Marlon couldn’t know what I just found out; I didn’t want him to know that I was on to him and that I knew about my parent’s death. He had just confessed to me his feelings towards me and then I find out he’s been keeping this secret from me.How long has he known about this?I felt sick just thinking about it.If I had to guess, I would say he knew about this from day one; the moment I stepped onto the Roessler grounds he probably knew about it. He didn’t think to tell me; I get that I was nothing more than a dirtball slave to him, but he didn’t think I had the right to know about my own parent’s death?Who am I kidding? Of course, I didn’t have the right to know about their deaths. I was a slave. I wasn’t anything more than that; except now I was a slave with a child. Marlon’s child.He lied to me.Everything that comes out of his mouth was a lie. Did he really expect me to believe that he had feelings for me? He was known to be one of the racist men in the country and I thought for
Marlon had no idea what was going on with Deonna, but he couldn’t ponder too much about it. She was fine the night before during their night of passion; he even went as far as to tell her of his feelings towards her. Granted he probably shouldn’t have done that because she was right, she was a slave. But she was also more to that to him; it took him up until recently to admit that to himself. But his wolf had always known that and has been trying to tell him that since Deonna arrived.Now, she was acting cold and distant towards him. Perhaps his confession rubbed her the wrong way, and it took until this morning for her to realize it. He worried he came off too strong and that he was losing her forever.He had to brush that thought out of his mind though because, from the sounds of the pounding at the manor, the duke had arrived.Once Marlon reached the foyer, he was faced with the duke and a couple of the duke’s men. A couple of Marlon’s guards stood nearby along with Winston who was
I felt as though I couldn’t breathe; I was holding my breath the entire time the Duke of North-Valley and Marlon were in the small foyer area, right outside the door. I could hear them so clearly it was as if they were standing right next to me. The duke had touched the door handle and I could nearly see my life flashing before my eyes. The room was closing in on me and I kept thinking to myself, “this is it. This is how I’m going to die. At the hands of a duke.”I guess there could be worse ways to die, but then what about Mateo? It’s how he would die too, and I didn’t want that for him. I could hear the footsteps of the men on the floor above me; they were raiding through the manor to specifically look for Mateo and me.How did they even find out about us?We’ve been doing so well at keeping us on the down-low.I kept Mateo, who was still sleeping, pressed firmly against my chest, even after the duke was gone. My body was trembling, and I felt tears burning in my eyes. I don’t know
Something was definitely wrong; Deonna has been acting strangely for days and now she’s requesting to go back to her duties in the rose garden with the rest of the maids. It was like she wanted nothing to do with Marlon. It was unsettling for his wolf because neither of them understood what they did wrong.All Marlon has been wanting to do is protect her and it seems as though that was no longer good enough. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to be protected. She spent the majority of her life caring for and protecting herself; after being taken away from her family she hasn’t had anybody except for herself.Marlon watched Deonna often from the window of his study as she worked in the garden. He could see the beads of sweat piling on the back of her neck and dripping into the fabrics of her dress as the heat of the sun poured into her tanned skin. She kept her hair wrapped because the sight of her unruly dark hair was disgusting to the maids. He knew better than to step in to defend her m
The workday felt much longer than usual; it’s been a few days since I told Marlon I wanted to return to my duties, I wasn’t prepared for what that involved though. The other maids I worked around seemed to find me to be an even bigger threat to them than I had been when I first arrived. Beatrice has always been cold towards me, but the other maids have always tolerated me. Now, they treated me as though I was straight-up gutter trash.They wanted nothing to do with me; whenever I came around, they would quickly stop speaking. I could tell they were talking about me. It was weird for them because I had Mateo with a mystery guy; they all assumed Mateo was Marlon’s because he was allowing me to keep him at the manor. Plus, a couple of the maids had seen Marlon holding Mateo.Rumors were going around fast; it was no wonder word was already traveling around the kingdom. It was no wonder the Duke of North-Valley was already aware of the situation and alerted the king and queen.Mid-afternoo
“You’re letting Alex care for our son?” I tried to keep her temper in, but I was so hurt and angry with Marlon that I couldn’t help myself.Marlon sat at his desk in his study, wide-eyed, as I stood at the doorway with anger boiling out of me. How DARE he allow Alex to care for our child without consulting me about it first. I know I was only a dirtball slave to him, but I still mattered when it came to the decision-making of MY child.I could feel tears burning in my eyes as I stared at his confused expression. He put down his pen and looked up at me as I stalked towards him.“Alex will be fine. He knows he’d have to answer to me if any harm comes to Mateo,” Marlon tried to defend himself.That wasn’t good enough for me.“You should have told me first. You should have said something. Anything,” I hissed to him.He shot to my feet.“When? You avoid me every time I try to say something to you. When would have been a good time to say something?” He asked, raising his tone.I pressed my
It wasn’t fair.She was just a dirtball slave; she was bottom of the barrel gutter trash and nothing more. Yet there was something about her that Marlon couldn’t resist. She knew it from the moment Marlon and Deonna were in the same room with one another the night she laced his food with that drug.There was no mistaking the illuminating glow their wolves had during their embrace. That food wasn’t meant for Deonna to eat; it was meant for Marlon and Marlon alone. It was supposed to be Petra and Marlon that night. It was supposed to be Petra that made love to Marlon.Since she arrived at the manor a few months before Deonna, she had an attraction toward Marlon. However, it seemed as though regardless of the advances she made toward him, he was never going to want her in the same way.It was infuriating.No more infuriating at the fact that she had a baby because of that one stupid night. Mateo. What a stupid name for a baby. As the days went on, Petra grew more bitter. She tried to bit
I lay sleeping with Mateo close to me, in the shack. After everything that had happened, everything that I learned, I wasn’t ready to face Marlon again. It was too much for me to handle; he told me he loved me. I know how my wolf feels about him, but I couldn’t bring myself to give into him.What kind of outcome would it end up being? It would result in our deaths, and it wasn’t worth the childish temptations. Plus, I had Petra on my tail, and I couldn’t risk her finding anything more out. Right now, she only thinks everything is just a rumor; she has no proof otherwise and the proof she does have will only get her in trouble.She showed so much interest in Marlon; I had no idea she felt that way. Though I wasn’t surprised. Marlon was as handsome as can be everyone in the kingdom fangirled over him and I could see how some of the maids looked at him as well. Petra was a beautiful woman with her long silky blonde hair and her large breasts that nearly popped out of her maid uniform. Sh
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