What is she doing?
"I said no. I can't do these things, whatever it is you want me to do for you with my body, I can't."
I can hear the prisoner girl's words being choked off by something in her throat. I suspect she wants to start crying again and a frown lines my face.
What's the use of being disobedient and then crying?
It's not like it's going to change anything.
Lyros is already angry. I can feel the air in the air around us getting thicker and I know I should stand back.
He could freeze her on the spot. He could make her claw at her face and continue doing so until she gouges her eyes out. He could make her feel pain, true pain, and real anguish.
Killing her off would be a favor. Something too close to mercy and the Lycan king of the north is not anything if not merciless.
I straighten my back and assume an unaffected pose. I don't care about what he does with his pet. He can kill her for all I care.
"Come here, Adelaide."
There is pin-drop silence after his words and I hear the sound of feet shuffling closer. My skin crawls and I look forward. This is none of my business.
I already saved her once, I'm not doing so a second time.
"Do you know what happens to those who tell me no, little wolf?"
Lyros's voice is silky and I nod my head as I imagine her shaking hers. Tears are most likely running down her cheeks and if the sound of her footsteps is any indication of her current position, I can bet she's standing in front of the man she just refused.
I know she likes him. They always like him.
A whimper escapes Adelaide's throat and I wince unconsciously.
"I'm sorry for refusing you. I....i..it won't happen again."
Lyros chuckles.
"Oh, it will Adelaide, I can see it in your eyes. It will."
Images are pressed into my head and what I see makes my heart pound faster.
Adelaide is standing in front of him, tears of blood running down her eyes and her features aging at an unnatural pace.
"I'm sorry. Please stop."
Lyros has his hands under her neck, choking and draining at the same time.
He's not going to kill her. He's just going to make her wish she was dead.
"Lyros."
The sound of my voice shocks even me and I clear my throat again.
"l don't suggest killing the toy before you can use her."
"Haven't I said I should never be disturbed at times like this, Cain?"
He has and I know I will suffer greatly for this.
I could have walked off and pretended this never happened, but I'm here instead, ensuring a near-death experience for myself in the future.
I open the door, without an invitation and the Lycan king drops the captive in his hands. Adelaide's features revert at a visible pace and she's gasping and sobbing at the same time.
"She's still foolish Lyros. There's no use killing her when you mean to use her, there are only so many that will catch your attention the way she has, and if you kill her now......"
I don't want to continue doing this but I have to.
I don't have to but it's complicated.
"You're dictating how I handle my possessions, Cain. You know what happens after that don't you?"
I nod and hang my head down.
Lyros can beat me, he can break me, he can make me do the things I hate myself for, but he won't kill me.
The prisoner girl will live and she'll see another day. Maybe she'll be more sensible after that.
"Come here, Cain."
I walk over and stop right before Lyros. He's handsome.
Immaculately handsome. His eyes give the impression of seeing deep into your soul.
His scent is intoxicating and his height is imposing. He's staring down into my eyes, amusement at the side of his lips and something cruel in his eyes.
I feel a hand at the side of my face, fingers rubbing softly and tugging at skin. The actions are tender, they make me shiver but I stand upright.
Adelaide is still in the room, the foolish creature that she is, and I can feel her eyes on us.
"You're really going to offer yourself to me, Cain? Of your own free will?"
I nod and look back into his eyes.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
He nods and chuckles.
"You are. I guess we should make this count then."
I nod and Lyros leans down to place a kiss on the side of my neck. Shame and something else colors my cheeks and he laughs.
That sexy rumble that entranced me so much once, I always strove to hear it day after day.
"Get the girl out and meet me in my main rooms later."
I turn back and hate explodes in my eyes. Her eyes are bloodshot and she looks just about ready to scream at me.
"Stand up and follow me."
The prisoner nods, making me sneer again and look away.
The moment we're out the door she almost grabs my hand but I move away before she can.
"You're in love with him?"
Her words are barely a whisper but I hear them all the same. When I turn back, there's a deadly calm on my face.
"You're very foolish for someone who wants to be free."
She turns red and I ignore the annoyance she's able to evoke in me.
"If you want to die then say it, I'll snap your neck in half myself."
She snaps all at once.
"Don't act all high and mighty with me, you want to fuck that monster?"
Finally, something other than tears.
"I already said we all have our agendas. This is mine Adelaide, I suggest you look for yours before you're dead and buried in a shallow grave."
I feel her gaze follow me as I turn back and when I get to the door, I stop.
Fear grips me like a vice and I take a deep breath.
We all have our agendas, and if this is what I have to do to achieve mine, then I'll do it.
For freedom.
I can't sleep. I twist and turn in the bed, the air conditioner is working well and it's more luxury than I've ever had the chance to experience in all my years. In the pack, I slept in my parent's kitchen. My room was converted into a guest room, despite the many guest rooms we had in the house. Jane and Caleb, my now dead brother, used the room as a temporary sex house. I always cleaned it right after and it always broke my heart to see the pink walls and the wide windows. The smell of flowers wafting in from the garden below and the satin curtains, soft beneath my touch. I slept in the kitchen, on the bare floor, cleaning and taking care of my family. Now I have a room to myself, a fully furnished space with a fully functional air conditioner. I have a blanket of my own. Yet I'm finding it hard to sleep. Something in me quivers again and I feel tears about to slip out of my eyes. I blink them back and tell myself not to cry, there's no need to, but yet I feel there is a need.
Leah glares at me. "Did you not understand me when I said not to annoy the Lycan king or did you just choose to ignore me?" I hang my head low and open my mouth to speak. Nothing comes out so I close it back and open it again, but no words are coming out. I don't have anything to say. I don't even fully understand what happened. I turn my head and look at the body of the sleeping man on the bed. Cain's hands are bandaged and his face is not in good shape either. He's asleep now but when I came in here, tears were streaming down the side of his face and he was in obvious pain. I can't get that sight out of my mind no matter how much I want to. Leah is still directing a glare at me and I can tell she's angry. More than angry actually, I can tell she's annoyed. She's waiting for me to speak and tell her what happened, but I can't. What will I say? "At least say something, I don't have all day here y'know." Her words hold a bite to them and I feel the pit in my stomach deepen ev
The sun is shining and casting its soft rays on my back but I barely notice it."There's a limit to how much power a normal Lycan can use, right? Is hypnosis also included in the spectrum of gifts some Lycans have?"Leah groans and turns to face me with frustration in her eyes. I smile back at her, the eagerness to know more dripping off my every action and she just shakes her head before she turns back to the flowers she's caressing.It's well past dawn now. Sunlight is washing over every single inch of land as far as my eyes can see, and oddly, I like what my eyes are seeing.The Lycan King of the north has a grand home. It's wide, huge, and bustling with people. The clack of wooden sticks still drifts into my ears if I focus enough and damn the warriors are hot!They were all shirtless when we passed. They all looked at Leah with respect, and me with disdain, but that did not diminish just how appealing to the eyes they were.Leah and I are in the gardens now, the one Lyros lets he
There should be little that can surprise me now. In truth, nothing should actually but yet this makes me surprised. How is this possible? I look at myself in the mirror again and I shake my head in disbelief. I must be dreaming. The clock shows me the time is well past seven in the morning and I know if I want to catch Lyros then I'll need to act now. The contents of Leah's letter are still stuck in my head. It's playing over and over, like a record on repeat, and normally I would have ignored such a thing and gone about my daily duties, but this time...... I look at myself in the mirror again and I release a sigh. It's now or never. This is my duty, and I'm doing it for none other than myself. Hopefully, I won't die before he's done with me, but if I do at least I'll know I did it while fighting for my freedom. That sounds so wrong. The new guard that has been situated outside my room blinks when he sees me. He looks away, then he blinks once more, and he looks back at me agai
The water is cold when I make her step into it. The bath pools have made no sense to me until now. For the past fifty years, I have lived in a steady and regular motion, my hate the only thing fueling me and my need for revenge the only thing driving me to do anything at all. I have stoked the flames and assembled my life in the chasm of ice my lands seem to love so much, but yet this little wolf, this delicate little wolf, makes me feel I might have overlooked one aspect of those plans. When I asked her to lick my shoes I had expected the refusal. I wanted it even. I would have killed her on the spot and I would have regretted it for a minute or two, after that I would have thrown the thought out of my mind and headed out to pick up the next werewolf princess to lead to her death. Most of them are unwilling brides, and their parents, almost always reluctant to let them go. They know I kill their daughters, and they know they can do nothing about it. I should have killed this lit
When I step out of Lyros's room, my face is heated with shame. I can't begin to think of what this means so I don't. I walk down the hallway, hug my cloak closer to myself, and try not to shiver from the cold. I forgot the damn slippers in his room but I don't care about them. What I care about right now is the confusion I'm drowning in. I barely register walking past Cain until I remember I was supposed to deliver a message to him. I turn, walk back the way I came, and catch him on his way down the stairs. My words are stuck in my throat when he turns to face me. We stand in silence and I realize that silver eyes have never looked so menacing but I'm not in the right frame of mind to be intimidated right now so I clear my throat. "Lord Lyros is asking for you. He's...... in his rooms." I see something like a flicker of revulsion in Cain's eyes as he looks at me. It's there one moment and gone the next. He nods and takes the path to the Lycan king's room. I blink and go back the
"Is there any reason a mutt is eating amid warriors Leah?" Her voice is like silk. "If anything, she should be crawling on her feet at least, not standing and acting like an equal to the rest of us."My heart is hammering in my chest and my skin feels slick with nervous sweat. Leah takes a bite of her drumstick before she looks up at our guest.There's nothing I can use to describe the type of unbridled beauty this lady is. Maybe it's because of the morning sun shining in through the open windows, or maybe it's because I seem to find all of them better looking than normal people, but she's pretty and I can't seem to ignore it.She was the one I was staring at earlier.Leah tilts her head to the side and I'm almost blinded by the perfect smile she flashes. "If you have a problem with her walking on her feet Lysandra, I think you can take it up with Lyros. She's his guest, and I know I can't order you around so save those words, but at least let us have our breakfast in peace."Chuckle
"Can I sit with you?" I try to swallow the lump in my throat but I find it hard. Accompanying me and Cain is another undeniably sexy male who seems smitten with our silver haired escort. I nod and move to the far end of the seat on the other side of the car. The tall and handsome blond haired male gets into the car and closes the door when he's fully seated. There is no movement even with everyone fully seated and I dare to steal a look at Cain. Again my heart does that thing that makes me feel like a fool because I'm not supposed to feel this way. The expression on Cain's face is one that catches me off guard though. He looks troubled, or rather like he's trying to calm down. I focus on his reflection on the side lens of the car and I see unrivaled allure staring fixedly at the nothingness in front of him. His eyes remain unfocused for a few more seconds, but then he releases a breath, and the engine of the car stutters to life. "You made sure to check the water level, didn't you