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
EVELYNShock shuddered through me and I stifled a heavy gulp as a lump formed in my throat.Had he read my mind?How did Cole know I harbored such a foolish dream, that all I’d fantasized about since the Luna Selection was announced was my freedom?It didn’t matter. What he said was the last nail in my coffin.There would be no end to her suffering, even when he chose his Luna. There was no way out. I’d rot and die in this damned palace. A chill ran through me at the very thought and I wanted to cry, to scream, to challenge him.If he wanted to kill me, what was he waiting for?But despite my anger and devastation toward him and my situation, I felt rooted to the floor. She couldn’t move or speak, even when I was filled with such intense emotions.Maybe Cole was right. I was indeed a coward. I had been always hidden under the wings of my family like a helpless chick, always waiting for someone or something to rescue me from my ill fate. But there was no rescue coming for me.I was tra
EVELYNLeila remained silent but her expression was even more amazed, sad even. I took a breath and then continued, a strange sadness appearing in me too.“I thought he was joking,” I admitted. “My father tended to joke about me and the princes but this time… it was real. He had engaged me to Jack behind my back and then confined me to our home. He made sure I couldn’t escape the house until the engagement party. I was desperate to get away and couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Father had never been like this before. He had always spoiled me and fulfilled my wishes, but this time, he became unyielding. Not even her mother could persuade him. He insisted that this was for the House of Caddel and for the royal family. Even the fact that we were fated mates didn’t change his mind.”My lower lip trembled, and I glanced down at the comforter. “I had no choice. I had to give up my affection for Cole, even though I didn’t want to. It was agony but I had no choice but to do what my f
COLE“You’ve been interfering too much with matters concerning Evelyn lately,” I growled at Flynn once we were alone. He’d returned from escorting her to her room and now that it was just my Beta and I, I had some choice words for him.“Begging your pardon, Your Majesty,” he replied without missing a beat, his face utterly unreadable. “I did not mean to interfere-”“It seems like you care for her very much,” I interrupted him before he could finish. My temper rose with every second of his presence and soon, I began to feel out of control. “Is it out of guilt for having killed her brother?”I watched Flynn’s face twitch slightly in misery, but it was only a fleeting expression. He rarely allowed his face to betray his inner thoughts but it was clear that I’d struck a nerve. Part of me wanted to take the words back but I couldn’t stop myself, not when he’d interrupted my confrontation with Evelyn.Still, mentioning Conner was a low blow. The pair had been friends… we all had been friend
COLEThirty minutes after the maid relayed my stepmother’s message, I strode into the room, dressed fashionably in dinner attire, and was greeted with laughter.Anastasia and Skyla were seated closely at the table, giggling about something among themselves. It annoyed me to see them so cheerful on such a horrid day but I chose not to reprimand them for their inappropriate laughter.I had to play along.“What’s so funny?” I asked casually as I walked to the empty seat at the head of the table and sat down.We were in a small dining room not far from Anastasia’s chamber. On days when there was no banquet or dinner party, my stepmother preferred dining here.It wasn’t that she disliked the grand dining room, which was more befitting of her status… but rather, that she detested it completely.There were rumors spreading around the palace. King Theodore, my father, had flirted with Anastasia’s maid during their meals and summoned a few maids to the dining room for his amusement after drink
AIDENThe weather in Windsburn was notoriously unpredictable. A week had passed since I arrived on the desolate prisoner’s island, and even after seven long days, I still couldn’t discern any pattern in its ever-changing climate.As I made my way to the mine pits, I paused and looked up at the sky. Just an hour ago, it had been pouring rain, but now the sun blazed fiercely.The sudden heat against my skin made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open; it was scorching. While my long-sleeved shirt was a bit heavy in this weather, it kept my skin protected from the rays. The last thing I needed on this mission was a debilitating sunburn.Thus far, the investigation the King had tasked me with completing had gone nowhere. I had found no evidence of the Fox family’s crimes and with every passing day, I grew more frustrated.It seemed that the cunning family had gone to great lengths to conceal their wrongdoings, but I couldn’t yet give up.I was staying in the administrative castle, wh
Marcel nodded dutifully, though part of him wanted to widen his eyes and shake his head.Two days. Two days until the King of Tiryn arrived. Everything was progressing so quickly, and it seemed that he was struggling to keep up. Between managing his household, his men, and his troublesome daughter… he was overwhelmed. His mind was on the verge of breaking, but he dared not to show it, not to Jack Elrod. No, he had to keep a level head if he was to succeed.“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “I’ve ordered the guards to search the entire city. I believe the girl won’t have anywhere to hide. They’ll surely catch her before dawn. Beside…” Marcel lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear. “The troops are all ready, Your Highness.”Jack nodded, his dark eyes studying Marcel with an intensity that made him uneasy. After a long pause, Jack tilted his head, narrowing his eyes slightly. “You’re holding something back, Lord Fox. What is it?”Marcel hesitated, but only for a moment. There
SKYLA“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Marcel Fox growled at his daughter, his eyes flashing with anger as he slammed a cup against the wall. The fine porcelain shattered into pieces, and the sound filled the room.Skyla lowered her head and pouted. She didn’t understand why her father was so angry, but she chose not to argue. Nothing good would come of retort to her father’s scolding. Historically, when this had happened in the past, Skyla always emerged from the situation without her dignity intact.“Look at yourself, Skyla,” he snarled, his hands gesturing at her as his lip curled back in disgust. “You’re dressed like a whore. What kind of King would like a whore?”Skyla winced at the comment, her cheeks heating in embarrassment at the insult. Still, she remained silent.“How many times have I told you to behave properly?” Marcel continued, his nostrils flaring. “Have you ever given a fuck about what I’ve said at all? I told you not to act on your own. Not only is it dangerous,
SKYLACole frowned, a crease forming between his lips as he stared at Skyla in confusion.“Evelyn?” he repeated, his dark gold brows furrowing further. “What does this have to do with her? She… she was sent to Windsburn Island long ago. Why bring her up now?”Skyla’s eyes widened.What was Cole talking about? Evelyn being sent to Windsburn?She was confused because Cole didn’t seem to be joking or trying to change the subject. It seemed as if his memory had been fragmented -just like when Cole woke up and believed she had been diligently taking care of him during his illness, while she had done nothing of the sort.Was that why her father had warned her never to bring up the past in front of Cole?Panic flooded Skyla. She realized she had just made a critical mistake. She wished she could take back the words she’d let slip.Skyla pressed her lips tightly together as she watched Cole’s reaction.Cole brought his hand up, rubbing at his temples as if trying to ward off an oncoming heada
SKYLASkyla Fox and Melanie quietly walked through the corridors before they arrived at the King’s room.Stationed outside of the room was Max, the diligent guard, standing proudly in his post, ready to prevent any unauthorized entry. None had bothered yet this evening, so when he noticed Skyla and her maid, he frowned. A strong instinct in his gut urged him to keep them away – he was certain they were up to no good.As they approached, he raised a hand and stopped them. The ladies appeared irritated by the interruption.“The King is very tired,” Max said firmly, his tone carrying an authoritative edge. “What are you here for, Lady Skyla?”Melanie spoke up, shooting him an annoyed expression. Her blue eyes flashed as she scolded him, her jaw clenched. “What an idiot you are! It’s their engagement night! What could the lady possibly want? Don’t be a fool. Just open the door and let her in!”Max’s cheeks flushed as he realized the meaning behind her words. He glanced at Skyla, who wore
MELANIEThe House of Fox had never been as glamorous and cheerful as it had been tonight.The party celebrating the engagement between the Alpha King and Lady Skyla lasted late into the night, and as the moon rose high in the sky, the guests reluctantly began to leave, satisfied with the countless glasses they had drunk and the many dances they had shared.In the privacy of her bedchamber, Skyla rubbed fragrant lotion into her shin, massaging the sore muscle while her maid Melanie removed her corset.“It was so tiring to dance with so many gentlemen tonight,” she complained with a small sigh. “It felt as though the line of them would never end.”Melanie, ever the dutiful maid, fawned over her as always.“You were stunning this evening, Lady Skyla,” she complimented. “All the men were so captivated by your beauty and grace.”Skyla raised her chin, a chuckled escaping her lips. “They were, weren’t they? Not that it matters, of course. It’s a pity I didn’t get to dance more with Cole. I
OAKLEYSilence hung in the air as Oakley and Elsa stared back at Frank Crawford.Kill them both. Had they heard him correctly? He’d been so casual, so unbothered when he’d uttered the sentence that it was almost laughable.Oakley spoke first, his eyes regarding the older man with caution. “What?”Frank glared at Oakley. “You heard me. Kill them both. It seems you need to work on your hearing, lad, and your composure. I can see that look on your face, and I’m not too pleased by it.”“Do we need to consult with Master before we execute the prisoners?” Oakley asked.Frank lifted a brow. The older man found it downright unpleasant that Oakley, of all people, seemed to object to his decision. Normally, this young man was more than obedient – sometimes even easier to manipulate than Elsa. Yet today, he dared to question him. Frank found this defiance deeply irksome. He fought the urge to grimace; he refused to give Oakley the satisfaction. To Frank, this low-born man was far too insignific
ADDISONOakley walked over, an eyebrow raised as he squatted down to examine Addison. His eyes trailed over her with an air of detached assessment before his lips curled into an amused smirk.“This poor lady is going to die if you don’t remove your claws,” he remarked, glancing at Elsa.Elsa shot him a glare. “This isn’t any of your business, Oakley. Back up and stay the fuck away.”“I can’t,” Oakley said with mock regret. “The lady’s an important hostage to Mr. Crawford. If she dies, we’d both be in trouble.”Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s not important at all. Frank just keeps her for fun. You know it better than I do.”She turned back to Addison, but before she could make another move, Oakley grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron-strong, startlingly so for someone with a limping gait and a body marred by scars.Addison’s eyes widened as she felt the power in his hand—a strength that seemed unnatural for a man with his appearance.Elsa, too, was acutely aware of his hold. S
ADDISONThe blade of the sharp dagger gleamed under the moonlight streaming through the half window above Addison. Elsa’s teeth were gritted, and gone was the doe-eyed, innocent-looking girl who had once worked as a maid in the palace.In her place stood the face of a fierce fighter and killer.“You should die,” Elsa spat out with hatred, her brown eyes flashing with the utterance. “Every Madden deserves to die for what they’ve done.”Addison didn’t move – not out of fear but out of survival. She looked at Elsa while her hand cautiously searched behind her, trying to find anything that might be useful.Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found. The silver-lined cell was bare. All that lay behind her was sand.There was nothing in the silver-lined cell that would help her escape, not a single little thing. All that was behind her was sand. She supposed she could use her claws, but she needed to bide her time—any wrong move, and Elsa could slit her throat in an instant.It could all
EVELYNGetting in the way? What way?I felt confused. But the woman didn’t give me time to protest or ask any further questions. She immediately turned to the man in the room and gave him an order.“Keep an eye on her,” she instructed, her voice firm, almost as if it were a command.Out in the street, I’d assumed they were together. They appeared to be around the same age and had spoken about their son. But the way she spoke to him, the way she issued her orders, made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than I had first thought.Of course, I didn’t care too deeply about the dynamics between them.What mattered was that I had been tied to a bed by a pair of strangers, and it seemed they had no intention of letting me go anytime soon.I hadn’t expected the woman to call my bluff and refuse to elaborate, but I couldn’t be trapped in yet another situation.Cole… Jack… and now this?I was tired of being caged.As I covertly struggled against my restraint, I noticed the man gl