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
His lips closed around hers; they were soft against his mouth, and she tasted minty from the gum she was previously chewing. He could also taste a hint of that wine she was sipping on at her dining table.As he tightened his embrace around her, he could feel his wolf’s growing anger and the tension that came with it. His wolf was attempting to pull him back, telling him to cut the shit. Ignoring his wolf, he continued his intimate embrace.Sierra lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, pressing herself against him. She wore a delicate red dress that rested just under her knees, so she was easy to access. Lifting her dress only slightly, he was able to come in contact with her black lacy panties.She moaned against his lips as his fingers found her wetness; he rubbed the black of his thumb against her clit and she heavily exhaled. She fumbled around with his pants, trying to get them off but he blocked her attempts by deepening his motioning and increasing her pleasures.His wolf
It’s been a few days since the attack at the dinner party; Marlon already knew it was the talk of the kingdom. He had Winston and his boys in town, trying to investigate who the attackers were while Marlon stayed at the manor to investigate for himself.Being one of the top noblemen, Marlon knew he had many enemies. But what would bring them to attack a dinner party and what were they targeting? It didn’t’ seem like they were looking for anything because they went straight for the attack.None of it made sense to him and the very thought of it infuriated him.His only thought was maybe they found out about Deonna, and they weren’t happy about it. Perhaps they were looking for her and wanted to end her life before the baby arrives. But nobody knew she was pregnant with his child so that didn’t quite make sense to him either.Something in his wolf was telling him that he needed to play it off like nothing was going on between him and the slave; not that anything was going on persay. He
There had to be a catch. There was no way Marlon Roessler wanted to keep me alive just because I was pregnant with his child. This child would come out of me dark-furred and a disgrace to the kingdom. They would be abused and neglected, not to mention enslaved and later slaughtered by light-furred wolves.The thought was sickening. The thought of losing my child in the most erupting and traumatizing way. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, and I watched a lot of wolves die in my presence, but none of them were my own children. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child.Marlon was one of the biggest racist noblemen I knew; there was no way he would want to keep that child anywhere near his manor.So, why bother keeping me alive? Why not allow me to die in peace?To my shock, he’s allowing me to reside inside the manor. I’m not sure how he managed to pull that off, but Winston came to collect me from the garden after my duties and brought me to the guest room on the eas
I was taken back by his words. I had no idea he felt that strongly about the pregnancy. Upon finding out about the pregnancy, it didn’t seem as though he believed the child to be his.I wasn’t going to question his motives, but I remembered my conversation with Alex about attending school. We made a deal that he would help me attend school if I can convince Marlon to allow for that to happen.“Okay,” I told him softly. “I do have a favor.”He cocked an eyebrow up at me and folded his arms across his chest.“What’s that?” He asked; I could hear the humor lingering behind his words, but he kept a firm expression.“I want to go to school and study for real; like your sons,” I told him.He frowned.“Excuse me?” He asked, eyeing me carefully.“Back when I lived with the commoners,” I paused as the memory came flooding back to me. “I used to study a lot. They had a school they allowed me to attend. I wasn’t exactly equal, but they didn’t treat me poorly. I also had my family to protect me.