At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l
He had to pull himself back together; he couldn’t allow her to see his weakness. He straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her.“Why are you out of the garden in the first place, slave?” He asked, keeping his voice steady.She frowned; she almost appeared shocked at his sudden outburst.“I had to use the restroom,” she told him.She kept her voice low as to not alert the maids, which Marlon appreciated.“I heard how you spoke to your butler, and I hear how you speak to your own flesh and blood. If you can’t show them respect, how do you expect them to show you any respect in return?” She asked.Her forwardness was startling to him; he’s never had a slave speak to him in such an ill manner before.“Pardon?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.“They will never show you respect if you don’t show them respect. Same with anybody really,” she repeated calmly.“I don’t need them to respect me… I need to do what as I order,” Marlon told her, deepening his tone.She swallowed a
As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I’m thinking it’s something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war in the western part of the country. So, I haven’t had to have any strange encounters with him since my last one.“Slave?” A familiar voice said from not far from me.Wiping the vomit off my face, I saw
“What the fuck,” Marlon hissed as the vomit made its way down his body.Deonna stares at him terrified. Remembering their last encounter, Marlon’s heat was already rising, and now he had her vomit all over him. He felt disgusted, but then it felt as though his inner wolf was laughing at him. He knew she was in this closet the moment he walked by his son’s room and could smell her scent. He would know her scent from anywhere, especially because she’s been working in the rose garden for so long that she had a bit of a rosy smell to her, along with her musk and sweat.He barged into his son’s room and instantly went towards Deonna’s scent, which brought him to this closet. As he opened it, he could tell she wasn’t expecting him to be standing there. He wasn’t sure why she was in his son’s closet, but it was clear to him that they weren’t sleeping together. He didn’t smell Deonna’s scent on Bob.He ignored the angry jealous ping of his wolf howling in his stomach. He had to fight the urg
I began waking up from my fever-induced dream; confused about my whereabouts. The room was dimly lit by candle lights, and I was covered in a maroon comforter on top of a bed that began looking more familiar the more I woke up.I felt a cold compressed washcloth over my heated forehead, the cold water dripping down my features and soothing away the hotness the fever brought me. With each breath I took, I realized how badly my chest ached; I could feel my beating heart pressing against my chest, making each movement more painful than the last.A man stood at the end of the bed; he was a bit shorter and hardly had any hair. But the hair he did have I noticed to be a blonde shade. He wore a white trench coat with a blue blazer underneath and black pants. He wore glasses that nearly covered the entire top of his face; in his hands was a clipboard that he appeared to be reading some notes from it to Marlon who also stood nearby.Marlon looked concerned; his features turned down into an int
I woke up again in Marlon’s bed, the previous conversations were fuzzy in my mind, but I remembered Dr. Lovewitt confirming my pregnancy and then telling me that I was going to die within the next 6 months. Which I guess, in my case, was a good thing because I couldn’t have a nobleman’s child.Marlon had asked me why I didn’t tell him about my heart condition and the truth be told, I had no idea I had this condition. I knew during high-stress moments I would start to feel ill. Even during my time on the slave farm, my chest would often ache. I could practically feel my heart pressing against the inside of my chest, trying to escape through my skin. It always left me gasping for breath and crying out in agony. This would also get me in trouble with the guards because any sounds made that didn’t align with them speaking directly to us and asking for us to speak in return, was a strict violation of the rules.Regardless of the pain, we were in, we had to keep it inside.Even when I had t
“You’re pregnant?!” Alex asked, pacing the room frantically.He was throwing his arms in the air as he spoke. I could see the utter panic in his face as he continued to walk back and forth across the room.“You weren’t supposed to still be pregnant,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as he glanced over at me.Still? What did he mean by that? Looking at the confusion on my face, he rolled his eyes and stopped pacing so he could fully face me.“The test results from the other day were positive. I told Olivia to tell you it was negative, so you didn’t know. From there, I asked the landscaper to assault you again and make you lose the baby,” he told me, as though I should have already known this information.My mouth fell open.How could one person be so manipulative and dark like that? He asked the landscaper to assault me and make me lose the baby? For a while since residing at the manor, Alex seemed to be the more level-headed and kinder one. But he was the mastermind of pure evil. He di
There had to be about 200 different wolves at the dinner party. It was held in the ballroom of the Roessler manor. Anybody important would be at this dinner party; it was something Marlon hosted every few months.Back when his luna, Ashley, was alive, she used to live for these parties.The ballroom was set up with multiple round tables with white tablecloths and small round lanterns in the center. The walls of the ballroom were made of rustic deep-meadow wood with golden extracts placed between each plank of wood. He kept paintings on one side of the wall to act as an art exhibit: displaying only the most expensive and most known, yet rare, paintings in the country. On the far side of the ballroom was a large stage with a classical orchestra playing a soothing tune for the guests. A maroon carpet, with the family’s golden symbol stitched within it, went from the ballroom entrance to the dining tables.The ballroom began filling out with the expected guests; each one finding their pl
My water broke right in the middle of Marlon’s proposal to me. It couldn’t have come at the worst time, but the contractions were awful and gut-wrenching. Pain coursed through my body, and I screamed as I tumbled onto the bed.It felt like the baby was about to break out of my stomach at any moment. I could feel the sweat trickling down my features and rolling down the nape of my neck. My breathing had come to rasp and my body trembled uncontrollably.Marlon tried to get me to lie all the way down in the bed.“Aaaahhhhhh!” I screamed as more pain went through my body like an electronic shock.I wished more than anything that I could have Kamala by my side, but she was still unconscious. I held onto Marlon’s arm tightly as the pain went through my body, nearly paralyzing me. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. It was too early to be having this baby; I wasn’t due for another few weeks.“I have Dr. Lovewitt on the way,” Marlon assured me as he placed a warm cloth over my he
Bob carried Kamala back to the manor, and Deonna and Marlon walked beside them. As they returned, the maids were scurrying around the foyer, looking shocked and Winston also looked worried. Bob said nothing as he passed them to the grand stairs to bring Kamala to bed. She still hadn’t woken up and it was worrisome.Marlon felt complete to blame for that. He couldn’t believe he didn’t realize that her magic was no longer light and that she was using dark magic. Then again, how would he have known unless they told him?None of this made sense to him and he felt a knot in his stomach. He knew Deonna was upset with him for making Kamala come here to use her powers. Especially considering it nearly killed her the first time she used them. But at the time, Marlon felt like there was no other choice. There wasn’t any proof that they had won; though from what Marlon could tell, almost everyone including the king was dead.He hadn’t seen Alex’s body though, so he wasn’t sure if his other son w
I ducked and covered as the battleground exploded. Bits and pieces of the king’s ground flew all over the place; smoke filled the air so I couldn’t see if there were any survivors. I was lucky enough to be a distance away, so I wasn’t hit or hurt, but the ringing in my ears was surreal.I couldn’t hear anything, and I could hardly see anything. The smoke filled my lungs quickly and coughed to try to remove it from my lungs. I pushed my way through the smoke and stumbled across some bodies of the dead. I grimaced at the blood as I came across these bodies; they all looked burned to a crisp and blood soaking through the dirt that surrounded us.My breathing grew shaky as I continued walking through the battlegrounds; praying that I could find some survivors.As my hearing started returning, I heard some screams of the injured and some screams of terror from some others.I screamed out for Marlon.I screamed out for Kamala.She was in the air a moment ago, and now she was completely gone
The gunshots and the yelling were getting louder as Kamala left the forest and entered the town of Mooncrest. The battle was nearing as she ran closer toward them; she wasn’t sure what her game plan was, but Bob and Marlon seemed so sure that she would be able to stop the battle by using her magic.Though they didn’t know how deep her magic goes and how different it was. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to control it once it started working. Once she came into view of the battle, she turned back into her human form.Or more like her body rejected her wolf form. She wasn’t sure which it was, but it was unsettling.The battle was going on around her; as she walked through the fighting, it was almost as if nobody could see her. None of them paid much attention to her; she realized that nothing was able to touch her.It was amazing; she was wrapped in a bubble of different energy. She couldn’t believe it. It seemed as though the dark magic was working around her without her tellin
I couldn’t believe she had just left. We discovered that her powers are darker than what meets the eye. I’m starting to think it wasn’t Nyx who had this plan; maybe she planned to give Kamala the power to use it for good and not drain her of her wolf and life. But maybe whatever dark magic Petra used was what took that light magic from Kamala and started to fill her with its dark magic.I feared that when she arrived and used those powers to stop the battle, it was going to do worse than good.I couldn’t just stand around and watch my friend and everyone I know, and love meet a fatal end. I had to somehow stop it from happening; I told her I was going to let her go alone. I made a promise that I would stay behind and get some rest, get Mateo in the morning, and wait around for Kamala to send me word. But I couldn’t just do that; I had to go back to Mooncrest to help them.But first, I couldn’t just leave here without seeing my son. This might be the last time I see him, and I needed h
“He wants what?!” Deonna asked, staring at Kamala with wide and worried eyes.Kamala sat at the edge of Deonna’s bed, playing with her fingers nervously. She felt the urge to cry but no tears would leave her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. She couldn’t believe that Bob was asking her to do such a thing. Especially after knowing what happened to her the first time when she used this power.Bob didn’t even know the extent of it, and he was wanting her to return to Mooncrest and defeat the king’s army using the light magic that Nyx had given her. He had no idea that her light magic was gone, and it was only replaced with the dark magic the castle’s shield had soaked into her.She was like a sponge, and she wasn’t sure she could handle such a task.It would put everybody in danger and probably kill her in the process.“I have to,” Kamala said softly, looking at Deonna. “I must help with this battle. If there’s a way to defeat the king’s army and fight for our freedom, t
Marlon was taking cover; he remained in his wolf form, but he feared no good would come from that. the king’s army decided to fight dirty and was using firearms. He managed to get a glimpse of Deonna and Kamala running toward the forest and it didn’t seem as if anyone was following her.Alex’s eyes never left her though he was growling as he too remained in his wolf form. He was obviously furious that she had gotten away but with one wrong move and he would have gotten shot so he couldn’t go after her.It pleased Marlon to watch Deonna escape and once she disappeared into the forest completely, he knew she was going to make it to the village and make it back to Mateo.He refused to die here though; he wasn’t going to let Deonna give birth to their second child without him. He couldn’t bear the thought of her raising their children alone. She wouldn’t have the proper resources needed to raise these children on her own.However, there was no doubt in his mind that she would manage just
I nearly dropped the letter as I continued reading it; it was a letter from my birth mother, Elianna, to my adoptive mother. it was all here; every bit of truth about what happened the night I was born. It was Frederick that told the duke about Elianna giving birth to me. It was Frederick that basically caused the manhunt for my birth father Robert and caused him to either die or run away.I wasn’t expecting the duke to forgive Elianna so easily though after she had an affair and a child with Robert. But he forgave her until she was sent my information and then she was never trusted again.Considering the journal entries were no more and this seemed to be the last letter that I know about; there was no doubt in my mind that the duke had his wife killed because of my birth.What hurt more than knowing about my actual past, was knowing that my adoptive mother knew about it. Everything was written out for her; I’m not sure when she received this letter, but she received it and read it. S
I wanted to write this letter because you have something that belonged to me a long time ago. I have lost everything, and I continue to lose so much even as I write this. I don’t know how much more time I have before they find me. But if nothing else, I want you to at least know the truth about Deonna. I know you adopted her in an orphanage up North. I know this because I was the one who put her there, and you might be wondering who I am and why I would give up such a beautiful child, placing her in a location as cruel as that orphanage. It’s because where I come from, I couldn’t take her with me. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s that I couldn’t. if she were to be found out, I would be put to death. But I made some miscalculations, and it seems I will be put to death anyway. Her existence is known, and I only have myself to blame. I’m sorry for writing this in a letter and I’m sorry you adopted her without knowing the truth about her. She will grow to always have a target on her