Thank you for reading! I decided that I wanted chapter to bridge the gap with the epilogues and clarify some of Dysnomia's and Zared's eratic behaviour. Tomorrow the first of the two epilogues will be up.
Dysnomia “Neptunes nipples,” I mutter to myself. I really want to finish this blanket before Derora gives birth. But the light is too dim for my poor eyesight. “Getting older is a curse. I can’t crochet for hours, my back hurts and my fingers are more crooked than the twigs of a serpentine hazel.” “Talking to yourself again?” Zared rhetorically asks as he enters the room, “I think it’s cute that you do that nowadays. Talking, or more accurately muttering, to myself is one of the most irritating things of being older. I often do it without realising. It frequently leads to over sharing of information. Even though Zared is older than me he is in a far better shape. I continue muttering under my breath ignoring Zared. He walks over and switches on a special reading lamp lamp with a magnifying glass attached we got in the human realm a few months earlier. Before we came to this era of relative peace people didn’t get this old. When I shift, which is rare nowadays, Aminta no longer
Zared pov In my wildest dreams I hadn’t imagined how much and how hard work it would be to be Alpha King and father. Dysnomia demanded I also played a very active part in raising Derora and Arathorn. I was clueless how to be a ‘good father’. I only saw my father at dinner and then I was supposed to be quiet. Only when I turned 15 and my wolf was less than a year away did he start spending time with me. Grooming me to be his perfect successor. His lessons in fighting were brutal. He didn’t hold in his punches because if I found myself in a situation the opponent wouldn’t hold back either. I learned to duck and evade first. Once I had Gunther I gained strength. When I learned I could trust on Gunther's speed and experience I started throwing punches at him. So when Dysnomia handed me a very stinky Derora with an overflowing poop diaper with the words “I already had two of these today, this one is yours,” I was beyond clueless. “Goddess please help me with strength and wisdom. It’s
My knees are bleeding all over the freshly cleaned floor. They sting as the cheap soap enters the wounds. I daren’t make a sound. My hands are scrubbed raw. “Hurry UP!” Beta Nasir cracks the whip by his side “Guests arrive for Alpha Ahriman’s engagement announcement tomorrow - DON’T let us down! This place needs to be cleaner than spotless!”I snort into my bucket, trying to hide my grin. This guy is as horrible with language as he is everything else. How can anything be cleaner than spotless? Idiot. Finally the floors are deemed acceptable. Nasir commands us to head back to our barracks. Calling our slave quarters a ‘barracks’ is like gilding a turd. They’re a shack. Cold, no glass in the window holes, simply thin wooden roofs on top of thinner wooden walls. At least it’s not raining today. Brian catches my eye as us slaves troop out. I wink at him and his shoulders visibly relax. He needs to guard himself better - if anyone knew how he takes pity on us slaves, how he sometimes b
Nomia pov “Halt!” Beta Nasir's shout wakes me and, as I return to consciousness, I realise the jostling of the cart has stopped. Nasir looks at me. He knows I can't get up on my own - my hands are bound behind me and my ankles are chafed by the shackles. Nasir simply removes the shackles. My arms are still tied on my back. Nasir grins, then throws me off the back of the cart face first. I feel my nose break. I can't look up from my facedown position on the floor. Feet appear just within my eye line and I'm hauled up by the rope around my wrists. The rheumy eyes of a middle aged man who's gotten old before his time stare back at me. “Well, she ain't much to start with” he grins, checking me all over “What's her story?” He turns to Nasir. “Background doesn’t matter” Nasir responds shortly. “We need to get rid - keep her a bit, feed her, clean her and sell her at the virgin auction.” he instructs. “Well she’s flat all round Nasir - except for those handle-like hip bones. I’ve got s
Nomia pov I lie down on the cot carefully, trying to nurse my wrist away from the hard base. Eventually, sleep takes me - I’m not sure how long I’m asleep for but the cell door clangs open suddenly and I jerk awake.Machteld stands, silhouetted in the doorway, with another bowl of soup and some more bread. She frowns down at me, holding my wrist. “Manfred coulda told me your wrist needed setting too. Men!” she scoffs, setting down the tray and walking out. I remain on my side, watching her. “Sit up!” she commands as she re-enters the cell, holding a small plank of wood and some bandages. I hurry to comply, though I don’t want to. Machteld takes my arm - not gently - ignoring my flinch. She runs her fingers up and down my arm - squeezing as she goes. “Well.” she sucks on her teeth “Nothing feels out of place; I’ll just stick a splint on it and bandage it up. Should be healed before sale.” With all the significance of discussing the weather, Machteld wraps my wrist tightly, turns and
Sold to the highest bidderNomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear. Then Machteld and Gertrude enter and take the first girl through those doors - the number of girls diminishes quickly and it’s my turn before I know it. Machteld reaches out and pinches my nipples. I flinch “Need them perky so they pay what you’re worth” Gertrude tells me, before pinching my cheeks. As we enter the room, I see a platform in the middle - like a gallows stage. Around the stage in a semi-circle are a load of chairs; mainly empty. I count about twenty men; all of them exuding power. I can’t help my cringe away, b
Nomia povI startle awake when the door bangs loudly against the wall. Beta Jared’s loud rough voice slurs when he tries to speak to someone. My nose scrunches of its own accord as it's assaulted by the stench of alcohol. I can barely suppress a painful groan, my back is killing me, my muscles slightly spasming and almost shooting into cramps. My hands and feet are no longer painful but now cold and numb. I bet if I could move to see them, the lack of blood flow would have left them tinged with blue.I hear Beta Jared stumbling around, he’s drunk alright. I hear second footsteps, they are lighter and steadier. I wonder who was so unlucky or unwise to join Beta Jared to his room. You don’t have to be a mind reader to see that he is no good. Suddenly I feel his dirty breath over my face and his laboured breathing in my ear, “Sorry puppy, it got later than expected. But you’re well trained aren’t you? You don’t need much.” And he pulls off the blindfold, taking a few of my hairs, caught i
Zared POV /Jared!/ I mindlink my beta, looking at the invite in my hand. ‘Exclusive auction of rare slaves at Manfred’s auction house. First Saturday after the full moon.’ I've already lost two concubines. I huff, I really need to do something about that. But it would only leave the twins and my appetites. require more than that. Maybe the auction will have some pretty virgins for me to acquire so I can up the numbers a bit. /Jared, we’re leaving for Manfred’s tomorrow./ Jared, my brother from another mother. Literally. My father would fuck any pussy going. I’m his only legitimate child. Hell maybe he even fucked his way through other packs, I don’t know. I’ve never known if my mother had fertility problems or if she just withheld sex from my father as a punishment for being a cheating bastard. “You never get tired of bitching about your parents do you?” My wolf Gunther interrupts my train of thought, sounding bored. “You're such a bitch - you shoulda been born a girl” “Shut up
Zared pov In my wildest dreams I hadn’t imagined how much and how hard work it would be to be Alpha King and father. Dysnomia demanded I also played a very active part in raising Derora and Arathorn. I was clueless how to be a ‘good father’. I only saw my father at dinner and then I was supposed to be quiet. Only when I turned 15 and my wolf was less than a year away did he start spending time with me. Grooming me to be his perfect successor. His lessons in fighting were brutal. He didn’t hold in his punches because if I found myself in a situation the opponent wouldn’t hold back either. I learned to duck and evade first. Once I had Gunther I gained strength. When I learned I could trust on Gunther's speed and experience I started throwing punches at him. So when Dysnomia handed me a very stinky Derora with an overflowing poop diaper with the words “I already had two of these today, this one is yours,” I was beyond clueless. “Goddess please help me with strength and wisdom. It’s
Dysnomia “Neptunes nipples,” I mutter to myself. I really want to finish this blanket before Derora gives birth. But the light is too dim for my poor eyesight. “Getting older is a curse. I can’t crochet for hours, my back hurts and my fingers are more crooked than the twigs of a serpentine hazel.” “Talking to yourself again?” Zared rhetorically asks as he enters the room, “I think it’s cute that you do that nowadays. Talking, or more accurately muttering, to myself is one of the most irritating things of being older. I often do it without realising. It frequently leads to over sharing of information. Even though Zared is older than me he is in a far better shape. I continue muttering under my breath ignoring Zared. He walks over and switches on a special reading lamp lamp with a magnifying glass attached we got in the human realm a few months earlier. Before we came to this era of relative peace people didn’t get this old. When I shift, which is rare nowadays, Aminta no longer
Dysnomia pov The sun peeps in through a crack in the curtains. I turn my back to the window and pull the blanket over my head. Of course I knew that having sex on a very regular basis with Zared could get me pregnant again but I’d foolishly hoped that it would take years not months. A soft knock on the door that I can but don’t want to ignore announces Austra with Derora. I sit up and plaster a smile on my face. I know the smile will be genuine in a few seconds when she hands me my little girl. Austra walks in holding my squirming little cherub. Her brown eyes have tiny golden specks showing that she too has some dragon magic. “Mwa!” Derora happily shouts out. I’m still not sure if she is trying to say ‘Mine’ or ‘Mama’. The one perk of being pregnant is that I can stay in bed and cuddle with her whilst the rest of the world is already going through the motions. I get ready with Derora playing and babbling on the bed. Once downstairs I go to my office. Zared is out hunting rebel
Dysnomia povToday Zared and I will be crowned Alpha King and Alpha Queen of ‘Regnum Lunae Lupi’. Over the past weeks we have planned this day and the future of our kingdom together. The planning has given us a common goal to work on and has significantly improved our relationship. There are still trust issues on both sides. Encouraged by Gunther and Aminta we spend time with just the three of us. Breanna, Bridget and Zared haven’t spoken since that fateful full moon. They don’t want to apologise to Zared and Zared doesn’t want to listen to their grievances. It is quite inconvenient to have the beta’s and the Alpha not communicating. That is the root cause of guilt issues on my side. I’m stuck between my mate and my best friends. They understand me and feel bad that they hurt Zared in such a way that it puts me in a difficult position with both Aminta and with Zared. But they don’t feel bad for Zared about it or the act itself. Zared on the other hand won’t admit that he deserved
Zared povI didn’t expect to sleep peacefully, I expected to lay awake, tossing and turning. My sack hurt too much, my head was a turmoil. Gunther tried his best to take away the pain but the incision was made with a silver knife. Thank the Goddess Breanna stitched it fairly neatly with a hot needle. It hurt just like the alcohol hurt. But Gunther said it will make the difference between losing my remaining testicle and maybe my life to an infection or being to live on. It will scar, silver almost always does. Even if the scars are invisible you feel them when the temperature changes or when the skin stretches. In my case I will be painfully reminded of this ordeal every time I get an erection as it will put tension on my sack. Which is at least once a day when I wake up with morning wood. The anger was indescribable. The betrayal Janus and Dysnomia committed still burns. I felt love and pride looking at the pup in Dysnimia’s arms. Gunther presented me visions of us being a happy fa
Dysnomia povMy arm hurts. After giving birth Aminta didn’t have enough in her to heal it. It was bone deep. I shudder at the idea that it wasn't my arm but Derora that received the full blow. Breanna and Bridget informed me they had dragged a barely resisting Zared to the dungeon. He is in the same cell that Ahriman occupied. When Breanna and Bridget mind link me again with the question if they can torture him I hesitate. He is my mate after all. Part of me can’t blame him for what he did. He has been trying so hard the last months to get in my good books to earn my forgiveness. There were even times when I thought I could leave the past behind me and find happiness with Zared. It would never be the all consuming love that I felt, no feel, for Janus but it could have been a good life for both of us. /No don’t torture him just yet. Let me think. I’m a mess right now,/ I answer them. Should I kill Zared for the attempted murder of the heir of our yet to be named Kingdom? “You thoug
Zared povI knew most of the Alpha’s would use the time between signing the treaty and Dysnomia and I coming to their packs to merge them to strengthen their defences. Luckily for us they had no allies to fall back on. The vampires and Fae kept to themselves luckily for us. Fighting them isn’t impossible but it comes at a price. The price being the lives of warriors. “It was good to kill those four Alpha’s though. I was like the good old times when we were young and wild,” Gunther tries to sound like he’s reminiscing about old times. Instead he sounds a little too sarky. “We’re still young and wild as we’re out here in the pouring rain rounding up rogues to see if they want to become law abiding citizens of our new, yet to be named Kingdom.” “True and most don’t so we get to kill them,” Gunther doesn’t even try to hide his enthusiasm over the number of rogues we killed in the past days. Those who did want to join were mostly young, having escaped slavery and a few mates that couldn’
Dysnomia povZared and I are nearing the borders of Alpha Williams’ Silver Blood pack to induct the pack member in what is now still Golden Claw. We have brought a considerable number of warriors with us as Aminta, Zared and Gunther are convinced Alpha William will have barricaded himself in and fight instead of honouring the treaty.I had hoped to manage a peaceful assimilation and even offered them to become our advisors and let them keep their sex slaves to manage that. The moment we are at the borders we are denied access by the guards. Zared and I have agreed that there will be no second chances for any of the alpha’s should they try to back. I know Zared was hoping that at least one would back out so he could show them that he is still the strongest Alpha. The hunt to find Alpha William is on. /Team Gold! Join me into the heart of the territory. We are hunting down William, when you find him you will incapacitate him and notify me. We are going for a public execution of a tr
Zared pov It was an eye opener to hear that Dysnomia wants me to experience the same things she did. But what she isn’t taking into account is that I have the mate bond pushing me towards her. Maybe, more importantly, I’m not her. I can endure to achieve a goal. My goal is and always has been to be the most powerful alpha. I needed her to be able to kill Ahriman and I didn’t even know it at the time. I assumed I would need her power. But I needed her to get Ahriman into Golden Claw where I could capture and then kill him. Another difference is that I, unlike women, don’t think too much about things. I enjoy the sensation of her massaging my prostate. Yes, it’s slightly awkward especially with Celeste watching and coaching Dysnomia but I park those thoughts. “That doesn’t make it easier to earn her forgiveness,” Gunther dryly remarks. “We need her to achieve our goals.” “With Ahriman gone, we no longer need her. The few remaining Alpha’s we can handle by ourselves..”“Getting rid