Delia’s POVThere is no moon tonight. The rain is like a haze over the earth.As Kral carried me out of the ballroom, I saw the crowd's surprised eyes. The faces of my father and Bernice blurred in my vision. I lay in Kral's arms. His strong arms wrapped around me, and the smell of liquor around me made me hold my breath a little to keep my head from spinning. I could see his broad chin and high nose bridge. His golden eyes were not looking at me. Instead, he held me tightly with his hands, and I realized that I was shivering slightly in his arms.I turned over his shoulder, and as the ballroom and the manor grew blurred in view, I suddenly felt something clearly slipping away from my life. My happy childhood, my miserable youth, my mother's tears, my father's neglect, Bernice's arrogance. They all left me at this moment, so clearly.I let out a long sigh of belated delight, as if I had unburdened myself of some invisible burden. I don't have to worry about Nick harassing me or the ru
I heard the carriage doors opening and closing, and the smell of Kral approaching.“Turn around.” I heard his low, rough voice.I tried to straighten my back, but the heat of his fingers against my skin made me shiver uncontrollably, and I could feel his fingers moving. Every touch he made was like a feather brushing against my skin. The laces at the back of my dress were tightening, and his breath floated down the back of my neck. My skin was pale pink with sensitivity. I don't understand why my heart beats out of order every time I get close to him."Turn around," he said, holding my waist in his hands so I could face him.The sunlight outside the glass window shone on his deep eyebrows, and the high brow bones cast a faint shadow on his eyes. There was a flicker of gold floating in his eyes, and his cold expression made me wonder what he was thinking. The carriage was filled with his smell, and I sat in front of him like a doll he'd been playing with."It's not perfect," he said, l
It was getting dark and the moon began to move towards the center of the sky.It was a night popular with werewolves, with the wind blowing and the forest rattling. But tonight I'm standing on the lawn in front of a symbol Kral drew with a scepter."Werewolves who can't shift are mostly weak bloodlines. You need the Moon goddess's blessing." Kral reaches out his black-gloved hand. I nervously put my hand on his palm. He led me, step by step, to the center of the symbol."Kneel."I knelt down reverently and, following Karal's instructions, bit my finger with my teeth and dropped blood into the container he had taken out.Under the moonlight, black hair covered his face, a dark red cloak as if coagulation of blood. He took spices, herbs, poppy juice, wax, and my blood and mixed them in a black container until they were thick, and then he spread them slowly on my body. I closed my eyes, felt the juice slide on my skin.A strange numbness rose from my whole body, from my face, neck, bare
I don't know what Kral was thinking, but the next day Kral ordered the team to run as wolves, and Bud was asked to drive me.The move raised eyebrows in the group. The proud lycans were no camels. When they turn into wolves, they only let their mate ride on their backs, or in some cases, the king and Queen.But this is an order from His Highness. Despite a look of disapproval in Bud's eyes, he complied.So now I'm on Bud's back, and in the dark of the night, I curl up my arms and legs, trying not to take up too much space. As for Bud, he was a burly lycan warrior with bright brown eyes and long brown hair, but he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.I understand him. Alen told me that Bud was a great warrior. Now, on Kral's orders, he's carrying me like a freight horse, and of course he thinks he's overqualified.Kral waved his arm as usual, and the lycans immediately stopped, and Bud immediately bent down to let me down, in a way that couldn't wait."Damn it, that woman feels so st
Since Bud took some of the men back to the palace to deliver the news, our return to the palace had been less urgent. Alen drove slowly in front of the carriage, while I and my master, Kral, read in the carriage. But the difference is that he is always enjoying the book, and I am the opposite. In order to understand that little book, I have been flipping through the dictionary to understand some unfamiliar words.My father’s Pack is not known for being powerful, so not all werewolves are good at reading and writing in our pack. When I was a child, my mother gave me an elementary education, so I know some spelling and basic vocabulary. After my mother died, I lived under Bernice's torment. My father did not find me a governess, and I gradually lost the opportunity to continue my education.But the situation has changed now. I am dealing with the Royal Lycans, a group of well-educated people.I sighed a few times, and a pair of long and strong hands took away my book."Tell me, as Alpha
I didn't sleep well.In my dream, I was trapped in a lake. I feel my skin wet. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were weak. The smell of vampires and the terrible face were still in front of me. I squirmed my body uneasily, and then I felt a cool sensation in my body. I try to breathe. The vampire's face in front of me began to blur...So itchy...I feel as if a kitten is scratching my calf with its tail. I felt a little itchy, unconsciously shrunk my body, and then the cat stopped for a moment, and then a large hand covered my calf.Wait, a large hand?I awoke suddenly. A pair of golden eyes were looking intently into mine. Still in a daze, I blinked, not comprehending what had happened. Kral gently brushed back the strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead, and the intimacy of the gesture brought me back to my senses.I sprang up and looked around."Where am I, master?" I subconsciously leaned back to keep some distance from him. Lycan's breath is sometimes too strong for me
The campfire was rekindled and I leaned against the tree in Kral's cape.One of the werewolves was knocked unconscious by Alen and placed in front of Kral with his hands tied behind his back. Kral changed his clothes again, and now he was sitting on a rock with a white handkerchief to wipe the blood-stained knife from his hand.It was the first time Alen had shown me his less gentlemanly side. With a wave of his hand, he slapped the unconscious werewolf hard. The werewolf jerked to life. Alen grips his hair indifferently and holds his face so Kral can see the werewolf directly."Who are you?"The long knife in Kral's hand was wiped clean, and the light of the knife reflected murderous intent in his eyes."I. . . I'm just trying to make a living... As you can see, I'm just a rogue. We were recruited by someone. He... he said he would give us a lot of gold if we could complete the mission."The man was trembling unceasingly. Although he did not have a knife wound on his body, his facial
The Third Person’s POVIn the drawing room, the housekeeper and the Lord looked at the three unconscious people on the dining table and let out a long breath."My Lord, what should we do?"The butler, who had been standing silently behind the Lord as a backdrop, nervously questioned Clair as he carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with the kerchief on his chest. His whole body seemed strained by the strain."Just give them the woman. Just follow our rules."Clair touched his beard, his fat eyes gleaming, and looked at the two men lying on the table, "I don't feel so good, especially the one who doesn't talk much..."The housekeeper could not help looking at the tall, dark-haired figure. Although he had fainted, the housekeeper remembered the man's threatening, overbearing gaze. It made his hair stand on end."What about them?""Get rid of it." Clair's moustache twitched and he gave a smug smile. He touched the small bottle in his arms and gestured to the housekeeper to take car
Sibyl’s POVBefore I know it, time is running out like a river. My two children, who began as finger-sucking babies in cradles, can now run around the palace. Perhaps they inherited Nuri's strong physique, and even the quiet little princess Terese was full of energy. The wet nurses had run to follow her but she was not tired at all.Today, after breakfast, I caught them trying to sneak out again."Sit your asses down!" I said sternly.The two little ones made faces and sat back in their chairs.Unexpectedly, the child's father suddenly protested. "Children are young. They are at an active age now. Why should you restrain them?""Have you forgotten what day it is?""What day?" asked Nuri, doubtfully, putting down her cup.I knew it! I took a plate of peeled grapes from him and said, "Selene and Lowa are coming to visit us today. Lowa is bringing her little girl!"Shortly after my children were born, Lowa returned to Werebird kingdom with Manolo. Within two months of their return, I rec
Sibyl’s POVSince the birth of the little prince and Princess, the whole palace has become lively. Nuri's excitement is hard to describe. He immediately declared the young prince, Baron, a crown prince and gave him an estate. However, he is still young and currently lives with his sister in a bedroom in my palace.In order to take care of the two children, Nuri arranged for each of them to have three wet nurses and eight maids. He had even begun to think about their playmates.Carol was even more excited to see them every day. She came in the morning as soon as the sun rose, and left reluctantly after dinner.Now all eyes are on the two children."Our Baron and Terese are very popular. Whose credit is that?"Nuri rocked the cradle and looked at me like a big dog with a face full of praise! I couldn't bear to watch. I picked up Terese, who was munching her fingers, and kissed her soft, white, meaty face."Little Terese, who is your mommy?"The little guy looked at me in a daze and sudd
Roth’s POV"Sibyl... my baby..."Blayze's voice travels in Nuri's ears. His hands were tugging at Nuri's, blood gushing from his mouth, but he did not stop, calling the Queen's name again and again.Beowulf pounced. His broken arm was flailing feebly in the air, and Nuri dropped Blayze to avoid his attack. I climbed over and pulled Blayze aside to sit against the wall."How could she be Azariah? Didn't she die in prison?"Blayze didn't answer my question. He didn't even look at me. He just stubbornly called out the Queen's name. Does this really work? Can we wake the king?"Nuri, wake up! Sibyl is unconscious because of you. She is pregnant with your child! She almost died because of you!" Bellowed Beowulf as he dodged Nuri's attack, shouting Sibyl's name along with Blayze. Tears blurred my vision. I wiped my face and joined them loudly.May the gods protect us. The love between the King and Queen could be the antidote to this disaster.For a moment, the council chamber was filled wit
Selene’s POVThe whole palace was in disarray. The doctors were all called in, and the maids went in and out like ants on a hot pan. Everyone was scrambling to do something, but they didn't know which way to go, because the only hostess was still lying in bed, unconscious."Stay calm. You are all trained. Follow the rules." Nuri's grandmother's voice rose into the night, suppressing the panic. She took the maid's hand and got down from the carriage. She glanced at the maids and the doctors, and everyone she saw lowered their heads."We don't need so many doctors. Those who are not good at delivering babies can go home."When she had finished, some of the doctors, after a moment's hesitation, came forward, saluted, and hurried off.“Amy, divide the maids into three groups. One group will prepare hot water, the other will clean up the delivery room, and the last group will serve the empress at any time. If anything goes wrong, the person-in-charge will be punished!”Amy hurried to assig
Sibyl’s POV"Your Majesty..." Amy hesitated."Are you asking me why I didn't kill her?" I stopped and looked up at the Black Sky, where the moon was shining brightly. The stars twinkled in the sky like jewels on a dress."Maybe the moon is too beautiful tonight. I don't want to spoil my mood."Many innocent souls stayed in the palace. Every brick and tile was soaked in blood, and I did not want to add to it any more.The maid thought she was going to die, too. She closed her eyes and waited for the poison to attack, only to find that the pain she had imagined for a long time had not come. She slowly opened her eyes tentatively and looked at me hesitantly."Ah..." when she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself unable to make a sound."I took your voice," I motioned to Amy with my eyes. Amy handed her a bag of gold coins. "This is my compensation to you. I will still keep my promise to you. You can leave the palace tonight. I will let you continue your life as a commoner."With t
Sibyl’s POVThe evening party went on as planned. On the rows of brass candlesticks, carefully carved candles burned brightly, illuminating the faces of each visitor. The scent of ladies' perfumes filled the air, and expensive jewelry glowed in the owner's hair, earlobes, and neck. Everyone smiled and complimented each other."What an elegant crowd." I stood in the shade outside the door and looked at the nobles in the ballroom. "If I hadn't seen the fierce faces of the jealous ladies and the greed of the men in calculating the wealth of the common people, if I hadn't seen the despicable ways in which ministers use their power to do evil," I paused, i turned to Amy. "This is heaven, isn't it?"Amy looked at me in silence, and I knew the question frightened her. How can the nobles be so easily judged? Most people would think so. Nuri still had a long way to go. If he did not change the concept that everyone feared the nobles as much as the gods, the new nobles that he supported now wou
Sibyl’s POVLowa shifts into a giant bird. I sat on her back and soon saw Aphrodite's palace. With no intention of slowing down, she dived straight for the palace door, causing the maids at the door to scream. I walked to the door with a sullen face. Lowa shaved her feathers and shifted back to being a sexy lady.Not surprisingly, there was another shriek from the maids, and several of them had collapsed to the ground. I saw a familiar face among the maids, whose name I can't quite remember, Anna or something. On Aphrodite's first day at court, I met the maid.She's not doing very well. No, rather badly. She was not a pretty girl, but she was impressive, and now her hair was as yellow as a weed, and her figure was unusually dry. The once beautiful eyes also lost their love of life like a pool of stagnant water.She felt my gaze and looked up at me quickly. Her eyes sparkled, but soon became dull. She changed in an instant. When I blinked and looked at her again, she was still lifeless
Sibyl’s POV"Nuri is exaggerating." Selene looked at the room full of clothes and sighed. "So many clothes. Even if there were a few more of you, you would never wear them all!"I looked at the rows of clothes, heart half sweet half trouble. Nuri is in love with me, but, as my sister said, I really do not have time to wear every piece of clothing again. Looking at so many beautiful clothes that I have no chance to wear them, it makes me feel very wasteful."These are all new. Do you like any of them? If you don't mind, just take the ones you like!" I said to Selene. When Lowa heard this, her face darkened and she looked at me angrily. "You have a real sister, and have you forgotten about me? You are so biased!"Selene looked at me awkwardly, worried that something might happen between me and Lowa, and I patted her hand. I smiled at her and said, "She's just kidding!" I turned to Lowa and rolled my eyes at her. "Why are you teasing her? Come on, I'll give you all the clothes in this ro
Nuri’s POV"What's all this?" Beowulf asked as he casually flipped through the notes on my desk. He gave me a smirk. I looked down and coughed."How come I don't remember us getting so close?" His tone was too casual and intimate, as if we had known each other for more than a decade, which made me very uncomfortable. He is the king of the land of the Bears. While I respect him as a hero, that doesn't mean my social distance from him can become intimate. But he didn't seem to feel that way at all."My wife is your wife's sister, and we are brothers, a family! We know each other like the back of my hand!" He took another book from the shelf, he exclaimed, "I always thought that you were an ambitious hero. You spent all your energy on running the country. I can't imagine that you're actually a nanny!"My bookshelf is lined with books on children, medical and educational, from infants to teenagers. On the desk are several thick notes that I have made. These are all the questions I ask doc