"And where do you suppose you are going with my fiancée?" the Alpha King's voice boons behind myself and the kind gentleman. I turn abruptly, happy for my hand to slip from the gentleman's. The gentleman turns to look at Xavier rather slowly. "Xavier… Of course, we meet again! And I must confess, you have quite the habit of showing up in all the places that I hope to never have to see your face." He said, walking slowly towards Xavier. I could tell from the sudden change in his voice and countenance that they were definitely enemies from before. The Alpha King laughed, but his eyes looked hooded and dangerous. "But you do know better than to touch what's mine, don't you?" He asked, looking very angry and dangerous. I moved along the walls until I found a sofa, and I sank gratefully into it as I watched the royal drama unfold. Sadly, it did not last. "She is not your property, Xavier! You have to learn how to treat women as human beings, and not as properties. She can decide for her
As I reached out again to pluck a handful of blueberries and stuff my mouth with them, I heard the bathroom door open, and I turned naturally to see what was going on. There was the Alpha King, wearing nothing but a towel which he tied casually about his waist. It looked like an intense stare would bring it falling off his huge, well-chiselled body. I tried to breathe, but a large piece of blueberry did not quite agree with me. I choked. I gasped and made choking sounds as he ran over to me and hurriedly administered the heimlich manoeuvre on me. As his body jammed into mine from behind, I should have been concentrating onthe stuck blueberry and the fact that I could literally die, but I was enjoying the hardness of the Alpha's King's body. I took in the feel of his dick as it rammed against me from the back, until the blueberry popped out of my mouth with a loud belch. I covered my mouth with my face, feeling very embarrassed. The Alpha King stayed, rubbing my back and asking repe
I let the warm water glide, punch and trickle down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. One thing about me was that even on a winter morning, I would always only have cold showers. The water is extra cold tonight, because the rain I had smelled on the wind had just started falling, strafing the roof like pellets. The bathroom window above me was locked, so I reached up and opened it, letting the wind and sprays of the rain enter into the shower house. I stood for a while, before lathering over and rinsing my body off. I finally patted my body dry with a fresh towel I took off the towel stand, and applied a body night cream I saw sitting in the wall cabinet. It smelled extra fruity and delicious, and was absorbed easily by my skin, leaving me smelling really great, and my skin feeling very soft and smooth. I wore the nightwear that I had carried along with me to the bathroom, and then I stood at the mirror combing and packing my hair, covering it with the satin bonnet, and I was
Becky was finally getting better, and the Greysons were very excited about it. She could finally sit up, stand up and move around again. Seeing the light slowly return to her eyes and her body, brought immense joy to her parents. But along with her bette she health, came the questions; questions whose answers they were not sure of. After having left Clara's corpse without properly disposing of it they were not sure what had become of her. "But where is Clara really, Mom?" Becky asked again for the umpteenth time. The way her eyes bored into them so boldly, it seemed like they were being cross examined on the witness stand at court. "Clara is definitely in a better place, my darling." Mrs Greyson replied again, feeling irritated and deeply troubled by the question. She looked over at Mr Greyson for backup. "Yes, Dear. Clara is good and safe in a place where no harm can ever reach her." He said, smiling and nodding At Becky. When they were alone in their room at night, "You know Bec
When the Alpha King returned to the suite, he looked around for me before coming out to the balcony to find me. When I heard the door to the balcony click open gently, I wiped the tears on my face with the back of my hand. The Alpha King walked out and stood next to me, getting the rain drops all over him. He looked at me. I faked a smile, but he lifted my chin with his index finger gently, and looked into my eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked, having to whisper into my ears because the thunderstorm was louder than our voices. I nodded at him, but I knew he was not convinced. "Is it me?" He asked again sweetly. "Did I hurt you? Are you alright?" And I smiled at him, genuinely this time, and nodded before looking away.The rest of the hours went by very slowly. The Alpha King and I stayed up, drinking glass after glass of ancient wine, talking about mundanities and philosophies. He seemed to sense that I did not like to talk about myself, so he avoided asking me any questions about my
Attus looked expectantly at me, and I tried my best to avoid his eyes. But when I looked up into his eyes, I could not bring myself to say anything that I had actually planned on saying. I had wanted to let him down nicely and not string him along, but I realised in that moment, that I never wanted to live in the Castle without his affections. "Umm… Why do you look like that, C? Are you alright?" Attus asked, and I realized where I was finally. I blinked severally and forced a smile that did little to move my face. "I am alright, my darling." I said simply, not wanting to tell him anything that would hurt him or make him just stop going all out for me. He looked doubtfully at me for a while, before nodding slowly, deciding to accept my reply or something like that. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something?" Attus reminded me, and I nodded, trying to make myself more cheerful. "Okay? I am all ears, so let's hear it." He added. "So, the Queen mother, Gamma and your mom all
The grey wolf growled low in his throat but made no move to attack, which suited Attus just fine. Attus lowered himself down onto the ground, putting a careful hand out. "It is alright. My friends are just worried about their pack leader.""Do you have friends who will protect you?" asked Attus. My mind flashed through the images of wolves running after me and the thought that perhaps there were other packs nearby made me feel a little sick. The wolf snorted and shook his head, "I don't need protection, I am the protector. But I understand your concern. There are other packs in these woods, and some of them can be quite territorial. It's survival of the fittest out here, you know."Attus nodded, understanding the concept all too well. In the world of nature, only the strongest and most adaptable survive. It was a harsh reality, but one that Attus had learned to accept during his time in the wild.The wolf continued to eye Attus warily, but didn't make any aggressive moves. Attus too
Looking over at Martha made me feel even sadder because she was at an age where I had been everyone's favourite back at home. An age where I was not allowed to raise a finger in order to reserve all of my strength for shifting into the ultimately powerful wolf that I was supposed to shift into. But there Martha stood, always being so nice and sweet and kind to me. Being my confidant and everything in between. Someone young enough to understand how difficult navigating teenage life was, but too young to offer any real insights on life. I cried harder and even more piteously, and it seemed to break Martha's heart, because she ran to my side and held my shoulders in a weird hug. It was not a full hug, but it felt so safe and warm that I felt I was going to choke from how hard I cried. I emptied all of my soul's burdens in Martha's arms. I did not know that the sobbing voice was not mine, until I was quiet for a bit. Then I realized that Martha was crying too. I pushed her off and got
I nodded, feeling grateful for her words. "I know, but I just don't know what to do. I feel so trapped."Becky leaned in, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're not trapped, sis. You always have options, even if they're not immediately clear. And remember, the only way to move forward is one step at a time."I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me. "You're right. I need to take things one step at a time. And right now, that means figuring out how to make things better for myself."Becky smiled, her eyes filled with pride. "That's the spirit. We'll figure it out together. And if you need to stay here for a while, that's perfectly fine. You're always welcome here."I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Becky. I don't know what I would do without you."We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and reminiscing about old times. And as the sun began to set, I felt a sense of hope, of optimism for the future. I knew that I still had a long road ahead of
As I continued on my way, I realized that this was one of the most fulfilling experiences I had had in a long time. Helping to bring people together and create a sense of unity was truly rewarding.But my work was not yet done. There were still external threats to the castle, and we needed to be prepared for anything that might come our way.One day, as I was walking through the castle, I heard the sound of horns in the distance. I immediately ran to the walls to see what was happening.In the distance, I could see a group of raiders approaching the castle, their banners waving in the wind. The guards on the walls were scrambling to prepare for the attack.I knew that we had to act quickly. I raced to the queen's chambers to inform her of the impending attack. She quickly assembled her advisors and knights, and we began to prepare for the defense of the castle.The knights were ready and eager for battle, and the peasants were doing their part as well. They had been trained in basic c
I'm thinking of leaving Xavier again."I said at the nail salon with Mila and Ellen, and they looked over at me with pity in their eyes." Don't look at me like I said I'll drink acid, girls!" I said, and they blinked."The Irene problem, huh?" Mila asked, and I nodded sadly."I don't want to resort to making her life miserable," I replied. "But I just can't take it anymore. She's always making snide remarks and trying to one-up me. And don't even get me started on the baby. It's like Xavier has completely forgotten about me and everything we had."Mila and Ellen exchanged a knowing glance. "Look, we get it," Ellen said. "But have you considered giving Xavier another chance? Maybe he just needs some time to come around and realize how much he's hurting you.""I've given him plenty of chances," I retorted. "But it's like he doesn't care. And as for Irene, I don't
Attus put a comforting arm around me. "I'm sorry you've been going through all of that," he said. "But you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so are your friends and family."I leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. "I know," I said. "But sometimes it feels like that's not enough. I feel like I'm trapped here, with no escape."Attus was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. Then he spoke."I know we can't change everything that's going on in the castle," he said. "But we can try to make things better, in our own small way. We can spend more time together, and with our friends. We can support each other, and be there for each other."I looked up at him, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while. "You're right," I said. "We can do that. And maybe, in time, things will get better."Attus smiled at me, his brown eyes warm and reassuring. "I believe they will," he said. "We just have to take things one day at a time, and be there for each other along the way."I nodded, fee
Months flew past like seconds and one night, Irene's loud screams woke the entire castle. She was in labour. Withy how dramatic she was, hse made life a living hell even for the Alpha King who'd had two children with me and never had to suffer so much with me. "I am dying!" She screamed, scratching, punching and kicking everyone and everything in her way. The midwife and nurses quickly arrived at Irene's chambers, trying their best to calm her down and carry her to the delivery room. It was a difficult task, as Irene continued to thrash around, screaming and cursing everyone in sight.Finally, they managed to get her to the delivery room, where she was immediately immersed in a large basin of warm water. Irene had insisted on a water birth, as she claimed it was the most natural and pain-free way to give birth. But as the contractions intensified, she began to regret her decision.The midwife and nurses did their best to support her through the labor, but it soon became clear that th
Irene sneered down at the little girl. "I don't care what you meant. Just stay out of my way from now on, or you'll regret it."Luna ran off, sobbing uncontrollably, and Orion soon found her and asked her what had happened. When Luna told him, he became upset and ran off to find me. When he found me, he told me what had happened and I immediately went to find Irene."Irene, we need to talk," I said firmly, my eyes blazing with anger."What do you want?" Irene snapped, her hand resting protectively on her pregnant belly."I want to know why you slapped my daughter," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm."She got in my way, and I warned her to stay out of it," Irene replied, her voice dripping with disdain."That's not an excuse to hit a child," I said, my voice rising. "You could have hurt her. She's just a little girl.""She should know better than to get in my way," Irene said coldly. "I don't have time for her childish games.""She's just a child!" I exclaimed, my anger getting t
"I'm sorry," I said again, my voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you both so much."Luna and Orion clung to me tightly, their tears soaking my hospital gown. I could feel the warmth of their bodies, the beating of their hearts, and I knew that I never wanted to lose them again.As we sat there, huddled together in my hospital bed, I realized just how much I had to be grateful for. Despite my struggles, I still had the love and support of my children, my family, and my friends. And as I looked at Luna and Orion's tear-streaked faces, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make things right."I promise to do better," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I promise to fight my addiction and be the best mother I can be."Luna looked up at me, her eyes wide with hope. "You mean it, Mommy?""I do," I replied firmly. "I'm going to get better for you and your brother. I want to be here for all the good moments, to watch you grow up and become the amazing people I kn
I lay in the hospital bed, feeling alone and ashamed, and I knew that I had to face my husband and own up to my mistakes. I couldn't continue to hide from him, couldn't continue to avoid the consequences of my actions.As he walked into the room, I could see the anger in his eyes, the disappointment etched on his face. He stood beside my bed, his arms crossed over his chest, and I knew that I was in for a stern lecture.He spoke to me in a voice that was both stern and compassionate, reminding me of my responsibilities as his wife and as the Queen of our kingdom. He told me that my actions had consequences, not just for myself but for our entire kingdom, and that I needed to take responsibility for my mistakes.I listened to his words, feeling the weight of his disappointment bearing down on me. I knew that I had let him down, that I had failed in my duties as his wife and as a leader in our kingdom.But even as he spoke, I could see the love and concern in his eyes, and I knew that h
As I awaken in the hospital room, I am greeted by the sight of white walls and fluorescent lights. The room was small, with a single bed in the center, and medical equipment scattered throughout the space. I felt groggy, my head aching, and my stomach churning. The events leading up to my hospitalization were hazy, but a dull ache in my chest reminded me of the intense emotions that I was experiencing.As I looked around the room, my eyes caught a glimpse of the ashtray sitting on the bedside table. I reached out and picked up the ashtray, examining the contents. It was filled with cigarette butts, and the stench of smoke filled the air. I realized that I must have smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, one after the other, in an attempt to drown out my thoughts and emotions.I remembered taking swigs from a bottle of vodka, the warmth of the liquid filling my stomach as the alcohol took effect. I felt numb and detached from my surroundings, lost in a sea of self-pity and despair.Tears