It’s been months since Deonna left. Marlon couldn’t handle not being around her, but he knew it was the best decision for them all. Surprisingly enough, the king hasn’t sent anyone to the manor to search for Deonna and Mateo. He figured that the queen must have convinced him otherwise and he was thankful to her for that.Despite all the workers Marlon had, the manor seemed so empty and quiet without Deonna and Mateo. He felt the tugging and pained sensation of his wolf crying out to her nearly every night. He missed holding her and having sex with her and kissing her. He missed the feeling of her body entangled with his. Her dark features were radiantly beautiful; something he used to despise he now couldn’t get enough of.He hasn’t spoken to anyone about Deonna and Mateo since they left. He can see how workers around the manor look at him; they are starting to lack respect for him. Winston eyes Marlon like he was worried that Marlon might fall off the wagon at any moment. Beatrice an
“Deonna?” Kamala said, standing at the doorway of my bedroom.She kept her voice hushed because Mateo was still asleep across the hall. It was nearing morning; We could see the faint sunlight rising through the distance between the fabrics that blocked the window. I hadn’t been able to sleep since we arrived at the village a few months ago, so it wasn’t odd that she knew I was awake.I was holding one of the books that Marlon had given me during my time at the manor; this was the third time I read this book. I still couldn’t put it down. My tear-stained features looked up from the book and at Kamala who was looking at me with such concern in her eyes,She was beginning to adapt well to the village. She began working at one of the clothing markets. She made a couple of good friends. I could also see her life returning to her; it was a good look for her, and I couldn’t be happier. However, I was having trouble adapting, as was Mateo.“You’ve been acting weird since we got here,” Kamala
It didn’t take long to get back to the manor; I never thought I would ever step foot back on the Roessler grounds. The guards stared at me like I had 8 heads on my shoulders as we approached the gate. I didn’t think they were going to allow us through.“What business do you have here, slave?” One of the guards asked, sizing me up and his eyes scanning Mateo curiously and suspiciously.“I need to speak with Marlon,” I told them.They looked amongst each other for a long while. Kamala stepped to my side.“He’s going to want to see her; if he finds out you denied her access, it’ll be your heads on the stake,” she warned them.Surprisingly enough, they started to look worried. They looked her over carefully to find any signs of bluffing. When they saw none, they finally nodded and stepped aside.“Thank you,” I told them all as I rushed past them and through the yards of the manor.I saw some glimpses of the maids in the gardens staring at me. They had their mouths hanging open; I’m sure t
Deonna laid sleepily in his arms; her naked body still pressed against him. He traced his fingers down the spine of her back and she wiggled as it ticked her. Her dark hair fell messily around her face and dampened from her sweat. He used his other hand to move the hair from her features and bring her face up to him so he could gaze into her light brown eyes.He kissed her soft lips and breathed in her musky and gorgeous scent. She was mesmerizing to him. Her body was so soft, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted more of her but he knew they needed to spend some time talking.He held her close, not ever wanting to let her go.He couldn’t believe she was actually there; when he first saw her standing in the foyer, he was worried something had happened that caused her to need to show up there. But his wolf told him that she just missed him and wanted to see him. Now that she was here, he didn’t want to let her go again. It would destroy him if she left again.“We should talk,” h
Sitting in a guest bedroom of the Roessler manor was never something Kamala thought was going to happen. She spent most of her life on the run until she was captured and put on the slave farm; then once she got out of the slave farm, she was on the run again. Being on the run was all she ever knew until she met Deonna once again.Once she and Deonna connected, she decided to stick around. She couldn’t just abandon her dear friend and her friend’s son. She needed to be here in case things went south; and knowing Marlon Roessler, anything could go south at any moment.Marlon might have freed the slaves and fought in a war to protect Deonna and Mateo, but he was far from being a trusted wolf. Regardless of what they do, she didn’t trust any noble or royal. She only knew them to be greedy and ruthless. They were racists who fed off the misery of dark-furred wolves.Kamala knew this second hand.She was born to 2 slaves that resided in a noblemen’s home. They were able to hide the pregnanc
Who did that girl think she was? She had no right to be that mouthy to the son of a nobleman. She needed to know her place; she needed to learn her place. But if anything happened to her, Deonna would be on his tail. If Deonna was on his tail, then his father would surely be on his tail as well.It wasn’t fair.He wasn’t supposed to be nice to the slaves. His father born and raised him to hate the dark-furred wolves. They were disgusting, unordinary, uneducated, and vile creatures. That’s what his father had always taught him. Now his father was in bed with one and allowing another one to sleep in the guest bedroom.A chill went down his spine as he thought about it.Kamala was definitely an interesting thing. She didn’t seem to fear him as most slaves would. Then again, she was protected by his father, so she probably felt safer with that knowledge. If only she knew she wasn’t as safe as she thought.Nobody was.“Bob?” A familiar voice said through the wolf link.Alex.It was a few
Alex was alive?PETRA was alive?? I didn’t understand. I watched Petra die. Bob ripped her throat out right in front of me; I watched her dead body fall into the creek and float away. There was no way she could be alive.How was it even possible that Alex was alive? Granted, I didn’t see what happened after I left with Mateo, but from the way Bob was going for him, I thought for sure he would have died in that fight.Did Bob let him escape?Marlon was pacing around the study; panic was clear in his expression, even though he would never let himself break down. He was too strong for that, and he always felt as though he needed to remain strong for everybody else.My heart was heavy against my chest, and I thought it was going to stop working for a moment.“Here,” I said to Kamala, passing her Mateo.She grabbed him without hesitation; I held onto my chest and pressed my back against the wall. I had to focus on my breathing. I wouldn’t allow myself to have a panic attack right now.Mar
I woke up groggily with Dr. Lovewitt back at my bedside. I wasn’t sure how long I was sleeping but from the sight of the moon shining through the bay window, I slept away the rest of the day. This was good because since getting the cufflink removed, I felt stronger at night anyways. The moon rejuvenated my strength and my wolf felt more alive than ever.I peered around the room and saw that only Marlon was there. That was a relief as well because I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I hated being the weak one.I winced at the coldness of the scope that was placed on my stomach; Marlon looked worried, as did Dr. Lovewitt. I knew they must have been discussing something before I woke up.“Oh good, you’re awake,” Dr. Lovewitt said as he took the scope off my stomach.“What’s going on?” I asked, staring between Marlon and Dr. Lovewitt.They both looked at one another with a frown before turning back to me.This didn’t seem good.“Good news and bad news,” Dr. Lovewitt said. He had a f