MILA It felt to Mila that Arthur had not just slapped her, but he had slapped her repeatedly over the course of the conversation. Yes, he didn’t know that it was her, Mila, who was the red wolf, but still! How could he be so narrow-minded? How could he believe that Grace was an incarnation of devil himself? That Grace was the deadliest, most dangerous and darkest of all beings? “But he didn’t know about us,” Grace spoke. “If only you would tell him!” But how could Mila tell Arthur, especially now when she knew what he felt for red wolf? Yes, there were a lot of superstitions linked to her wolf, and he was right, every superstition has a base, has a reason, but how could he believe that so bluntly? In so many days, weeks, together, he never hinted he had a problem with old superstitions? “Bash saw me, Mila,” Grace admitted. “He was drawn to me, and I to him. Only I knew how I had controlled myself.” Mila shook her head at this. What was Arthur thinking, Mila needed to know. But
MILA As Mila lay beside Arthur, her heart pounded indecently. She could still feel him inside her head. Had their minds linked? “I don’t know,” Arthur panted beside her. He too was out of breath. “But whatever it was, it was incredible. If superficial sex is like this with you, I wonder what actual sex would be!” “He means ‘magical’ sex,” Grace guffawed in Mila’s head and Arthur’s head jerked in her direction. “What was that?” Arthur demanded. “Well, it was not superficial, it was ‘magical’,” Mila replied audibly, trying to mask Grace’s voice. Arthur stared at her with narrowed eyes and Mila knew what he was wondering. She could hear his thoughts loud and clear. Arthur closed his eyes and stopped thinking abruptly. Mila too stared at the roof and relaxed her breathing. As she deeply inhaled and exhaled, it felt like something was slipping out of her grip. As she controlled her emotions, as she detached herself from the moments she had been intimate with Arthur, the connection
ARTHURArthur knew this already. He knew all this already. He knew that Mila was a wolf, how else their minds would link. He also knew that Mila’s wolf, Grace, was a red wolf. He had been trying to get her to confess for the whole night. But then why, why oh why, was he shocked?He stared at her hand in disbelief, a part of him, mostly led by Bash, wanted to get ahead and touch her wolf’s side, but another part of him, that could hear his father’s dire warnings and that caretaker’s threats about how Sharpe clan wolves devour other Alpha’s sons whole, was not letting him step closer to her.A loud rap on the door brought them both to their senses.Mila shook her hand and it was back to her human self in front of Arthur’s eyes. He was impressed. He could never do partial transformation before. His father could, but he was the Alpha. And as far as he knew, only true alpha of the clan could do this. This power came with the spark that raised the normal wolf above all others.Still wonderi
ARTHUR & MILA Arthur and Mila stared at each for a long moment, where both minds had a lot of things running through. Arthur was worried about his people. Sharpe clan, though a legend, had been the deadliest of all clans. The monstrous acts that the alpha of Sharpe clan had committed in his time were legendary. It was because of him that werewolf population was limited in present time… How could he make a Sharpe woman his queen? Mila was worried about her future with Arthur. The look Arthur wore on his face said enough to Mila that she just crossed her legs and sat up straight. Her fears were real, and it didn’t matter what Arthur had promised her, what assurances he had given her with respect to his love, but Mila could see his faith dwindling. She could see fear in his eyes. She could see that now Arthur didn’t just look at her as his mate, but as the descendant of a devil housed clan! “Mila, I think –” Arthur started but Mila just shook her head. They both were naked, they both
MILA Mila stared at the spot where she had pushed Arthur moments ago. Arthur, her mate, her love, her source of happiness. She didn’t know if their parting happened on the right moment or not. What if they have had sex properly and then he had left her? What if she was pregnant with his child? At least then she would have had someone to call her own? But then the sting of betrayal would have been worst, like it was for her mother. But proper sex and mating would have allowed her to show her skin to the world. She could live properly. She could breathe freely without fearing that she was enchanting others! But then she would have heard all the thoughts that must be racing in Arthur’s mind. How must he be feeling? Angry? Hatred? Scared? Would she be able to hear such emotions? No, she could not. Especially not his hatred, it would have devastated her. She didn’t know for how long she sat in the water, staring at the same spot, but a loud knock on the bathroom chambers brought her back
ARTHUR Arthur stood rooted on the spot where the portal had just closed. And it was not only Mila who had vanished from front of his eyes, but she had also vanished from his senses. Suddenly, like in an instant, Arthur stopped feeling her presence and it felt like someone had stabbed him in his chest. A deep, impenetrable hollowness was engulfing him, like there was a massive hole in his heart, which could never be filled. Arthur’s eyes welled as he kept on staring at the spot. He swayed on his feet, and found a bed. A very uncomfortable bed upon which he had kissed Mila fully once. He suddenly realized he was in Mila’s hut. He had forgotten about it. “Mila,” Arthur called, “are you here, Mila?” he asked. But he knew it was all in vain. If Mila was even remotely closer, he would have sensed her. Arthur tried to reach out to Bash, but it was as if Bash had turned his back to him. Bash was furious. And he was right. Bash had not rejected his mate, it was Arthur who had made this de
ARTHUR “You have revoked your mate? Why would you even do such a thing?” Both Arthur and Rah jumped at these words. Arthur had no idea that his confession had an audience. Arthur and Rah whipped around and saw Arthur’s father was standing there, and he had the most confusing expressions on his face. Arthur couldn’t tell if he was angry, or if he was worried, or confused. “My lord,” Rah bowed deeply and sat on his knee to address the Alpha. “Leave us,” Arthur’s father ordered, and with another deep bow and a worried glance towards Arthur, Rah left the room, taking with him empty food tray and plates. “You have got yourself a good servant,” Arthur’s father commented as he saw Rah close the door. He then looked around and nodded. “Your chambers are clean and well maintained. All good traits of a good servant!” he appreciated. “Yes, Rah is good,” Arthur nodded, “and he is not just my servant, he is also my friend and confidant!” “I realized as much, given how you just confessed yo
ARTHUR Arthur’s father left him in a confused state of mind. He didn’t understand what was happening, and Arthur had no courage to tell him as well. That day, Arthur spent his every moment in bed. Rah came back to his room the moment his father had left and didn’t leave his side. Considering Arthur was not willing to talk, Rah gave him company in silence. As Rah’s head drooled from one side to another in his sleep, Rah had dozed off due to quiet and boredom, Arthur realized his father was right. Rah was an excellent servant and Arthur should appreciate him more often. A knock awoke Rah with a jerk. He rushed forward to open the door and Arthur saw Tony standing there. “My lord,” Tony bowed in front of Arthur as he stepped in. Arthur motioned for Rah to close the door. “Is my lord alright? Your command has been waiting for your return desperately. We have been training everyone constantly, but it is not the same without you,” Tony spoke. Arthur nodded simply. “Are you back, si