Orpheus POV."The matters had been handled." Loukas said as we concluded our discussion.I nodded, flipping the page of the document in my hand as I read through it."With that said and done, let's move on to the next matter.""What matters?" I asked, pretending not to know.Loukas sighed, rubbing his hands over his face as he got up from his seat on the couch to sit in a chair opposite me. "You have been trying to avoid this. You know you can’t, right?""I have no idea what you are talking about.""Really, man." He says, frustrated. "I thought things were going great from what you told me, so I don’t understand why you won’t tell her. Are you scared she might not feel the same and want to break the bond?"I shrugged, pretending to read the file in my hands. He has been pestering me for weeks now, ever since I talked about introducing Micaela to Sliver."You are really not going to tell her." He asked again."I think it’s best for the both of us." I tell him plainly, keeping my voice
"What do you want for dinner?" The king asked, glancing behind me.I shrugged my shoulders, having no clue what to say. It’s still amazing how he goes back to acting like nothing happened a moment ago and like he didn’t just say those words to me.The thought of it still sends a wave of shivers down my spine. I could still feel the butterflies flutter underneath my stomach, and here he was acting with such indifference."What about we go for something simple?" The king said again, his back turned towards me. "Since you don’t have any food you wish to eat, I will make some seafood.""Okay." I said I was uninterested. The king turned back to look at me for a second, his eyes quipping up, and I blushed, breaking the eye contact first.He walked over to the fridge, taking out some ingredients and putting them on the counter before taking out the pot and pan.He pushed a small plastic cup with a lid on and an inscription in the body that said ice cream, giving me a tiny spoon. "You can sna
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
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
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
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
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
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 void; what was I supposed to do? How can I possibly fight someone who is like them when they are stronger and have more advantages than I do? I had no superpower or strength to help back me up, and I am not good at fighting. I was clearly doomed. "We should take our leave now, your majesty," Tyrone said, and the three of them got up to their feet, bowing their heads at their king before setting out of the throne room. Orpheus turns to look at me, his eyes filled with worry when he sees how nervous and scared I am. He slouched down beside me, cupping my cheek. "There is no way I won't get challenged right." "Micaela" "I'm sure there are a lot of female wolves who want my place." I asked. "We can't be certain yet." "Tell me the truth, Orpheus; you don't need to sugarcoat it. If you weren't so certain, you wouldn't be this worried." He sighs, bending his head for a second before lifting it up to look at me. "Yes." He answers. "There is a high chance that you wou
I woke up with a finger drawing circles on my back, and I sighed in pleasure, snuggling closer to the body beside me. "Are you." I hummed, my eyes still closed, when I heard Orpheus's morning voice call out his endearment for me. "We need to get out of bed, seeing as it's already fifteen minutes past nine," he said calmly, his finger still leaving thrilling sensations on my back. I hummed again, still not opening my eyes, and felt my body being piled on the bed with him hovering over me. A soft pair of lips touched mine, causing me to open my lips more and kiss him back. My hand subconsciously moved over his bare chest to his neck, holding him close, when my eyes peeled open, and I pushed him away in shock. Orpheus looked as shocked as I was; his brows were raised. "Morning breath," I mumbled over my hand that was on my mouth, and his head bobbed backwards as he laughed. "Hey, stop laughing," I whined, giving him a playful glare. "Aren't you adorable?" He gushed, pinching
Orpheus spun me around so that I was facing him; his hand rested on my chin, lifting my head up, then using his thumb to wipe the tears from my face. "I don't care about all those things, and you shouldn't either. You are mine, Micaela, my queen, and if tomorrow doesn't turn out the way we planned, I'm not going to give up until I mark you as mine. Even if it means searching for every last old wolf. So never degrade yourself; the moon goddess blessed me with you, knowing there was no one more fit to rule by my side than you." His voice was calm and relaxing. His thumb caresses my cheek, moving closer to my lips, brushing his finger through it, and he begins to lean down, making me follow suit, lifting up my toe till my lips meet his. The kiss was gentle and soft; there was no urgency in it. The both of us took our time exploring each other. My hands found themselves grabbing onto his shirt, and my lips moved in sync with his. Orpheus lifts me up from the floor, his lips still
It's been a day since the incident with Godiva, and I, Josiane, and I still haven't seen her yet. She was avoiding us as well as Kryos and wouldn't talk to any of us even when we tried, so we decided to let her be for now. Right now, I was getting dressed for dinner with Neve and Loukas. Neve had invited us over to her place for a little bonding time, so I was dressed in casual/semi-formal wear. A simple white gown that stopped at my knee, even though it was not fancy, made me look sophisticated and graceful. Pairing it up with a pair of dazzling earrings and black heels, my makeup was minimal, consisting of mascara and strawberry lip gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked nice. I walked out of my room and found Orpheus in the hallway, wearing his watch. He was dressed in a black shirt with two buttons undone, paired with black pants. Even though he was dressed so casually, he still looked so hot. His eyes darkened as he took in every single detail of my appear
It was 6 p.m. in the evening, and Orpheus wasn't back from his usual kingly duties, while I was literally losing all sense of reason, being bored out of my mind, and having nothing to do since I wasn't allowed to work. Another maid had been assigned to Orpheus, but not as his personal maid; she was to clean and tidy up the floor, which was probably the same thing I was doing before. I still haven't met her yet; somehow, despite being up here not doing anything, we still haven't crossed paths. I don't know how she does it, but she was definitely doing a better job at keeping herself hidden than I ever did. "I need food," I groaned, lying on my back as I stared at the ceiling. "I'm not surprised; you have been eating a lot lately." Godiva says, I take a seat on the couch beside me. We were both done watching a movie and were waiting for Josie to arrive with our food. "I can't help it; I'm a growing woman; I need me some food." We both laughed, staring at the ceiling as if the
I walked into the throne room with Loukas and the council of elders already there, waiting. They were two men and a woman; the woman happens to be the oldest in the group. They all got to their feet when they saw me, bowing their heads and waiting for me to sit down before having theirs. "Your Majesty," The woman greeted me first; despite her age, she looked not a day older than fifty. "I'm Claris, and it is an honour to be in your midst, your majesty." "I'm Davon." "And I'm Tyrone." Both men introduce themselves at the same time, the three of them giving me yet another bow. I nodded curtly, acknowledging their greeting. "It's an honour to be in your midst as well." I responded, and the three of them smiled. "Before we get started, why don't we have breakfast first? I'm sure with all the rushing to get here on time, you all must not have had the chance to have a proper morning meal." "That would be nice, your majesty," Davon said. "It will be a great pleasure to dine wi
The feeling of a finger brushing through my hair had me groaning out in pleasure, loving the feel of it. I heard the sound of someone gigging, which had me pulling my eyes open, and I was welcomed with the sight of Micaela gazing down at me lovingly. "I'm surprised you woke up this early; it's still dark." My sleepy voice rang out, and this made the smile on her face stretch even more. "I got tired of sleeping, probably because I went to bed early yesterday." She smiled and kissed my lips. I pulled her closer, her head resting on my chest. "The sun isn't out yet, Ayárun uou, let's sleep some more," I said as I caressed her cheek; she pulled away to peck my lips before lying back on my chest. We stayed in each other's embrace, cuddling for some time till I fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was already 8:00 a.m. I kissed Micaela on her forehead and then slowly lifted up her head to place it on the pillow. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up for the d
I went into the library in search of a book to read; one I selected was a romance fantasy novel. I took a seat at the far end of the library, close to the window with the marvellous view of the garden. I started reading, getting lost in the world of fantasy, until I was disturbed by a knock on the door, and Josiane and Godiva came in with a tray in their hands. Because I was so immersed in what I was reading, I had totally forgotten it was lunchtime. I smiled at them, to which they returned as I dropped the book down. The two of them looked around the library, their eyes scanning every detail of it in awe. I stared at them amused; this was the first time they had entered the library, and I was sure they were stunned by the structure and the number of books in it. "This is so huge." Josiane gushed, with Godiva nodding in agreement with her. After spending almost five minutes admiring the view of the library, they finally got to where I was seated. "Hey, are you done being sw
As he kept kissing me as if I were his oxygen, Orpheus' fingers grasped my breast. He made firm, unrelenting movements. I was envious of everything he had to offer. Just what that was, I had no idea. I felt a tiny strand of anxiety slither through me as a result of that thinking. If I wasn't good, what then? What if I made a mistake? Was there a right way to go about it? Would it be painful? I had to take a breather because I was so nervous and had to withdraw my mouth away from his. He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. He placed me against his chest, my arms encircling his neck as he did so. I let out a small squeak of surprise. He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. As he placed me down on the mattress, I gave a slight squeak of surprise as he positioned me against his chest with my arms over his neck. He was just as kind and considerate as I had hoped he would be. But my nerves keep g