EVELYNMy heart raced in my chest and against my intuition, I had to know who the voice belonged to. It wasn’t one I recognized but I needed to know if there was an imminent threat to the noble lady I was meant to serve.So, I bravely stepped forward, but to my disdain, Leila followed suit.“Stay back,” I urged but she shook her head. I knew there was no sense in disputing it further, so together, we continued until we spotted a young man in a guard’s uniform. He was tall, with long, inky black hair that hung past his shoulders. He appeared to not be much older than I and to my surprise, he wasn’t alone. Beside him was a petite blonde, and when she turned around, I was shocked to see it was Elsa.As we glanced between them, the guard straightened his posture and studied our faces cautiously.“Who are you?” he demanded, but just as his temper appeared to swell, Elsa tugged on his sleeve. Her doe-like eyes widened innocently and even though his nostrils remained flared, he relaxed his s
EVELYNBefore I could grow too considered by Leila’s warning about Elsa, the sky darkened further and it appeared as if a heavy rainstorm was approaching.“We’d better return inside at once,” I advised, worried about Leila getting caught in bad weather. It was my duty to keep her happy and satisfied and though we’d grown closer, I had to remember my place as a maid.So, I led her back into the palace, and per the instructions given by Mrs. Porter, we went straight back to Leila’s chamber. Just as the door to the room closed behind us, the sound of thunder rang out, and Leila rushed over to the window. She stared out in wonder and for a moment, she appeared like a young girl rather than a highborn lady.“We’re lucky we came inside when we did,” she remarked, turning to face me with a grin. Just as I smiled back, Leila crossed over to her bed and fetched a leatherbound history book from her bedside, a book she told me she’d been reading whenever she was in this room.“I’m well past the
EVELYNLeila clearly had no idea what I was speaking of and I wished I could share in her naivety. Though she was one of the most well-read people I knew, she seemed unaware of the weight her words would carry if the wrong person in this palace were to hear her declaration of travel.See, the werewolves of Hescor could never visit another continent, at least not officially.Any wolf who left Ozora to try to reach Eanica would be considered a deserter, a traitor to this continent and to this kingdom.A deserter wouldn’t survive the treacherous winds and tides of the moonlit sea unless they had a ship large enough to withstand the stormy weather. The sea was cold and unforgiving, and I had heard plenty of ghost stories about wolves who lost their lives trying to travel to Eanica.I set my feather duster down on a nearby table and approached Leila’s bed swiftly. She stared at me in alarm and tugged at one of her dark braids anxiously.“You cannot speak those words aloud,” I repeated, but
EVELYNI crashed to the ground with an awful thud and cried out as I collided with the cold marble floor. My ankle cried out in agony and I quickly shifted my position to avoid harming it further. My heart pounded like a dream and heat spread through me as I anticipated being found by Lady Anna.But to my surprise, no gasps, screams, or admonishments were heard.The room was empty, save for me and my injured ankle.I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat away from my forehead. I was certain I was about to be caught but now that the threat of Mrs. Porter’s inevitable wrath was avoided, I gingerly touched my ankle.It was slightly swollen but as I examined it, I knew it was only a sprain at most. It was a massive relief and I breathed a sigh. A broken ankle would have raised too many suspicions and would have sent me right back to the maid’s quarters. A swollen ankle I could handle. Broken bones were hell to a maid in the palace.I glanced around the chamber. The vast room was s
EVELYNI half-expected the voices to belong to two male guards or perhaps some other man with fighting experience, but just as I got my hopes up, I realized that the speakers were clearly feminine. Part of me wanted to weep from disappointment but I kept my ears open as the woman panted across from me.Unfortunately, I recognized both of their voices at once.“It was very nice talking to you,” Jasmine Madden gushed kindly. “I appreciated getting to know you further, Lady Anna.”“Me too, Lady Jasmine,” Anna replied weakly. “It was kind of you to seek me out.”My jaw tensed and my aching body prepared to go another round with the attacker. If she could take me down, she could surely strike a fragile girl like Anna down with one swift motion. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance against this assassin, and even though I didn’t know or particularly care about her, I would protect her at all costs.Before I could make my move though, the woman who had been preparing to attack suddenly turned
EVELYNEven though every part of me hated the idea, I obediently followed Flynn down the corridor. The Beta strode quickly, and I had to lengthen my gait just to keep up with him. The effort brought me a good deal of pain, but I didn’t dare complain. The circumstances were too dire for my injuries to matter, so I shoved my feelings aside and forced a calm expression.As we descended a flight of stairs, we encountered a patrolling guard. He stared at me in shock, his eyes fixing on my bloodied uniform, but focused when Flynn demanded his attention.The Beta issued some brief orders, and the guard saluted him obediently before hustling away.To protect the privacy of the ladies, there were no guards on the third floor wherethey were accommodated. Now, after this attack, it seemed like a significant risk and oversight.As we reached the ground floor, Flynn stopped abruptly. I nearly lost my footing and bumped into him but I steadied myself before I could crash.The Beta’s expression was
EVELYNI stiffened in surprise. I knew that voice.“Lord Marcel, I believe in your fealty,” I heard Cole sigh from within. “But I do hope you read through this ledger so you can clarify the difference between the two sets of accounts to me. Please do take your time. I’m quite curious to hear your explanation.”Intrigue flooded through me but before the conversation could continue any further, Flynn knocked on the door in some sort of code.Cole called out to him from within. “Come in.”I took a deep breath and we entered the room as Marcel Fox exited. The dowager queen’s slimy brother was carrying two sets of books under his arm. His thin face was red from the argument, and he didn’t even glance at me as I walked past him.He quickly strode out before Flynn closed the door, and I saw Cole lean back in his chair. He exhaled sharply and then closed his eyes as he rubbed his temples.“I hope you bring good news, Flynn,” he said, not yet noticing me beside the Beta.“I’m afraid not, Your
EVELYNIt was said among our kind that werewolves could only be marked once. It was a sign of possession and ownership- one claiming the other and showing the rest of the world that the object of their mark was theirs and theirs alone.Of course, marking isn’t always one-sided. Mates marked each other to complete and solidify their bond. That’s what my parents had done when they found each other. But for the Alpha King… things were different.No one was allowed to mark the King, not even his Queen. The King was not meant to be possessed by anyone.However, he could mark as many she-wolves as he wanted.Cole’s words struck me like lightning and for a moment, I was completely paralyzed. The intensity of his obsidian eyes showed that he meant every word he said, and as he stared through me, I had an impulse to submit, stronger than I’d ever felt before.It was more than just desire. It was an animalistic need for him to mark me, to make me his, so that I could be relieved of any other th