Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around
~Ezinne~ We rode through the vast, lush landscapes of his kingdom, a heavy tension hanging between us like the heavy fog that cloaked the distant hills. The rhythmic hoofbeats of our horses were the only sounds that broke the silence. I couldn't decide if the pounding in my ears was the horse
"Am I permitted to question His Majesty?" I asked as we came to a stop beneath a towering tree. "I brought you here with a purpose in mind," he responded. He dismounted with an ease that spoke of his familiarity with the act and extended a hand towards me. Accepting his assistance, I found
~Malik~ I walked into the drawing-room, meeting the curious gazes of Rafe, Soren, and Kael. My fated mate was here in my territory, and she was safe; finding her was no longer a problem. I would have relaxed, after having her here. She would have just been any other ordinary woman if she hadn't
"Rafe, she is but a lost she-wolf. She will be under our surveillance every moment of the day. She is probably lost." "Why introduce her as your guest to the people? We have specific ways to handle strangers. Don't you think you're giving her way too much freedom?" Rafe pressed. "No."
~Ezinne~ A heavy thud made me bolt up into a sitting position, sleep caking the corners of my eyelids. I rubbed my eyes to wipe away the remnants of sleep. As my vision came into focus, I saw Rhea standing imposingly at the foot of my bed, arms folded across her chest, and her face twisted i
I even know that Rhea's role as my handmaiden wasn't a demotion, as she would have me believe, but rather a strategic placement by Malik to spy on me. Sometimes, I also think Rhea tries to rile me up on purpose to get information from me. That was why I needed to be careful. I was given the freedom
I was on the verge of responding when the distant echo of a shout reached us, its intensity was like that of a battle cry. I halted, focusing on the source of the noise, and Rhea paused as well. "That's the sound from the training ground. The warriors are practising," she explained.