without the normal tools. Another showing of his wealth. "So, are you going to continue telling me why I am here or will I have to shove you over the railing?" I was feeling the itch to do just that and he merely chuckled, looking at me as he smiled.

"No need for that, BamBam." He leaned against the railing, setting his wine glass down. "I am in need of a queen and only the most powerful witch will do. We have seven levels of magick but I know that if we had more, you would still be at the top." I didn't particularly believe that he kidnapped me to issue a marriage proposal. I had been in the Covens for a long time before I was banished and he never approached me so I knew he wanted something and I had a feeling it had to do with the two werewolves who were currently in my cabin.

"If you were my queen you would rule over all the Territory." He gave a sweeping gesture to the view before us and I actually turned to look at it. We were high up in a castle tower, the land rolled out from the stone walls that encased the Warlock King's Castle and the view was so spectacular it nearly took my breath away. "You would have legions of servants at your beck and call to do everything in their power to make sure you are happy and satisfied in your life." That did sound pretty fucking awesome but still, he wanted something from me and I didn't like how he was dancing around the issue.

I turned away from the glorious view to look at him as I gave a sweet smile. "You would offer the position of Witch Queen to a banished witch who has been regularly fucked by a werewolf?" I deliberately kept my words crass just to watch how he would react but he merely waved his hand as if waving my words off.

"You are young and a rebel. You had the ability to remove your contraceptive charm but you didn't. As far as I am concerned, you have merely been exploring your sexuality with the limited options available to you." He looked at me, his mouth quirking up as well as his eyebrow as if to say, the ball is in your court.

I narrowed my eyes at his slight challenge. "Think you can exceed his performance?" It would be a damn near impossible performance to match, let alone exceed. "Or am I to have a litany of servants to cater to me while you service your harem?" I gave him another smile but was unable to help how brittle it turned as I looked at him. I knew how warlocks were and I wouldn't be second place to my husband. I would require total fidelity and the only male who ever even hinted at that was Ren, a fucking werewolf. The warlock was so out of his element it wasn't even funny.

He picked up his glass once more, turning to look at me completely, his hip resting against the railing. "You are more witch than a hundred harems. I would have my hands quite full with you as my wife." He winked at me as he took a drink of his wine before sliding closer to me, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. I shivered at the slight contact. "Besides, you have offered me a challenge and I refuse to be outshone by a werewolf. I am king, I need to excel in all aspects of my life." The words were low and heated as he bent down and spoke them by my ear.

I sniffed and turned away from him to look at the view again. "I've had warlock. Not too keen." I had quite a few and I knew how they played out. I knew their entire playbook and there was no shifting in tactics with them.

He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me close. "You haven't had me." At the low and rasping words I gave another sniff and he replied with a low chuckle that brushed over my ear. "Do you think that werewolf will stay with you? He will pack up and leave when he grows bored of you and he will. You aren't compatible with him and his instinct will drive him to find a female he can have offspring with. That means leaving you." His grip grew a bit tighter and I frowned. I understood what he was saying and I knew it was true. It had been that nagging little thought in the back of my head that warned me to not get attached.

"If you give him and the carrier up, you can live by my side as my queen and I would pamper you endlessly and lavish you with all the affection, attention, and passion you could desire." His voice was low and compelling and I stared at the rolling green hills that were slowly being hidden by an embankment of fog. It brought a rather eerie feeling over me. "You could give me a line of sons. Our species needs this cure. Imagine having a bouncing little boy in your arms before the year is out, an heir to this throne." I could imagine a little boy, one that smiled and giggled as I chased him through the meadows. "You give me a chance at that with you and I will give you anything you desire." His lips brushed the shell of my ear and I gave a small start at his words. Anything I desired was a hefty price he was willing to pay for my cooperation.

I turned to look at him, a slow smile crossing my face. "Anything?"

His blue eyes were heated with desire and intensity as he leaned closer. "Anything." I found my smile deepening as my runes pulsed pink.

Perfect.