Orpheus pov. For hours, I couldn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. This was not the first time I had trouble falling asleep, but this time, it was because of her rather than my nightmares. I was aware that she was two or three rooms away from me. Right from the beginning, I knew exactly why I was restless. Even though I knew there was a draw between us, it became evident now. My response to her suffering harm and Silver's protective behaviour towards her validated everything. She was my mate. It’s been years since I gave up finding a mate; I was sure the moon goddess was punishing me by not blessing me with a family of my own, and now I wasn’t sure what to think. This was going to cause an uproar, both for the wolves and humans. The last time a wolf had been mated to a human was centuries ago, before the war between my kind and the humans. I sighed, getting out of bed and absentmindedly walking out of the room to where she was. I tried for the past few weeks to vanqui
Micaela pov. Digging my head deep into the soft, comfortable pillow, I almost moan at how great it felt under my skin. This was the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life, but I know it had to end because I needed to wake up to reality and realize that I was still a slave, with work I had to attend. I yawned, stretching my hands and body the pain of yesterday gone completely. With the feeling of being re-energetic, I got down from the bed, immediately tiding up the bed and the room. I was about to make my way out to get my cleaning supplies when a note on the table caught my eye. Going over to where the table was, I picked it up. A small gold card with well-written, black-inked handwriting was placed on it. Thankfully, I was taught how to read, so I was able to know who the note was from and what it said. “You are free for the day; rest up.” A giddy feeling took over me; I wasn’t sure what to think about the mercy and kindness the king had shown me. This was the firs
When we arrived, I was able to spot the king first, but I looked away, focusing my attention on the other guest and praying he wouldn’t notice me. There were two men and a heavily pregnant woman in the room. The three of them seem to be having a conversation with the king. There was something different about him tonight; he looked more relaxed, like he was comfortable with the group of people. One of the men said something, causing the others to laugh out loud. I hurriedly placed the food on the table, standing behind Godiva as they carried on eating. I looked at their cups to see if they needed a refill and puffed out a breath when I saw their cups were still filled up. “So have you thought about your mother’s proposal?” The woman in their mist questioned, and the king turned to shoot the man beside her a glare, getting a sheepish smile in return. “You know I can’t keep anything from her.” He responded, shrugging his shoulders. “You know how Loukas is Orpheus; he share
All eyes widened as they gazed at the king, and soon a sense of unease pervaded the room. Elijah laughed awkwardly and extended his hand to the back of his head, unsure of what to do. “Relax, man, you know how Eli is. He’s literally attracted to anything that has legs and organs different from his.” Loukas said, trying to ease the tension in the room. Everyone’s eyes are on the king to see how he struggles to compose himself. He takes in deep breaths, and his eyes flash in my direction before relaxing back in his seat. They huffed out a sigh, going back to their dinner, when Elijah spoke, causing more havoc. “I just don’t get why you won’t give her to me; you didn’t care before, so why do you now?” He asked, chewing on his meat. “You and I both know...,” he yelped, glaring at Neve. “Why did you hit me?” “Will you keep your mouth shut?” She spoke sternly at him, peeping over to the king, whose eyes were already blazing with fire. He pulled back his chair, rising to his feet. H
"Wait, what?. You are actually telling the truth, right?" Josiane gave me a dubious look, and I nodded. "I can’t believe the king would do that to you." Godiva said, perplexed, "I wish I were there; I would have banged his head against the wall and hit him where the sun doesn’t shine." "You know you won’t." Josiane counters. "Besides, he would send you flying with just the tip of his finger." "You're right, but at least I would have done something." She counters back. "Sure...." Josiane responded in a sing-song manner, not believing a word she was saying, and I laughed. "I hope you are okay," Godiva said. "I think I will be; I don't really know how I’m going to face him tomorrow." "Do you want me to switch choices with you?" Josiane offered. "I don’t really mind." I shake my head, declining her offer. "Thanks, but I think it’s just going to make him pissed at me even more." It was silent for a while; the girls both had their thinking faces on before Godiva blurted out a quest
King Orpheus took a seat beside me, taking a bite of his own food as we both ate in comfortable silence. I finished my food, taking another sip of my hot chocolate, like the king called it. My mind wanders off to Godiva and Josie, and I giggle at the thought of their reactions when I do tell them about the meal and the drink. “What are you thinking about?” The king asked, and I clapped my hand to my mouth, realising what I had done. “It's nothing, your majesty.” I say, casting my gaze down from his piercing eyes. I thought he was going to keep asking questions until he got what he wanted, but instead he changed the subject. “You have a little bit of chocolate here.” He says, pointing to the left side of his cheek. I stuck my tongue out to see if I could lick it off my face before using my hand to wipe my cheek. The king laughed, shaking his head. “Let me get it for you.” I didn’t have time to protest when he cupped my cheek and used his thumb to wipe off the spot. A shiver rus
It's been two weeks since King Orpheus and I shared a kiss and two weeks since I last saw him. He has been busy; there seems to be some kind of problem, seeing as the guards were on edge. After the night of the kiss, I had asked Godiva and Josiane about the marks on my shoulder, and they both screamed, asking how I got them. I giggle, recalling our conversation. "How the fucking hell did you get this?" Josiane yells while Godiva has her mouth opened wide, staring down at the side of my neck. "No cussing, Josiane." I reprimanded. "Well, I’m sorry, not sorry." She exclaimed. "There's no way I could finish that sentence without letting out a cuss word, Mica." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "You have a freaky hickey on your neck, a freaky hickey. Look at poor Godiva; she is too stunned to say anything." She points to Godiva, whose eyes haven’t shifted from my neck. "Is it a bad thing?" I asked, worried about the marks on my neck. "Is it a bad thing?" Josiane repeated before l
I took a look around the hall and noticed the maids and guards looking at us with disbelief. Some had a look of disgust while others were stunned. "Are you busy?" Elijah’s question had me turning back to gaze at him. "I was on my way to the maids' lounge for lunch before going back to my tasks." "Great, you are not busy." He took hold of my hand, ignoring everything I said, and dragged me to the elevator. "You are coming with me." "Where are we going, sir?" I asked. "I was thinking of going into town to get a few things. It's a good thing I ran into you, because I didn’t want to go alone." "I can’t leave; I have other chores to get to. The king would be angry if I left the palace without his permission." "Don’t worry about Orpheus; I know how to handle him." He said it in a cheery voice. "You can’t tell me you aren’t excited about the thought of stepping out of the palace and seeing the outside world. Since you are a palace maid, I doubt you have ever been outside." He smiled a
"You know very well who you are to me, Micaela; I see no reason why you shouldn't sit here." "That doesn't change the fact that right now I'm still a mere servant," I said quietly, hoping the wolves present in the room weren't listening to our conversation. "Sit down, Micaela," Orpheus demanded, his voice stern, leaving no room for argument, and I knew I had no other option but to comply with his request. I placed myself down on the seat he had pulled out for me, next to his chair, which was at the head of the table. It was awkward sitting down here at the table with prying eyes looking at us from every direction. Orpheus picked up a plate from the table with the serving spoon. I put a spoonful of sausage, bacon, and scrambled egg on the plate and placed it in front of me before picking up the jar of juice, pouring it into a glass cup, and again pushing it in my direction. "Eat," he orders. I picked up the fork and began eating, almost moaning at how great it taste
"Ugh." I groaned as I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly, only to close them again when a streak of light hit my face. My head was pounding so hard that the weird taste of alcohol lingered on my lips, making me want to puke. I closed my eyes, trying to hold the bile down, but when I couldn't, I hurriedly got up from the bed, struggling to get to the bathroom even though my legs felt weak. I bend down, I throw up my gut, and I groan in disgust. After I was done, I flushed the toilet, going over to the tap to wash my mouth and face off. Sighing when I felt a little relief, I raised my head up to glance at the mirror, and I almost stopped myself from screaming out loud at the person staring back at me. My hair was dishevelled, and underneath my eyes, there were dark marks sticking to them. It must have been from the stuff Neve applied to my face yesterday. Scooping some water into my hand, I raised it up to wash my face, cleaning the makeup off my skin before fixing my hair.
Micaela was spending the day over at Neve's place with her friends Josiane and Godiva. I had been a little bit adamant about letting her go, but she gave me those puppy eyes that she knew I couldn't resist, and like expected, I ended up letting her go. But Silver was restless, wanting to be with his mate now that she knew who she was to us; he wanted to be with her every single time. So I decided to work in my study to get my mind off worrying about her. The knob to my office twisted open, causing me to raise my head from the document I was looking at and wonder who would dare enter my office without knocking. The strong smell of perfume hit my nose, making me sneeze repeatedly while watching as the culprit walked in. Anastasia made her way into the room with a seductive smile on her face, and it took a lot of effort not to roll my eyes at her never-ending attempts to gain my attention. My eyes harden. "What do you want, Anastasia?" I asked, the annoyance clear in my voice.
"Are you sure it's okay for us to leave the palace?" Josiane asked for the tenth time since we began our journey to Neve Place. "Yes, Josiane, so stop being anxious." Godiva answered in my stead. "Micaela already told us about the king's approval to let us outside the palace for the day." "And he is okay with us taking one of the cars." She asked again, staring in awe at the car in front of her. "Yes, Josiane." I groaned. "Then I guess it's okay if I do this." She yells, jumping up and squealing in excitement. "I have always dreamt of riding in one of these, and I guess dreams do come true." She gushed excitedly, her hand hovering on top of the car like she was scared that if she touched it, it would disappear. "Sometimes I can't tell if she is eighteen or eight." Godiva mutters, shaking her head. I laughed at how hard she tried to play it cool, like she wasn't as excited as Josiane, and would have easily been fooled had it not been for the way her eyes shone, with firewo
"What?" I whispered very quietly after some time. It didn't help that I was caught off guard by his question. Was he finally telling me what a mate signifies to them? At the same time, I was puzzled to see the seriousness in his face. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I guess I was about to find out. Orpheus continued to look at me expectantly, still waiting for my answer, so I cleaned up my sweaty palm on my dress, giving him a slight nod. "I have heard the maids and Neve talk about it, but I have no clue what it means to your people," I told him. "I’m sure you don't; that's why I'm going to explain it to you," he said, exhaling. "Like you humans have your respective religions, we also serve someone we call the moon goddess, Areola. With every one of our kind being created, she had given us a mate, someone destined for each wolf, a soul mate. They are a part of us, kind of like our other half. If a mate dies leaving the other, it is worse than death, as the pain
I felt a soft caress on my cheeks, causing me to stir and pull me out of my dreamless sleep. My eyes peeled open, and I blinked a few times, trying to get accustomed to the dark room. After some time, I was able to see a little bit due to the moon shining through the opened curtain. Staring at the figure in front of me, it took some time for me to recognise who was sitting beside me. I sat up from the bed at full speed, lunging myself at him. Orpheus laughed, holding me tightly while placing soft kisses on my head and cheek. "You're back." I cried out, putting my face in his. neck. "I thought you were supposed to come back tomorrow." "It's already the next day, Micaela," he whispers. I moved away from him, and truly, it was. The sun was already rising, and the day was slowly getting warmer. "We finished off early, and since I was missing you dearly, I chose to come back early instead of staying one more day." He stood up from the tiny spot on my side, moving over to the o
Orpheus POV. "The pack that had been attacked and can't stand on their feet since their Alpha was killed and their territory taken has decided to join our packs, at least for the meantime till a place is provided for them and a new alpha will be selected." "How many casualties were lost in the fight apart from their alpha?" I asked, leaning on the counter and pouring a whisky into a glass cup. "except for the alpha and a couple of their warriors, but there was no life lost from the women and children. The men really fought hard to save their families and friends," Alpha Stefano says with pride in his eyes. "A ceremony will be held this evening to honour the dead, and they would like for you, their king, to attend. It will be a great honour to have you in their midst." "At what time will the ceremony be over?" I asked, checking the time on my watch. "The laying of the dead will be done on Friday, but there will be a party afterward to celebrate their legacy." I nodded; it
I know Orpheus says he wanted me beside him and no other woman, but was he able to keep me beside him? I still tried to make sense of his words when he said he was going to sort things out after he returned from his trip. I had no clue what it meant and could only come up with what I think he meant. I wasn't sure if he was planning on revealing our secret to the people. Alec finished his milk in no time, and I rubbed his back gently until he burped before walking up the stairs in the direction I had seen Neve come from. I was able to spot Alec in his room, taking off his clothes. I walked into the bathroom and began bathing him while playing with him. He gurgles some baby words, taking a fistful of my hair and trying to bring it to his lips. I freed it from his hold, even though it wasn't easy since he had such a strong hold on it. Bending down, I drop a kiss on him, kissing his tummy and making him shriek in joy. I guess he was ticklish. Wrapping a plush white towel around
My jaw drops to the floor when Neve pushes the door open, and I take in the extravagance of the house. Instead of the usual Palace's dark exterior, this place was filled with bright paint and furniture, each with unique patterns and textures. I hesitantly made my way inside, still in awe. Neve walks in, closing the door behind us. "Do you like it?" she asked, coming to stand beside me. "I will be nuts not to; your place is really beautiful." "Thank you," she beamed, ushering me to the living room. "I did most of the design myself." "Wow, what aren't you good at?" I gushed, causing her to laugh as she shrugged her shoulders. "Have a seat." She says, going into another room before coming back with a glass of juice and placing it in front of me. "I will be right back; I need to check on the kids. Their nanny already left," she mutters, leaving the living room this time to go upstairs. I remained seated, my eyes wandering around the room, still taking in its beauty. It wa