"What sort of nonsense is this Thjis? That you'll let a wolf dine with iced royalty?". A sultry voice asked this just as Massa shoved a forkful of pork in my mouth. Since I'm just a whore, I'm not allowed to have roasted steak like my master here. I looked up as a woman sauntered into the dining room. She wore a knee-length dress with lots of sequences, probably with the intent to blind. She has weird markings on her bare arms and her skin is pale. Her blond hair is held high in a ponytail but her ears are devoid of earrings just as her neck and wrists are devoid of any jewelry. And she is without shoes. Thjis stood up at once, his food forgotten. The other princes stopped eating except for Sia. Massa didn't feed me pork anymore. I don't know whether to be glad. "Rifera, I'm quite shocked. You're not the type to show up early". "Well when I heard there was a wolf on iced grounds, I had to cancel all operations and come see her". Now I'm starting to feel quite important. Someone h
"You know I'm starting to regret coming here", I tell Massa after we exited the welcome party they had thrown in his honor. We're on our way to his wing and I'm trying to forget the pain in my knees. I had to kneel beside Massa for two hours and a half simply because my kind is not tolerated in their palace. I also had to eat the leavings off his plate. The leavings! And to think that his other whores envied me. "Oh really? What made you say that?". "Well for starters, ever since I've been here, I've had limited freedom. I can't even go anywhere unless you are coming with me. I can't scrutinize openly because it's rude and my mouth hurts a lot from constantly saying, my prince! I'm even tired of the envious looks I keep receiving from those other women. How can anyone want to be in my position?". Massa chuckled as he unlocked his bedroom door. I walked in before him, and he shut the door once inside. "Your mouth is going to hurt some more that's for sure. Plus, you have no idea how
Obey him? As if. I don't care if Ruarc's a fucking prince. If he treats me like shit again, I'm going to bash him on the head. I don't bother getting the towels, choosing to admire Massa's kitchen instead. The decor is lovely, and it's not extravagant as I expected it to be. An electronic cooker here, a freezer there, his kitchen is pretty simple. I don't see what he will be doing with the innumerable counters though. "I knew you wouldn't get the towels", Sia said, walking to me. I smile. "He is not the boss of me. Is Massa going to be fine?". "The bruises are nothing he can not handle". "Sia, can we talk?". "We're talking now aren't we?". I scowl. "I just need your confirmation on something". "Okay..." "Your father paid me a visit and..." "I know. I'm still trying to figure out why you kept such information from me". "I didn't want you to know that I know your secret". "So what did you find out?". "I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions here. Why did you lie about
"You lie!", Eloive shouts."Quiet!", Thjis barks. "Go on son"."I have my standards when it comes to women and since Cecilia didn't meet those standards, I turned blind to the suggestive stares she sent my way. The pressure was strong and I caved. I don't regret keeping my word. What I regret are the circumstances that came with keeping my word.""You knew a bond would have been formed but you still slept with her", an elder points out. "I was keeping my word", Massa defends."Keeping your word my fangs! Take a look at the girl Massa. She's not even eighteen! And by the humane law, you ought to be arrested", Rifera yells.Massa flashes her his pearly whites. "Well it's a good thing none of us are humans is it not?".Thjis turned to Cecilia. "Is it true?"."Yes my Lord".Eloive looks flabbergasted and I don't blame him. He laughs bitterly."So you lie against my uncle, pretend to be some kind of victim, and rope me into defending your lie?", Eloive yells at her.She looked away. "I k
Forty lashes down and I can't take it anymore. Eloive's back is severely bruised and lacerated. His skin is torn, and there are deep wounds where the spikes made contact. My wrist hurts like hell and the council doesn't seem to care that Eloive is slipping in and out of consciousness or that Massa is worn out. Rather they are busy enjoying the wine that some maid had brought in but nobody can convince me that Luwid is actually drinking wine. The whip fell to the ground with a thud. That got their attention "You're not done wolf, so pick up the whip and continue", Farouk said coolly. "No". "No?", he asks standing up. "You refuse to obey?". "Yes". "Jesus Stormie just stop being challenging", Massa says. "No, I won't. You all are being ridiculous. Eloive doesn't deserve this. Yes he committed a crime, but I'm pretty sure you all would have done the same if you were in his shoes". "Your point?", Luwid asks, bored. "Let him go". "Then you would have to take his place darling", Ri
"I knew you two were up to something when you didn't show up for lunch", Cocci said as he strolled into the room unannounced. Sia rolled his eyes as he rolled off me. I try not to stare at his engorged cock as he pulled the sheets over my naked frame. It amazes me that he can still be excited after a whooping six rounds. I'm sure we would have gone for another round if Cocci hadn't barged in when he did."Where's Massa?", I ask him."At the infirmary. Sia, dress up. You're needed outside"."Why? What's happened?", Sia asks. "It's Ruarc, He has gone wild again, and it's all your fault"."You can't blame me for his madness. It's not my fault that Raja gets a little jealous sometimes".Cocci glowered. "It's not funny Sia. He could do some serious damage. Elvis and Eleanor are trying their best to hold him back, and we both know how bad they are when it comes to dealing with Raja".Sia curses as he pulls on his boxers along with his pants. "Cocci, what exactly is happening? And who is
Sia hadn't been joking when he said he would no longer be there for me. Two days have passed since he left and he hasn't returned. Izal came in at times to apply some peppery ointment on my injured leg. It's healing nicely, he would say every time he comes, it would just leave a scar. Cocci comes in to change the pampers I've been forced to wear after yelling a string of curses. I haven't showered in two days and even though I'm dying in my filth, my heart still yearns for Sia. He didn't come but Ruarc did in his place. The Crown Prince lingered by the door, looking quite haggard. His hair is sticking up in odd places, his feet are bare and he has a bushy beard. We stared at each other for a good number of seconds before he broke the awkward silence. "You shouldn't have done that..slept with Sia I mean, but you did and it triggered the rabid side of me and here we are". "I slept with your brother, and I don't regret it. What I regret however is letting you go after you chopped off a
Grey eyes scanned the crowd of giggling young women. Not a single one called out to him. In fact, all of them reminded him of Cecilia. This was a bad idea. What was his grandfather thinking when he invited these lousy girls? Did he perhaps think that marriage is the only solution to his problem? He's only sixteen! Setting him up with daughters of rich and noble Icelanders couldn't be the only way to fix him. His uncles are absent so are his grandparents. The royal concubines walked around in their nightwear, some of them engaging in conversation with the young girls. Maybe he should send them all out. This was his side of the palace anyway, but Eloive thought against it. He would only get punished, and Eloive didn't want to get whipped again, so the annoying females have to stay. He thought of conversing with one. The thought didn't sound appealing. but he had to try. Swallowing his fears, Eloive adjusted his clothing, a fine tunic, and black pants. His boots were far too old and wor
All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over. Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal. The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son. Our son. I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her. But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live. My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face. It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her. I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Goodnovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.Synopsis:Chaos.It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.And I just happened to be the perfect someone.I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.*****"I want her dead."These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shiv
“Do you want me to beat him for you?” A chuckle escapes my lips as I walk further down, toward the balcony. The wind hit me with full force and I held onto the railing to keep myself from falling. I could see the streets from up here and I was amazed at the snow-blanketed roofs and the Christmas lights that connected the residential houses. People walked in groups, chatting and laughing, unbothered by the snow that fell from the skies. It reminded me of Bluestone. Not the snow, but the unity among people. I sigh as Lukas’ letter comes to mind. I need to go back, but how? Thjis wouldn’t let me go easily, nor will Dogara, especially now I’m pregnant with her grandchild. Ugh! Everything is so messed up. Things can never go back to normal, so I am just going to make the most out of it. “No, I don’t need you to beat him for me Mujin.” “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed like you wanted to bury your fist in his face.” “Yeah, I want to but…” “But nothing. Do it Crinka. Maybe it will make you ha
“My lady, please forgive me.”I took another selfie, (the shit is amazing), uninterested in Mila’s apology.She had been apologizing since morning. Well it’s still morning, but I haven't answered her. Why can’t she take the hint and just let me be?The other concubines had left for the cathedral and now it just remained the servants, my entourage and I. I was a bit surprised that ‘Lady Igrith’ didn’t ask her guards to bound me up and drag me to the cathedral. But then again, I suppose she doesn’t want to get on Ruarc’s bad side.Speaking of entourage, where the fuck is Mujin?I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I haven’t seen him since. Mila might know where he’s hiding since she served him breakfast, but I didn’t want to talk to her. Talking to her means I have forgiven her, and I didn’t want to think I have. Sighing, I face my handmaiden and friend, calling her out, “Mila?”“Yes, my lady?”“Apologize one more time, and I’ll rip out your tongue, regardless of our shaky friendsh
A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.“Why did you bring me here?”“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”She ha
“Zora, how many hours left to breakfast?”The young maid paused and glanced at the clock. “Two, my princess.”“Do you think that’s enough to know about someone?”, Waxlyn asked.“Depends on the person, my princess.”“It’s Gales.”“Oh. Why would you want to know more about a farmhand’s son my princess?”Waxlyn eyed her. “Is questioning your princess what you’re being paid for?”Zora shook her head, eyes glued to the floor. “No my princess. Sorry, my princess.”Waxlyn rolled her eyes. “I’ll try on the dress later. There’s somewhere I have to go first.”She dashed out of the room and rushed up to the attic, ignoring the servants’ look as she passed them. The chair he frequently warmed was empty so she decided to check if he was in the library. A zap of electricity shot up her arm once she touched the door knob.hissing, she retreated, massaging her affected arm.“You royals never learn, do you?”She turned around as he appeared form the shadows. He leaned against the railing and she took h
The tequila only made her miserable.Setting aside the empty glass cup, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, shocked to find it empty. She checked the freezer and was surprised to find it empty as well.What the actual fuck?She stormed into his room unannounced and Massa looked up from the magazine he was reading.“What happened to all the blood?”Massa feigned ignorance as he sat up. “What blood?”She glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Massa. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”“No, I don’t.”“The fuck Massa! I’m goddamned hungry and there’s no single bag of blood in the kitchen! How the fuck did that happen?”“I don’t know.”She rose a brow. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know? Only you and I have been here. I don't know what happened to the blood, which means you should know.”“Honestly, I don’t.”She groaned. “Massa!”He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine. “You know, there are other ways to expel the hunger.”She glared at him. “If you
The sun was not yet up in the sky by the time Mila woke me up from sleep. Yawning loudly, I glared at her as I sat up in bed.“Good gracious, Mila. Why have you woken me up this early? Classes with the princess begins after she has had breakfast and that is by 9am!”“I’m very sorry my lady. I just wanted you to use the bathhouse first.”“Use the bathhouse first? What do you mean? Is there only one bathhouse in this palace?”“Yes, my lady, which is why I want you to use it first. The other concubines have their bath by five a.m. and seeing that you’re not yet comfortable in their midst, I woke you up by four, so that you can get clean before them.”“And why can’t I do it later? You know, when I feel like?”“I’m afraid not, my lady. Lady Igrith closes the bathhouse once it’s time for breakfast.”Closes? Is it a shop or something? “And when is breakfast time?”“By eight, my lady.”“Just how many concubines are there that they need three hours to dress up?”“They don’t use three hours to
Preet. Preet.Wilhelm rolled in his bed as he pried his eyes open. Who the fuck was calling him this late a t night? He stretched out his arm and reached for his phone. Popping himself up on his elbow, he read the caller ID, cursing hard when he realized who it was.Why the heck didn’t she call him since? Why now, when he was tired?Sighing, he answered and put the phone to his ear.“Leira, what is it now? I told you to never call me at night.”“I was really worried about you. Willy, don’t you think it’s time you came home?”Wilhelm didn’t consider that gigantic palace as his home, but he wasn’t ready to tell Leira that. “My name is Wilhelm, not Willy. Besides, I did tell you that I would only return after my position as the Crown Prince has been secured. So, if you’re calling to say this, end this call at once.”She sniffed. “Your cruel words affect me. Surely you mustn't plan on leaving me here all alone.”He bristled. “You’re not alone. My sisters are there, my brother as well.”“N