Before I hear Alden speak, his presence radiates with a powerful intensity and the air around us shifts. Karken’ attempts to keep me in a state of high alert evaporate as soon as Alden walks in. “What are you doing, Karken?” he growls, fury searing into the very fabric of his being.“Brother,” Karken says, a smug grin crawling up his face as if their encounter was an elaborate plan to have them reunited. “We were just talking about you.”“Leave us be,” Alden demands coldly. “Cathy and I are in the midst of something.”“Of course,” Karken responds quietly, an eerie stillness settling over him as he raises one hand in submission even though no battle has been fought. “It is your castle. C'mon Khimaira, let's leave them to ignite their passion.”“Goodbye Cathy,” Khimaira says as she stands to leave her icy words cutting through the air like a blade. With a swift, almost deliberate movement of her wrists, her fingers trace the necklace around my neck and the back of her hand harshly brush
I am desperate for contact, lying in the darkness of the garden, spread out over the empty pool. A single candle flickers at the foot of the bed, emphasizing my nudity and rising sensations. My right hand moves between my thighs, pushing and rubbing circles against my sensitive spots as my left hand fondles my breasts, tugging and squeezing each nipple in an exquisite rhythm. With heightened arousal, a shadow appears in the corner and I recognize him instantly. “Alden,” I whisper. “Come to me. Immerse yourself into me and fill me with your cocks. I want you double penetrate me and I want to be filled with your precious seeds.” There is no hiding my desire as I beg for him to breed me.Alden's wild, guttural roar courses through me, intensifying my desire for him until I can barely breathe. I struggle to find the words to plead with him to come closer, my body writhing with need and my throat croaking out incoherent whimpers of longing. A blackness descends over my vision, as if my sen
Lena's lips pull tight as she places the vase back on the shelf with a heightened precision, her eyes locking on every angle until it's back in perfect symmetry to the way she found it. The action instantly sparks a memory that shatters Lena's fragile facade of composure. She turns to me and speaks through gritted teeth, “My brother wanted this room, wanted it for himself like some sort of trophy. He was never content with his own chambers, three times the size. He'd hunt and then force our father to hang up the heads of whatever creatures he killed on my walls – something about him being the heir or some other nonsense that I never cared for. I just wanted my own space, somewhere I could be free from his intrusions, but they refused to let me have that."I try to fill the void of silence and offer a feeble response, “Sounds like you two wouldn’t have gotten along as children.” Lena's face softens and a genuine smile spreads across it as if she is reliving fond memories. “It was nothi
I hesitantly push open the door and a wave of mixed emotions wash over me. Silence fills the air and for a moment, I am relieved; I am not sure what to expect walking into this room and the stillness soothes my nerves. But then, I am reminded just how powerful of a presence Alden’s voice can fill a room with and I tense up, knowing that I must face him now.This is not a room I am familiar with, but its grandness is unmistakable. Portraits line the walls of men who look just like Alden and Karken, wearing crowns on their heads and dates written underneath them. In the center is a circular table that takes up much of the space in the room. This table must have seen many important decisions made at the peak of this kingdom, such as right now when Alden and Karken sit around it. Khimaira is also next to Karken, her head peeking up to look at me when I come in, before quickly looking away and burying her head in Karken’ lap. I am conflicted; I am not sure if what she is doing is appropria
Of my four audiences, Alden is the only one who looks horrified while the other three seem like they are having the times of their lives. I truly do not care what any one of them thinks as I have said my piece so I just turn around and walk out of the room. Alden is the only person in the room who looks distressed; the other three seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. Out of my four spectators, he is the only one who wears a look of dismay. I don't pay any attention to the thoughts of the others in the room as I spin on my heel and march out. On my way out, the only sound is the sound of my shoes echoing off the walls, as the room remains deathly silent. I don't even bother to glance back, confident in the fact that I've just gained some ground with Alden. The moment I step out, I exhale the breath that I hadn't even realized I was holding. All the tension, fear, and anxiety that had kept me from expressing my true feelings suddenly come flooding out. My head spins, and I grab
I nod in agreement but I know deep down that my appetite is not something that I can actively control. It is not as if I have been refusing to eat on purpose, I have just not had the stomach for it. Satisfied with my answer, the servants lead me out of the room and take me to the garden where I am cleaned up. After dressing up in my room, I sit back on the bed and begin to think about the events of last night. I am asking myself questions that I know I cannot provide the answers to but that I wish time will reveal to me. Who can I trust? Who is my enemy? In the middle of my deep thinking, the door opens again and Herb walks in with Teon. “Your breakfast is ready,” Teon says. For a moment, I consider just following them and stuffing myself with the food as hard as I can but even the thought of that disgusts me. It is unfortunate that every time I think about the situation I am in, I lose my appetite. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I want to eat anything right now,” I say, unable t
That night, a storm blowing outside prevents me from falling asleep. The cracks of thunder and the flash of lightning accompanied by a violent sound of rain and wind, keep my eyes wide open and cause me to flinch every other second. Ever since I was a child, I have been scared of heavy downpour but more recent events have even compounded this fear. As I lay still, I feel my heart pound harder and harder against my chest until it starts to hurt and my throat starts to constrict. I sit up immediately, knowing that my breathing is getting harder and my vision is getting blurry. But the storm does not let up so the condition that is making me panic only gets worse. In a matter of seconds I can hear my breathing coming out as whistles, loud enough for me to hear despite the windy storm. I might actually die tonight. Just then, the door swings open. My first thought is that somebody is about to attack me during this storm when I will be unable to scream for help so I shift backwards on the
After Lena walks out of the room, I am left with nothing but the jarring realization that I have been played despite that being all that I have tried to prevent. Strangely, I feel strongly opposed to being forced out of this castle despite my freedom being a song that I have been singing since I got here. I suppose I would just rather the choice of leaving or staying be mine. Besides, I still feel like Alden and I have so much unfinished business and I would like to see where it goes. My first thought after Lena practically threatens to throw me out of the castle is to go to Alden but I know that I cannot do that. Lena might be evil but Alden is not innocent either. Going back to him so easily and so soon would only mean that the entire scene I created in the name of standing up for myself and demanding answers was for nothing. So, I decided to go to the only other person in this castle with some power. Karken’ chambers are on the same floor as Alden’s only six doors down. To get to
Eleanor's POVEleanor stood at the edge of the path leading to her childhood home. The house looked exactly as she remembered it. It was as if time had stood still here, but Eleanor knew that everything had changed, especially her.She took a deep breath, her heart pounding heavily in her chest, each step forward feeling heavier than the last. As she approached the house, all the memories came flooding back. All those moments seemed distant now, like they belonged to another life.Eleanor hesitated at the foot of the steps leading up to the front door. Her hand trembled as she reached out. It felt surreal, standing here after everything she had been through. Would they recognize her? Would they believe the story she had to tell? She wondered if they had moved on, if they had accepted her disappearance, or if they had kept hoping for her return.She now regretted turning down Charlotte's offer to come with her, her presence would have helped her nerves. She shook her head, trying to d
Alden held me close as we made our way inside the castle. The walls of the castle seemed to close in around us as we rushed through the corridors, each step a struggle as I fought to keep myself together.“Just a little further,” Alden whispered, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”Teon and Herb flanked us, their faces etched with concern as they helped guide me down the hall. Eleanor and Charlotte followed closely behind, whispering words of encouragement.We reached the small room just off the main hall, where a large bed had been hastily prepared. I barely registered the soft sheets and the warmth of the fire as Alden helped me onto the bed, his hands never leaving mine. The room was filled with the scent of herbs and flowers.Khimaira bustled in closely behind, her demeanor calm and composed. She took one look at me and nodded, as if she’d seen this a thousand times before. “Let’s get you comfortable,” she said gently, her hands working quickly.Th
I stood at that altar, lost in Alden's eyes. The world faded away and the only thing I felt was the warmth of his hand on my cheek. But then, a mocking cough from somewhere around us pulled us back to reality. We turned our heads slightly to see Lorin standing a few feet away, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Alden, ignoring my protests, had decided that he would officiate the wedding. “Shall we begin?” Lorin asked, his voice steady, as he proceeded to stand between us. This was really happening. I took a deep breath, calming my nerves. Alden's hand dropped from my cheeks, but he didn't move away. Instead, he took my hand in his, his touch reassuring. It was as though he knew exactly how I felt and I was grateful for that. The garden was silent and it felt like the only sound I could hear was my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. As Lorin began to speak, his voice carried a solemnity that settled over us all. “This union is more than a marriage,” Lorin began, his words measured.
The sun rays filtered in through the large window, casting a soft glow over the room. Charlotte and Eleanor flanked my sides, adjusting and readjusting different parts of my dress. We were gathered in front of a large mirror in the largest room in Alden's castle. I could hardly believe this day had come- my wedding day. It had been three months since the chaos with Lachlan and Lena. Three months since we returned home and had settled into a peaceful routine. But even with the calm, I still found it hard not to look over my shoulders. The weight of the past months still clung heavily to me. “I can't believe it's really happening,” I say gently, almost to myself. “I'm getting married in a few hours.”Charlotte, who had been focused on arranging my hair in the right bun, paused and smiled at me gently. “Neither can I,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “It all still feels like a really long dream.”We both turned our attention to Eleanor, who was fussing with the lace of my gown
Cathy's POV Lachlan's fortress was a hive of activity as we prepared to leave. The halls which were once cold and silent, buzzed with the clatter and murmur of voices. It felt strange indeed. Alden had wanted some time for me to recover fully before we left. His arm was wrapped firmly around me, supporting me as we walked through the halls. This place had been home to me for weeks now, but I had never freely walked these halls. We were waiting for the final preparations before leaving, and in the meantime, Alden had called for a meeting with Lorin. We were the last to arrive, as Karken, Eleanor and Charlotte sat around a large polished table in the hall. Lorin, dressed in black robes, stood afar off. The air was thick with tension and I could sense that the moment was heavy with unspoken weight. “Lorin,” Alden began, his face set determinedly. “I believe you have honored our agreement.”Lorin inclined his head in agreement, stepping out of the shadows. “Indeed,” He took another wa
Lorin's departure left a heavy silence in the air. There was a wave of unanswered questions running through my mind and I could not shake my feeling of unease. I was happy to be conscious and reunited with the ones I loved dearly. However, given the events of the last couple weeks, I couldn't be comfortable in my happiness. Paranoia. That was the word. I was expecting something ominous to happen, some bad news or enemy to pop up out of nowhere. Alden returned to my side, his face etched with a mixture of relief and something else i couldn't quite decipher. He took my hand in his once again and I felt a tremor run through me. His presence beside me was a reassuring comfort. Perhaps I was overthinking. Perhaps all I needed was just answers. Maybe, just maybe, our happily ever after had come. “What happened?” I rasped, looking intently at him. “How are you here? Where's Lachlan?” I did not mean for the questions to tumble out in a rush, but I was overwhelmed. Alden squeezed my hand, h
Cathy's POVI hear chaos in my surroundings from my unconscious state. The clatter pulling me back to reality from a dream I was having about me and Alden and our baby. It was a girl. A beautiful chubby little girl running around the garden to our delight. It was a dream I did not want to wake up from. There was a sudden burst of white light and I could feel warmth radiating through my body. The garden and Alden and the child had all vanished and I was left standing alone surrounded by nothing. I stood confused in this state for a moment before hearing a faint voice calling my name. The voice was unmistakably Charlotte's. My eyelids flutter open, the harsh light of the room making me squint. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I try to adjust my vision to my surroundings, the events of my last moments before passing out come flooding back. Panic claw at me as I remember our failed escape attempt. Eleanor. What had happened to her?As my vision unblurs itself fully, I am in utter shoc
The journey north was long and filled with tension. Every rustle of the leaves sent a jolt of panic through Alden, reminding him that they could all be walking into a trap. But he pushed on, fueled by the need to reach Cathy. Finally, they reached the northern fortress. The sun was setting, its rays casting long skeletal shadows on the fortress gates. There was an unsettling quiet in the air as they trooped in through the gates. There were no guards patrolling the gates. It was as though they had heard of Lachlan's defeat and had deserted the fortress. Lorin, seemingly unfazed by the atmosphere, led them through the fortress gates and into the castle. No one spoke, the only sound was the echo of their footsteps on the cold stone floor. It was clear that they were all feeling the weight of the tension that hung heavy in the air. They finally reached a large chamber at the end of a long passageway. Lorin pushed the heavy door of the chamber, letting them all in. The air inside was
Alden stared at Lorin, his mind reeling. The sorcerer's words had caused a heavy silence to hang in the air. His actions were no doubt justifiable but they had only his word to support his claims. “Enough about ancient grudges, Beast King,” Lorin rasped, regaining his composure. “I believe you have more pressing concerns.” He added, staring intently at Alden, his yellow eyes gleaming in the torchlit meeting hall. “The whereabouts of your queen, no doubt?”Alden's ears perked up as he shifted in his seat. His gaze flickered to Charlotte, whose knuckles had turned white as she firmly gripped her seat.“She lives,” Lorin said, his voice taking on a strange sympathy. “For now.”Charlotte gasped, her grip tightening on the chair. The words “for now” dripped with an ominous weight. “What do you mean ‘for now?” She demanded, her eyes widening. Lorin finally shifted his gaze from Alden to her, a flicker of something akin to pity crossing his face. “Her life is…in grave danger.” He said slow