I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth."Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.In my trembling, the speaker approached me step by step, and I could only see the shape of his shoes through the gaps in the black cloth."Here she is, look at her," said the Lord in a slightly obsequious voice.The black cloth covering my face was removed.Nick's face caught me by surprise!"AH, Delia, my dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" He seemed content with my shocked look. His eyes savoured every trace of fear in my face,
"Who?" Nick only had time to ask before he was slashed to the ground.The sudden rush of air made me choke, and I covered my neck and sat on the floor feebly until a familiar pair of strong hands lifted me from the ground. The smell of liquor surrounded me, and black hair brushed across my face, giving me a warm scent."My poor girl, don't be afraid," Kral's hoarse voice rang in my ears. The tears of my face were slowly wiped away, and I saw myself in his eyes. Black Shadows welled up in his golden eyes. At that moment, I heard my own voice choking up and trembling: "Thank... Thank you."This is the second time he's saved me, I think."Your Highness, I hope you understand first come, first served!" A hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the room. Before he can finish his sentence, Nick pulls out his sword, and the gleam of the sword and Nick's crazy face comes straight at him."Watch out!" I immediately leaned over Kral's shoulder, spinning to expose my back to Nick's sword. The shar
The phantom shadow of the Black Wolf passed away. The blade of my knife had touched Nick's neck, and if I had gone any further, blood would have gushed out as I had expected.But it's too late. The neck and heart are the werewolf's Achilles' heel. Every werewolf is extremely sensitive to both. This time, I lost the last good luck."You think I'm going to let you do it again, b.itch?" Nick suddenly raises his head and grabs my hand holding the dagger. He squeezed the bones in my wrists as if to crush them."Ah!" I had to cry out in sharp pain. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. “You didn't think that a good-for-nothing who couldn't shift into a wolf would hurt you, did you?”Despair turns all my pain into anger. The desire to destroy everything rose in my body, and though the bones in my wrists were crushed to the point of breaking, I held the hilt of the knife as if I were holding on to my last ounce of courage.I hate myself for being different. I hate my weakness. But if the outco
"Ah!"Nick presses his moveable hand frantically against his neck, which almost breaks. The sudden rush of air made his eyes and nose water. The face that used to give me despair is now so funny."Why stop me?" Murmured Kral. His dark hair made his skin look delicate in the moonlight, and his dark eyes looked to me like a transparent wall. Some intense emotions surged in his eyes, but they were all suppressed by him.If I don't stop him, Kral will lose control of himself with terrible consequences.I don't know why I feel this way, but I do."Master, you are hurt," I said softly, not noticing the trembling in my voice.Kral did not speak. He looked at me quietly, letting me reach out and touch the cuts on his arm.The sticky touch came from my fingertips, and the warm blood ran through my fingers, drawing a curving line in my hand, and then dripping to the ground.My heart hurts. I feel there are thousands of needles in my heart in the softest place. The cut on his body made me feel p
When I woke up the next day, I was lying in the carriage, covered in Kral's clothes."There's a suit next to you, please put it on yourself." While I was still staring blankly into the carriage, Kral's face appeared out of the carriage window."O. . . Okay." I wanted to get up immediately only to find that I was almost naked. Then I had to hide in his clothes again, only showing my eyes, and answered softly. When I changed my clothes, I found that the scratches on my body had been medicated, and the most serious scars on my wrists had been well treated and bandaged.When I had finished and opened the carriage door, Kral was waiting outside. He looked at me and handed me some roast meat and a glass of milk."This is our breakfast. I'm not very hungry. Give me the rest when you're done. Besides, you should drink your milk. "Having said that, Kral looked at me for a few seconds and then he went into the car and started flipping through the books.I had my breakfast and sat in front of th
Kral gives Alen a look. Alen nods, steps forward, and kicks Bernice off her horse."Oh, my prince." Bernice, who was on her knees, raised her chin. "Of course you know who I mean, don't you?"Her feet were tied and she could not stand, but she still stared straight at Kral, her bright red lips like blood.It was a hunting look, and she never believed that any man could resist her charms, and I was the one who was always forced to watch her triumph.Kral came up to me and gave Bernice a cold, contemptuous look.“Pa!” Kral slapped Bernice's face so hard that I shivered. Her golden hair fell to the side and her eyes widened in disbelief."Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice touched her face and said with a lump in her throat, "I like you so much. You shouldn't have done this to me, Your Highness."She suddenly turned to me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice suddenly distorted. "All of this is because of you." She gritted her teeth, her face contorted. "You're just trying to get back at me
The blood spurted all over the floor, and Bernice let out a cry of pain. Her feet were still bound, and she could only cover the wound with her last hand, curled up and squirmed on the ground.Alen nervously went up to check on me and Kral, "Your Highness? Delia?"My whole being was in the arms of Kral. Kral's powerful arms held me tight, my head resting on his broad chest, his warm breath filling my breath. I slowly broke away from his embrace. It was so dangerous, but I didn't feel so desperate and scared."I'm fine, Alen."I shook my head, afraid to look at Kral's face.But when I looked up, I saw Alen's surprised expression. I quickly turned to find Kral with his head down, clutching his arm, and a tiny gap appeared in the perfectly smooth fabric."Your Highness... ?" Alen's voice grew alarmed, and I covered my mouth and stared at the purplish-black blood that flowed from the gap.Kral looked up with difficulty and said to Alen calmly, "That woman put some wolfsbane in her fingers
Delia’s POVIn the car, I slowly opened Kral's clothes, only to find that all his wounds were simply bandaged to stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage as if he were asleep.His silence made the carriage too quiet. The silence makes me uneasy. I tried to rearrange his bleeding wound, but in his coat pocket I found a handkerchief I had given my father long ago.I looked at the handkerchief with astonishment. It was placed in my father's room a long time ago as a gift, before I was completely disappointed in him. Although I later discovered that my father had never used it once, I still remember the gift.But why is this handkerchief here?I looked at it over and over. I cut out a piece of my childhood silk dress to make that handkerchief. I carefully sewed it on both sides, and there was a dark D on the edge. These are my initials, because I want my father to think of me when he sees this gift.It suddenly appeared in Kral's pocket. I feel like my brain i