Silver:The new building I was put in was beautiful, but not as beautiful or as big as the palace had been. It had just as many rooms, although smaller and less fancy than those of the palace. We were grateful to even have a substitute space in the first place, so I had nothing to complain about. I didn’t care about the new place just as much as I didn’t care about the old palace which was now a desolate heap of trash. I had been so close to home and coming back here, although my life was now saved did not feel good. I stood by the window and watched the people from up there. They all seemed to be discussing happily, sharing the news that their King had returned to them yet again. I wished I could have been one of them. Home and happy to see my King. Unlike them, I was trapped in a land that wasn’t mine, in a place where I couldn’t fully relax no matter how much I wanted to. I felt forlorn and sad, but not ungrateful. If not for my mate, I would have been slit open and left in an
Silver: While I was still speaking with Gwyddion, a guard I did not recognize burst into the room and approached us. “My lady,” he said, breathing fast. I took a step back, slightly afraid and expecting the worst news. “His Majesty has gone berserk. He’s tearing his men apart. The only person who can calm him down is you!” I stood with my mouth wide open, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Where is his Majesty?” Gwyddion asked the man. He looked worried. “He’s at the council house. He went there with Terah in anger and started destroying his own men for betraying him. He has killed several council men so far. Once he gets like this, no one can stop him. She needs to follow me.” I was breathing fast, having fully digested what was going on. Damon had every right to be angry with his people and he was exercising that right on the people who deserved it. “What will her being there solve?” Gwyddion asked the guard. “All the men asked me to get her. She’s very important
Silver: “How do you feel?” Damon asked me, holding my hand. I nodded to let him know I was fine, but he saw right through me. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. It was a month later and I was at my coronation, about to be crowned Luna. A new palace which was even larger than the last one had been built with a beautiful courtroom that could house more than a thousand guests. It felt surreal but beautiful as I waited for Gwyddion to announce my presence and for the curtains to open before I would walk down and show myself to the people. The curtains opened slowly and I walked down with the help of Damon, holding me and leading the way. The court house was silent as everyone watched us come down to take our seats on the throne and for me to accept the crown. When the crown was placed on my head, everyone clapped. However, I knew many of them were still skeptical about me being their queen. They didn’t know where I truly came from an
Alpha Damon:When Silver returned from making herself acquainted with all the guests, she tried to hide the fear in her eyes with the mask of a smile but I could see it. I tried to access her feelings through our bond, but couldn’t feel anything. Unfortunately for me, she had learned to shut me out whenever she wanted and that didn’t bode well for me. I wished I could have followed her around and been the one to introduce her, but this stupid law insisted she do it on her own, something about showing her capabilities as a queen Luna or something. “How did it go?” I asked her, wishing she would take the cue and tell me what was bothering her but I doubted she would. “It went well,” she said, smiling even harder. “Most of them were nice.” Okay. We were getting somewhere. “And the rest?” I asked and saw her smile waver a bit. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. People will not always do or say things you like.” My hands balled into fists under the table as I imagined what any of them coul
Silver: “Don’t say that,” I purred, turning his head so that his lips would meet mine instead, but he stopped me right on time. Unlike me, he didn’t have so much to drink during the party and still had his wits and strength about him. Wait. Was that why he was reluctant to touch me? Maybe he thought I was drunk and unaware of what I was doing. While that was sweet of him, it was the last thing I needed at the moment. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his hands on my body. “We’ll have all the time in the world after today to tear each other apart,” he whispered, lightly lifting my hands from his chest. “Ugh,” I groaned, pushing him away and flopping against the bed. As much as I wanted him, I had spent enough time with him to know that he had the self-control of a monk. If he didn’t want to do anything, no one, not even I could make him do it. It was practically our wedding night, yet he was avoiding me just like he had been doing throughout the past month we had spent i
Silver:I felt a throb in my core throughout the time Damon washed my body in the bath. It felt so good being in such an intimate position with him. It made me imagine what more was there to experience. “You have the softest skin,” he whispered and I moved in closer to him in response. When he was done lathering us both up, he rinsed my body gently and to my confusion, stood up and wrapped a towel around my body. I giggled as he carried me into the room and laid me on the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked when I felt him pull a silk dress over my head. “Dressing you up,” he said, shrugging even though his eyes were covered with lust. “Why?” I asked, trying but failing to push his hands away. “I told you we have the rest of our lives to be intimate,” he said. “You’re tired. You need to rest.” I flared up. “It’s my body. I’ll say when I’m tired and when I’m not.” He didn’t say anything as he climbed into bed with me, wearing a full set of night clothes. “Ugh,” I said and frown
Silver:There was a long awkward silence as everyone avoided our gaze. I didn’t feel comfortable because I couldn’t tell exactly what Damon was thinking. Was he on their side or mine? “I expect answers to my questions when I ask them,” he said in a harsher voice that made a few of the maids flinch. “The cook was just telling us what she heard, my Lord. I don’t know where she heard it from,” the maid who ran into us said, obviously trying to shift the blame from herself. “Go ahead,” he said to the cook, turning his attention to her. “Tell me what you were saying just before I walked in.” “I didn’t…” she stammered, looking everywhere but at me. “Let me juggle your memory. You were saying my mate was a harem girl who deserves to be put to death for not being a virgin,” he snapped and I recoiled on the inside. Why did he have to be so raw? Seeing she had no way to come out of this, the cook fell to my feet and began to beg. “Please my King, my Luna,” she cried. “Please beg the King
Silver: Fortunately, he didn’t tear the dress off me. He found a zipper by the side which he slowly pulled down and within a few seconds I was sitting on the bed in my underwear alone. I swallowed when he undid the hook of my bra and my bra and my breasts fell heavily. I saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes when he took it in, and unable to hold himself back, he reached out and grabbed one in his hand. He found my nipple and tugged at it, bringing an unexpected moan from me. That felt so good. He sat down next to me and swallowed my mouth with his, interchanging between breasts as our tongues danced together. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed each sound, massaging my breasts in a way only him knew how. Damon left a trail of kisses down my neck as he went down, letting my back hit the pillow on the really big bed. Maintaining eye contact, he sucked a nipple while he rubbed the other, making me arch my back at the pleasure. I had never felt anything quite like this before.