As Mateo slept comfortably in the small bedding that Marlon had set up for him, I could hear some murmurs from outside the building I was staying in. It didn’t exactly sound like Marlon, and my wolf wasn’t growing excited at the presence.If anything, my wolf was getting more nervous the louder the voices got. Pressing my ear against the door, I came to realize it was just one voice. He was murmuring something to himself that I couldn’t quite understand.He was coming closer, and he was heading in the direction of the building. I took a step back and looked over at Mateo that was still sleeping soundly. I could hear my heart beating heavily in my chest, but thankfully it wasn’t heavy enough to cause me harm or make a fever break out.As he reached the door of the building, he pulled it open with ease and we stood face to face, staring at one another. He looked surprised to see me there; he looked around as though he had just gotten lost. His eyes went from me to Mateo and then to the
It’s been days since Marlon had come to this building and saved me from that disgusting nobleman. I felt a chill down my spine just thinking about that man’s hands touching my body. That rancid and smelly scent of his breath against my ear. I could see the pure evil in his eyes.Marlon was amazing when he saved me. I didn’t think he was capable of actually killing somebody for me. I still don’t fully understand why he would go to such lengths to keep me alive. After he killed that man, he hid his body while I cleaned the blood.Then we had sex.I hadn’t seen him since that but I’m assuming he doesn’t want anyone being suspicious as to why he was spending so much time in this shack.I shouldn’t even call it a shack, just because it was small like one. It was much nicer than a shack; it had an actual bed and lighting. He kept it warm when it was cold out and cold when it was warm out. He even had a small crib made for Mateo, which Mateo loved.I wished more than anything that my parents
Alex wanted to help Mateo and me escape?If Marlon found out about this, he would have Alex’s head. He would also probably have my head too. There’s no telling what would happen to Mateo.Then again, if I left, it could give Mateo an actual chance at having a real life. I could take him far away from here and raise him on my own terms. While I continue to work at ending slavery for everyone else. I could make his world a little bit better, one day at a time. However, would I be able to do that if I didn’t continue my studies?I could feel my inner wolf being taken back by my own thoughts. She couldn’t believe I was thinking about taking Alex up on his offer. She didn’t want me to leave because she was so convinced that Marlon was my mate. But that was a load of crap; there was no way Marlon was my mate.Marlon was the kind of guy that could have his way with me without a second glance. He didn’t care what was at stake just as he didn’t care what would happen to slaves after he signed
It seemed like a decade ago when Marlon was repulsed by the dark-furred wolves. Like everyone, he thought of them to be dirty, smelly, uneducated, and uninteresting creatures. He grew up with only that in his mind and he never understood why some dark-furred wolves were slaves to the nobles and royals, and others were able to reside in the homes of commoners.They played it off like they were just slaves for the commoners. But even at a young age, Marlon knew the dark-furred wolves were treated differently. The commoners didn’t treat them as help, they treated them more like equals than anything. They were allowed to live amongst the commoners peacefully and without fear. They were weak and simple-minded. They remained dirty and disgusting creatures.Worst of all, they repopulate. It seemed as though the number of dirtballs kept increasing. They were allowed to have children and those children had children and so on. The population was growing too intense to keep up with it.So, the k
Marlon waited until that night to go and speak with Deonna. He figured if Alex was going to be stupid enough to try and sneak her out of the manor grounds, then he would most likely wait until sundown. He wanted to catch Deonna in the act of getting ready to leave so he can scold her properly.Though part of him wasn’t up to actually scolding her; his wolf was telling him he needed to calm down, despite his protests. But he was a bit hurt that Deonna wanted to leave. Yes, she was a slave of his residency. But has he not given her everything she’s asked for? She has books, clothing, food, a roof over her head, a comfortable bed to sleep upon, and she’s even getting an education.He even kept her alive for all these months while she was pregnant.He’s done nothing but provide for her against his better judgment and it was still not enough for her. He understood that her life hasn’t been the easiest; the slave farm was anything but a walk in the park. He thought that life at the manor w
A new slave has entered the manor; I wasn’t sure what to expect but a part of me was a bit jealous of the new dark-furred beauty that came into our lives. She was young like me, and she was thin. Her breasts were large and hardly fit in the rags she was given. Her hair was pitch black and fell in silky waves down her back like melted dark chocolate. Her eyes were a dark emerald green equipped with such long and gorgeous eyelashes.I could hear her chains clinking against the cobblestone walkways through the gardens as she walked. She was being escorted by Marlon; he walked a distance in front of her while gripping her chains and tugging her along with him. His expression was hard to read but it made my skin crawl.It gave me flashbacks of the days when I had to wear chains as well. I rubbed my throat, thinking about how close the shackles around my neck were to cut off my air supply.The young girl had bruises along her jawline, and she looked utterly exhausted.They were heading towa
Dr. Lovewitt was over in just a few hours. We managed to sneak Mateo in through the gardens and into the manor undetected. Marlon had him lied down on his bed while Dr. Lovewitt examined him. Mateo was still burning up, and yet he was shaking to his core. I had never seen him look like this before; his cheeks were still red, and his eyes were watering without him actually crying. His lips looked a bit puffy as well.His features seemed to be thinning out a bit as well; as though he hasn’t been eating. But the bottles in the fridge have been disappearing so that didn’t make much sense to me.Dr. Lovewitt knew better than to ask further questions about Mateo and ask why he was still residing in the manor. Regardless, Marlon would never reveal the truth.I sat beside Mateo with tears staining my features as my sweet baby boy struggled to grasp his breath. Dr. Lovewitt placed a small IV of a clear liquid in Mateo’s right arm; Mateo also had a breathing mask because he was struggling to br
“You let him take our son!!!” I cried to Marlon; I was pacing around his study frantically.Tears stained my features, and I could hardly breathe. I just watched a light-furred doctor walk out the door with Mateo wrapped in a blanket and wearing a bonnet as a disguise. My body was trembling, and I could hardly keep my composure.Marlon seemed too calm for his own good; he was so wound up not long ago but now he was sitting there and staring at me like I was overreacting. My dark-furred son was heading into a kingdom full of racists that would have a field day with him and wouldn’t hesitate to throw him on a slave farm.“Relax,” Marlon said, sounding annoyed as I continued to pace through the study.I was feeling hot all over with anger when he said that.“Dr. Lovewitt knows that if anything happens to Mateo, he’ll have me to answer to. I assure you, it wouldn’t be worth it for him,” Marlon assured me.I knew he was right; Marlon was intimidating and terrifying. Dr. Lovewitt would be s
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