Logan came out, regained control of his body, and quickly put on his clothes. He left the cloth bracelet Atlas had given him, however, as it had taken too much effort to put the elaborate outfit back on.The white-robed man turned and looked at Logan, then at Myrene."After the ceremony, I think Master Logan should not be too exhausted. Rest for seven days afterwards," the man said.Myrene frowned. "Why?""There is poison in Master Logan's blood. A very small dose, but the poison is dangerous to the werewolf nation. I don't know how it got into Master Logan's body, but something is keeping it from spreading, thankfully," the man explained.Myrene was silent, but it was obvious that she was thinking."I will ask the doctor to take a look," Myrene decided. She wondered how there could be poison. Could it be from the food the servants gave him?But what for? Who did it?Or had Logan poisoned himself?The same thought crossed Logan's mind. Who had given him the poison? Why didn't he feel
"My queen, may I ask you to dance?" Atlas broke Myrene's tension and offered her his hand. Myrene smiled. "Master Atlas, sure." She offered her hand and Atlas gently kissed her palm and pulled her gently to the center of the room. The dancers stepped aside as soon as they arrived. Everyone marveled at the couple's beauty. Inwardly, they wondered how Myrene got all these handsome and dashing men. And bring them to their knees at the same time? Meanwhile, on his way to his chamber, Logan saw a strange person in one of the open rooms. The rooms were located on the inner side of the palace, which Logan assumed was rarely visited because of the old-looking decorations and furniture. Also on the other side of the corridor that led to the kitchen. To get to his room, he had to go through the deserted corridor and exit through a high door that led to a large open garden inside the palace. He had to go through that garden to get to his room. He had to remember this way because he realized
"Master Logan, Dr. Brewan is here!" A bodyguard informed him.Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't feel like he needed a doctor right now. All he needed was rest, for God's sake. But he was sure they wouldn't let him rest before they let the doctor in and told him he was fine.Hope all went well for him."Come in!" Logan finally ordered. He walked over to the couch and sat down lazily.Moments later a bodyguard brought in a middle-aged man dressed in all black who looked more like a gangster in the human world than a royal doctor. The man's face was very calm, with a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes looked friendly behind the frames of his glasses."Good evening, Master Logan. My name is Brewan." The man spoke as he walked over and sat down next to Logan.Logan nodded, showing the politeness he still maintained at the moment. "Listen, Doctor. I just feel weak. Nothing serious."Brewan nodded. "I'm sure, but let me check it out. I heard that you might have been poisoned."Logan
"Kneel, you can show your people how you look after them." Myrene, the Lycan Queen said in a soft voice. But her tone was insulting.Logan, the Alpha of the Nightshade pack, stood with bated breath under the throne of the Lycan kingdom, in front of many people he didn't recognize, who were now looking at him with a mixture of pity and contempt.As an Alpha with high self-esteem and dominance, he could not allow himself to be humiliated like this. Especially by a young woman who relied on power like Myrene.But, Logan knew one thing, he was there because they were lost. He failed to protect his flock. And they were all now being held captive because he failed to lead.Logan looked down. The chained herd behind him caught his attention with a heavy heart. They looked at him expectantly, but it was clear they would not allow him to grovel before the queen.A Lycan soldier shouted, "Kneel!" Logan was intimidated and under enormous pressure.His pride... Logan clenched his fists. He looked
That night, in the study room."You sure you will serve her again, Atlas?" asked Dexter, one of Myrene's consorts, a twenty-seven-year-old man with a mischievous and sly look in his eyes. A sharp look adorned his charming face."Of course! I can spend every night with her." The man who looked cheerful with an ever-expanding smile just nodded happily. He was Atlas, Myrene's only husband who gave himself up to submit to the queen. His twenty-one years of age made him Myrene's youngest husband."If I were Atlas, I would not hesitate to spend time with the queen. Only for Atlas, the queen is nice and normal." A grim-looking twenty-three-year-old said. He was Levastan. His handsome looks were masked by his silent and gloomy demeanor. There weren't many people who could talk to him.Dexter grinned and nodded approvingly. Myrene appeared to intentionally cause them trouble.The three of them were husbands Myrene married and recognized in the kingdom. Other than them, several men had been capt
Myrene entered Logan's chamber.A spacious and magnificent room with bright shades. The facilities were identical to those of her previous husbands, as the Queen showed no favoritism.“Close the door!” Myrene ordered her bodyguard.Upon closing the door, Myrene was pleased to see Logan groaning in the corner of the room, his gaze sharp and full of anger. If he could have, he would have cursed Myrene the moment she entered the room. Regrettably, he was unable to do so as his mouth was tightly covered with cloth.Logan tugged at the chains binding his hands to the wall, but they held firm. Despite his efforts, the iron shackles proved unbreakable.Myrene approached him and asked softly, “How are you?” She noticed Logan's struggle to break free. Logan's half-kneeling position made it even more difficult, causing him to growl in annoyance.Myrene surveyed the mess around her, feeling as if she was on a broken ship."Don't blame me if I have to tie you up like this," she warned Logan, who w
Logan backed off. "I can do it myself!""Okay. Let me see. I don't like dirty dogs on my bed with me," Myrene said.Logan gave her an offended look, but she was already walking towards a room he believed to be the bathroom. Myrene stood in the doorway and motioned for him to enter.Logan walked past the woman, visibly irritated. He stood for a moment, stunned by the size of the bathroom in front of him. The decorations and carvings seemed out of place in a bathroom. Did they intend to spend all day gazing at that beauty?Logan was caught off guard when he felt a squeeze on his buttocks. He immediately glared at Myrene. She was deliberately bothering him, while the woman just smiled innocently. 'She is really evil,' Zeger said.There was no doubt about it. 'I know.' Logan replied, irritated.He tried not to think about Myrene's presence in the bathroom and watching him shower. He also had to restrain himself from venting his annoyance at the woman's orders. "Shave your balls." One of
Logan wanted to ask more questions, but he decided not to. Despite his anger, he refused to give Myrene the impression that she completely controlled him. There was no way he would allow her to feel that.Logan would rather starve to death than accept Myrene's offer. Especially since he couldn't watch people die so horribly in front of his eyes. He wondered how she could ignore this creature's suffering.All that was left of the human were bones and some parts that looked very disgusting even to him, who was used to eating raw meat."You won't get anything until dinner. So eat up," Myrene still warned kindly.Logan didn't move or look at her. He didn't want to eat at all right now. Instead of being hungry, he felt nauseated.A little smile spread across Myrene's face when she saw the man's reaction. She finished her breakfast, feeling that being nice to Logan was pointless. She told the servants to clear the table. It was impossible to ignore the splash of fresh blood. The servants cl