ARTHUR & MILA “I am ready,” Mila whispered on Arthur’s lips. “I am ready…” she repeated hoarsely. Arthur pulled back and looked at her face, her beautifully shining face. There was a raw look there, a brazen look that said more than her words. Her blue eyes were filled with desire and he could see the hunger in it. Arthur swallowed as the forthcoming moments sent shivers down his spine. “What’s wrong?” Mila asked, a bit amused by his expressions and a bit confused. “I love you…” he whispered hoarsely as he continued to stare at her face. “Then show me with your body too,” and in one swift motion, she took off the dress she was wearing and now stood in her bra and her pants. Arthur’s eyes flickered down her milky white skin and back to her face. “You are absolutely divine,” Arthur started again, but Mila placed her hand on his lips. “Enough talks, Arthur Collins,” Mila spoke in a sensual tone, “now, it is time to put your body in motion,” and removing her hand from his mouth,
ARTHUR & MILA The next morning when Arthur and Mila woke up, they were in their human form and they felt contented. It was actually Arthur’s thoughts in Mila’s head that made her stir. “Umm… not right now, I am sleeping,” Mila moaned as she adjusted herself on the pillow. “What did I say?” Arthur asked, amazed. He was grinning and his smile was audible in his voice. “Just what you want to do to me,” Mila smiled in her sleep too. “I am tired, very tired.” “Just after one round?” Arthur wondered. “Not just one round, Grace’s body is mine too, isn’t it?” Mila yawned. “Wake up,” Arthur ordered. “Just open your eyes.” With grave difficulty and silent pleas to sleep more, Mila did the needful as she thought that maybe she would sleep early that night. “No, I would not let you sleep early ever,” Arthur spoke, but not in words but in his mind. Mila’s sleep vanished. She narrowed her eyes and stared at him thinking, “Am I hearing your thoughts?” “I think you are,” Arthur thought to
ARTHUR & MILA“I don’t want to go back alone,” Arthur spoke in the evening when they found in themselves to speak.The beauty of true and new love was the passion and desire for one another. Every moment, every ounce of strength that Arthur and Mila had, they spent wrapped around each other. And when they slept, well, Grace and Bash indulged in carnal pleasures.Their bond was now very strong, stronger than they had anticipated. They were not just listening to each other’s thoughts all the time, they were also sensing their moods. The intention also was coming through to them without any effort.“Why would you go alone?” Mila asked seriously.“Would you come with me?” Arthur asked excitedly. “I think I need to introduce you to father now. He needs to meet my mate and sever ties with Chloe.”“Okay,” Mila nodded.But as Arthur’s thoughts moved to the issues Chloe’s family would raise and the potential of war, Mila placed her head on his shoulder.“You don’t need to fear war, Arthur,” Mi
ARTHUR & MILA Later that evening Mila and Arthur met with Osho to discuss the path ahead. “I see radiance,” Osho smiled as he saw Mila’s face. “I see your happiness and that, in turn, makes me very happy, Mila - Sharpe - Daniels - Collins,” and he smiled genuinely. “She soon with be a Collins,” Arthur beamed too. “Soon is yet to pass, Arthur Collins. Many incredible challenges lay ahead of you both, so, that future, though not uncertain, is yet unforeseeable,” Osho replied and both Arthur and Mila looked at each other, confused. “What kind of many incredible challenges?” Arthur asked tentatively. “You will see as they will come to pass, Arthur Collins,” Osho shook his head. “What is it you both wanted to know when you came to see me?” he asked. Mila and Arthur hesitated. “We need to go and declare that we are mates back in Collins kingdom,” Arthur spoke. “To my
ARTHUR & MILA “Father!” Arthur exclaimed, feeling appalled. “When you are of my age, you will understand. This filth,” he spat at the floor, “woman nothing more than a beggar, can never be your queen!” It was perhaps the repetition of the words ‘filth’ and ‘beggar’ that triggered Arthur, as he said, “Mila is a werewolf, father, like us. She is an alpha already. She is ruling the former Keats kingdom, and very successfully. She is,” he inhaled heavily, “of a pure bloodline. Of a powerful ancestry, and is a true alpha!” His father took a step back at these words. “True alpha?” his father whispered in shock. “Which clan does she belong to? And if she is a wolf, an alpha already, why was she living in that filthy hut?” his father demanded. “Mila show him,” Arthur ordered and Mila understood what he was asking. She hid her hand behind her back, took off gloves from one hand
ARTHUR & MILA As Mila stirred and came through, she realized she was in a prison cell. Four guards were standing outside the prison door and all looked exceptionally worried. They even looked terribly scared as they kept on giving her shifty looks. She didn’t know what Raul Collins, aka Arthur’s father told them, but she was sure he had asked them to guard her… And she didn’t know what he gave her, but it was definitely some kind of deadly poison. Mila tried to think, and call out to Arthur but she felt resistance, not from his side but from Grace’s side. Grace was weak, she was ill. It was her who was affected most by the poison. ‘Wolfsbane,’ Mila muttered to herself as she tried to sit up, but the effect of the wolfsbane was still in her body. “Sana” she muttered as she clutched her chest and felt the pain alleviate slightly. She repeated the process for a while, on her chest a few times, on her stomach, on her head and by the time – what felt like hundredth to her – she was f
ARTHUR & MILA As Arthur made Mila climb into her bed, the impact of his own father’s betrayal hit him with full force. Away from his father’s broken form, away from seeing his father getting beaten up, he realized the depth of his father’s actions. Arthur had never felt such pain in his life. The moment when the wolfsbane has taken effect in Mila’s body, it was as if a boulder had hit Arthur. Not just Mila, but Arthur too had passed out, a few seconds after Mila, yes, but he had. The pain was unbearable. But how could he do it? His own father poisoned his mate. If his own father would do things like this, what would the world do? Was Osho indeed right? Was her Sharpe blood deadlier than he had anticipated? Would everyone target her? Arthur sat beside her and looked at her pained expressions. He knew she was not hurting physically, the magical flower would have ensured that her every ailment was taken care of. Her situation was more emotional and psychological. Arthur could not even
ARTHUR & MILA Everyone was stunned by Mila’s announcement. And Arthur was ashamed. Everyone was looking at him, partly with a confused expression and partly with accusing look. “I made a mistake,” Arthur sighed as he rubbed his face with his hands. He just didn’t know what to say or do. “I didn’t know my father had a genealogy that has photos. I didn’t know he would know what the original Daniels – Sharpe looked like. He just made the connection somehow and looked it up!” “How did he know? How he sensed that connection?” Osho demanded. “I transformed for him,” Mila sobbed. “What?” Osho gasped. “She semi-transformed. A power that only reigning alpha has,” Arthur corrected. “And he saw the red glint,” Osho deduced. “My Grace was red,” Mila choked as she remembered the bright red colour of Grace’s fur, and another pang of guilt and hurt engulfed her. “Don’t you know that the Sharpe clan was popular for being red?” Osho demanded. “That the connection between red and danger start