" Do i scare you, Micaela." "Your majesty." I whimper, avoiding his gaze. I couldn't muster the courage to meet him in the eyes, not when his intimidating demeanour blocked every sense of reasoning. " mea bella mate ," the way he uttered those strange words, so soft, so delicate, like a sweet caress. Yet I couldn't bring myself to be swayed by his tactics. He wasn't just the king but a man betrothed to another, and I was merely a maid assigned to serve him. "What would Anastasia think if she walks in on our compromising position?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. " I couldn’t give two sh*t what she thinks or feels." His tone was so calm yet frightening. " She means absolutely nothing to me." ♧♧♧ Micaela Whitlock was born and raised inside the Palace, having little experience with life beyond its gates. Despite the benefit of working at the palace, her life was anything but enjoyable. It has been 100 years since the beast overran the human world, eradicating the vast majority of people and enslaving the remainder. Unfortunately, her parents had been among the people who had been taken prisoner. She followed instructions to the letter, doing everything in her power to blend in and go unnoticed until an awful event occurred and irrevocably altered her life.
View MoreHis lips pressed against mine. I didn't anticipate receiving a kiss with such an open ferocity. I felt his bulge press against me through the thick fabric of his pants as we kissed, letting me know exactly what he thought of the situation. He pulled me against him, his wet flesh brushing against mine. Orpheus's lips were firm against mine and had a fruity, sweet flavour. I was powerless to resist as his tongue flicked against the seam of my mouth, pleading with me to open for him. When his tongue inserted into my mouth, the kiss changed from an exploration to a luxurious conquest, and I let out a low moan. It brushed across my skin with assurance, assertiveness, and boldness. His every slur informed me what he would be like in a relationship and in bed. He would take charge of my physical being and induce a buzz of yearning. He would succeed if I gave him even a little encouragement. He didn't like to accept "no" as an answer. And at this time, I really didn't want to say no.
The king had urged me to get ready and dress warmly, and I had done so, but I still didn't know where he was taking me, and he wouldn't speak to me about it. Some of the guests are still in the palace two days after the ball, while others have already left for their homes and countries. Anastasia just happened to be a part of the group that decided to extend their stay, and though we haven't crossed paths since the ball, knowing she was still around didn't make me feel comfortable. Pressing the button of the elevator, I got to the first floor and outside the palace, where the king was waiting, standing beside a car. He smiled when he saw me, pulling the car door open so that I could get in before getting in on the driver's side and driving out of the palace. "Where are we going?" I ask, curious as to where he is taking me. "It's a secret." "Can't you just tell me? I promise to act surprised," I whined, causing him to laugh. "How can you possibly act surprised when you alre
The room was crowded with elegant people in various sets of pricey gowns and tuxedos, and the celebration was in full swing. The outer portion of the floor was lined with high tables where people could stand and talk. A lengthy table with a variety of foods, from sushi to cheese and crackers, sat at the far end. A luxurious red carpet with a backdrop for photos was located on the opposite side. While classical music played subtly in the background, exquisite chandeliers were hung low, enhancing the room’s attractiveness. I remained behind the king, my legs aching from standing for so long. My eyes wandered around the room, watching the people dance, while some stood in groups talking amongst each other. My focus shifted from the dance floor to the opposite side of the room, where Anastasia was standing with a glass of champagne in her hands and her hand on the shoulder of a tall, sullen man, as a loud laugh echoed through the room. Though i could see his lips moving and Anastas
It's been two weeks since I woke up, and I still stay in Orpheus' room. It wasn't because I was still scared to go outside; I still have nightmares about that day, but I'm gradually overcoming them. I locked myself up in the king's room for a week before having the courage to go out to the hall and my room without shaking in fear, and besides, I was slowly warming up to Kyros. He hasn't really said much to me, and he hasn't tried to hurt me either. Just like Orpheus promised, he always stayed out the door, only coming in to check on me once in a while. Speaking of the king, he has been really busy these past few days. Things in the palace have also been hectic, with the maids running around trying to finish up their tasks, especially today. There was a royal ball being held this evening, and every high-ranking official would be attending. I had asked Orpheus if it was okay for me to go down and work since I wasn't really doing anything, but he bluntly refused. He won't let me do an
I felt relaxed with Micaela cuddled up against my skin, and my hands brushed on the soft strands of her hair. This was something I would never get tired of doing. The fact that she was better and wasn't mad at me for leaving, still trusting me to touch her, was like a dream to me because I thought after everything she would want to put a distance between us. Then, I would have to work hard to gain her trust again, but that was not the case. I stared off at the wall at the far end of the room where the window was, looking out at the dark cloud with the stars shining brighter than ever. I needed to tell her everything and how she was important to my king and me. I still wasn't sure how I planned on doing it; I couldn't count the number of times I practised the words to say and the way to say it in my head. It felt so easy to just spit it out in my mind, but I know that wouldn't be so when I do decide to tell her. My hand wrapped around her angelic body. I should be working since I h
I feel myself slowly slip into consciousness, welcomed by the sound of murmurs. Gradually, I began to regain my senses within a passing second, or was it minutes? I wasn't sure. The faint voice disoriented me further into confusion, having no clue where I was, whether I was alive or dead. My head was hazy, my brain probably trying to make sense of whatever was going on around me. Where was I? The last thing I remember was getting attacked by the guard and almost getting raped. Panic filled me up, and my fingers twitched involuntarily. It felt like my breath supply was being cut off, just like I felt before I blacked out. I shifted my body, digging my head into what seemed to be a pillow, and the scent of wood and lavender filled me up. My eyes finally find the strength to crack open, allowing them to adjust to the blinding light. I take in the features of the room and notice the familiar shelves, couch, and design. My hand clenched to the blanket I was placed on. This was no dou
Third-person perspective Orpheus sat on a seat beside the bed, watching as Micaela slept; he was not blind to the pain she felt, and the sight of it hurt him even more. As much as he wanted to rip the head off the guard who had done this to her, his main priority right now was her. He hadn’t left her side since Loukas left the room to get the things he needed to perform the bonding process. Micaela, on the other hand, had fallen back asleep minutes after Loukas left, and that had been hours ago. Orpheus was getting restless; he wanted to get it done as fast as he could. He couldn’t bear to see her wince in pain; it was a scar to his heart. The knocking on the door got him to his feet, and Loukas walked in with a small box in his hand. He placed it on the table, taking his seat as he brought the items out of the box and laid them out on the table. "The instructions are in the paper." He said, handing it over to Orpheus, who took it, going through them. "Do I really have to do
My head felt like it was splitting into two; my face ached. Pain shoots through my hands and legs anytime I try to move them; my consciousness was slowly slipping in, but my eyes remain closed. The ringing in my ears at first made it difficult to make out any sound in the room, but slowly, I could make out the pacing sound made by the floor. “It's not your fault; I should have kept a closer eye on her like I promised I would.” A familiar voice said, angry. “If you want to blame anyone, blame me.” “If I wasn’t such a coward and I didn’t leave, this wouldn’t have happened.” “You blaming yourself isn’t going to change anything, Orpheus. What you can do now is to let her recover. I will handle the guard.” A loud growl reverberated through the room with something hitting the floor. “He is mine.” “Orpheus.....” “No one touches him.” He growls. “I don’t plan on letting him have an easy punishment; he is going to pay for this.” I gulped, wincing when the pain in my throat intensified
MICAELA POV “Hey, how is it going?” Godiva asked, watching me from the corner of her eyes as I picked up my tray of food. “Great.” I snapped, pissed at the fact that she and Josiane keep walking on eggshells with me around, pissed to have woken up on the bed alone with no sight of the king, just for me to find out that he had left, with no words, nothing. Just gone, like that night didn’t happen. Sighing deeply, I walked down the line to the maid lounge. I shouldn’t have snapped at Godiva; it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t fair for me to take my anger out on her and Josiane; they are just worried about me. “I’m sorry, Godiva.” I said, holding onto my tray tightly. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that; it was not right of me. I have been a bit cranky all week.” “I can clearly see that.” She replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I know you said it’s nothing, but it doesn’t take much of a genius to guess the reason for your mood.” My step stops w
Who would have thought the human race would be put through such an ordeal. To be taken captive by creatures, they had no clue existed among them as they managed to stay off the raider for billions of years.It has been close to hundreds of years since the beast took over, ruling after the humans.There were strict laws given to be followed and not to be broken or a punishment much worse than death awaits whatever poor soul.They called themselves the shape-shifter, having the ability to shift from man to beast.More specifically, wolves.This ability also gave them immense powers like speed, strength, heightened senses, and the gift to heal ten times faster than the humans. They were taller, and the men were more muscular than the average human man.With all these powers combined, the human race had no chance against them. The beast didn’t bother holding back. They were deadly and brutal.After taking over the world, every human captured was either killed or given the lowest rank if f...
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