Alen's POVWhat?! I could hardly believe what I was seeing. According to the normal effects of the medication, Kral would remain unconscious for at least one night to fully recover. And yet, Delia was by his side, and she was not doing anything particularly special, but Prince Kral awakened from his state of frenzy.I wasn't the only one taken aback. Wiliam and August had solemn expressions, a glint passing through their eyes, understanding why Kral had always chosen Delia to be his queen.One might say, she truly lived up to the legendary White Wolf reputation. With her innate healing powers over werewolves, her ability to heal Kral was even more astonishing after they became mates."K-Kral, Your Highness?" One of the elders trembled, clearly shaken and somewhat disoriented by Kral's sudden return to sanity."It is indeed me."Kral's sharp eyes scanned the faces of the crowd. His gaze seemed condescending, as if looking down from a higher place.Delia, in her White Wolf state, had in
Catherine's povSlap!Slap!Slap!With each sound, another whip mark was left on my body. In the darkened room, I knelt on the frigid floor, surrendering to the relentless lashes that tore my clothes apart."Does it hurt?" My father, Elder William, asked me in the darkness."Not at all." I clenched my teeth, biting my lips until they bled. I heard myself utter the response, and words escaped through the parting of my lips.Pa!The whip struck my back, releasing my father's wrath. It coiled like a venomous serpent, devouring my nerves, causing involuntary tremors to course through my body."Catherine," my father's voice descended from above, "I need an explanation."Struggling to steady my near-collapsing body, I maintained my silence, steadying myself.In obscurity, nothing was visible, yet my sense of touch grew acute. I felt my father lifting my chin with the whip, the sweat on my face gliding and moistening it.Gazing at my father's blurred silhouette in the darkness, I mustered a
Bud's POVIn the dimly lit underground dungeon beneath the palace, I held a lantern and opened the heavy door of the cell. Inside, I saw several warriors with scarred bodies and they were tossed into a pile of decaying straw.One person's clothes were stained with dried brown blood. His hair was caked with dust. I could no longer recognize his former appearance."How is he?" I asked."General, he has passed out from the pain. The doctor administered basic treatment and expects him to regain consciousness tomorrow," a soldier answered respectfully."I understand. You can leave now.""Yes, General."As the candle flame flickered, the soldiers departed the cell in an orderly manner. The cramped room became somewhat more spacious. I gazed coldly at the face resting on the straw. With my sword, I brushed the hair aside. I recognized a handsome, vaguely familiar visage.Lancaster.Wow, what a coincidence, we met again, I thought, mocking.My sword tip glided slowly down, slicing through his
Catherine's POVI sat at the vanity by the window, gazing at the roses outside.Even in the darkness of the night, the castle remained beautiful. The roses bloomed passionately, their beauty undiminished by the arrival of the night."Snap," I reached out to break a flower. I looked at myself in the mirror, placing the rose into my hair. The fragrance wafted to my nostrils, but my eyes were cold."Smile, Catherine," I commanded myself in my mind.In the mirror, the muscles at the corners of my mouth slowly tugged, forming a smiling expression. It reminded me of the woman who always smiled in my memories."Catherine, smile," her words echoed in my ears. I felt as if my mother were still alive, her words lingering around me.My mother possessed long, red curls. Her exquisite lips were constantly adorned with a smile. She had a pair of black eyes, resembling mysterious gemstones. When she glanced down at me in her embrace, her eyes shimmered like stars in the night."My Catherine, my darl
Catherine's POV"Ding!"The black armor clashed against my bed, producing a crisp sound."Who would have thought the cold-hearted General Bud would lie on my bed like a hungry hawk?"I straddled his waist, facing Bud's hot gaze, slowly unbuttoning his clothes until his chest was exposed.As I touched something hard between his thighs, Bud suddenly sat up, gripping my shoulders."Catherine, are you... really sure about this?"He strained to suppress his voice, his facial muscles twitching, and his eyes flickering with struggle.His hands met mine and I felt his calluses from training. They're radiating burning heat.I almost burst into laughter. We were already lying in bed, and he thought I was joking?I remained silent, slowly leaning over."Open your eyes, Bud. I want you to see how I'm going to 'eat' you."A sensual warmth enveloped my face.My face descended towards his lower half. Through the fabric, I traced the shape of his aroused member with my tongue.Saliva wetted his pants
Alen's POVAfter being carried back to the palace by Kral, Delia fell into a strange slumber. When the doctors couldn't determine the cause of her unconsciousness, Kral commanded Vivian to concoct a potion that would awaken Delia.In exchange, Vivian had access to anything within the palace, including me, which was much to Susanna's disapproval. I opened the storage room under Susanna's disapproving gaze, allowing Vivian to select whatever she needed."Mercury, golden dragon scales, poppy flower extract. Ah! And mermaid bones and deep-sea pearls."Today, Vivian adorned herself in her favored silver robe. Her golden hair was braided into a long plait. She was delighted in perusing the royal collection, murmuring to herself."There's nothing wrong with Delia's body. She's just tired and will awaken soon. Prince Kral is overly worried. But he truly possesses a plethora of treasures. Tsk tsk.""Well, you can take advantage of this opportunity to request something you fancy from him," I ch
(Alen's memories)"Father, where did Kral's parents go?"I asked, leaning against my father's chest as we made our way home from the palace."Don't call him Kral; he is His Royal Highness, the Prince," Father said, giving my ears a gentle pinch, his expression serious.I made a face playfully. I was just a child, still holding onto my mischievous nature."Okay, then. Where did His Royal Highness's parents go? He hasn't seen them for a whole week. During today's lesson with the elders, he couldn't hold back his tears."In my heart, I called him Kral. He was taller and stronger than me, but he never bullied me.When my father sent me to study at the palace alongside Kral, I felt nervous. The palace was grand, filled with intricate stone sculptures. As I cautiously entered the study, I remembered my father's advice: "Don't oppose the Prince."I expected the Prince to be proud and aloof, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw a young boy with golden eyes fixed upon me. He patted my shoul
Delia's POV"Woo~" I opened my eyes under the brilliant sunlight.Before me lay an endless expanse of a lake.A gentle breeze softly rustled my hair. I glanced downward and saw my own reflection in the water—a young, white puppy.!I widened my eyes in astonishment, and the young wolf in the lake also tilted its head, staring at me in surprise.What's going on?!I confirmed that my memory was intact. I remember passing the Queen's trial. Guided by the Moon Goddess, I found my wolf. Her name is Pearl. But why has Pearl become so young? Why have I become smaller after shifting?"Woo!"I howled at the lake's surface, but there was no response.I gazed at my reflection. The mirrored image in the water gazed back at me. In my childhood, I yearned to succeed in shifting so that my father wouldn't abandon me. But now, I no longer care about my father's opinion.There was a vast stretch of grassland by the lakeside. Sunlight illuminated the water, casting shimmering golden ripples. Anxiously,