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
"You look beautiful Miss Adelaide."I feel my cheeks heat up again and I stretch out a gloved hand so Rhys can help me up. He's the blond one and so far he's the only one who has said anything to me. The stylist lady stands to one side, picking out pins from a box and taking a look at the hairdo I have chosen from time to time.The dress I chose is a simple one but as opposed to a lower bodice and skirt with excessive fabric in flair, I chose something else. Pencil fit."I can barely walk."Rhys chuckles again and I hear a happy sound escape my lips too. I'm elated. Excitement is rushing through me more pleasantly than I have experienced it before, and along with that, there's the odd feeling that I'm way in over my head.I barely know what's going on but I picked a dress that is so sophisticated. We could be going for a walk in the park to the best of my knowledge. All this would seem unnecessary if whatever Cain is keeping from me isn't worth the stress.I hear a zipping sound and
"Do you think she's ready?"Lyros sits by the window of his room and his eyes don't leave the book he's reading. I nod, regardless of the fact that he isn't looking at me and I try to make my chest a bit less tight.I can be many things, but I'm not a nanny. I can't groom an omega into the weapon he wants her to be."Rhys is asking if he can help her prepare for the rest of her tasks from now on. I feel that's a good idea."Lyros's eyes leave his book and he delivers a raised brow."Isn't Rhys the one pining after you?"It takes a while before I can answer and when I do I make sure my voice is calm."Rhys is one of your warrior Lycans Lyros, and as for the matter of pining after me, it won't affect their training. I'll make sure to stay out of the way."I feel Lyros's ability come at me with the subtlety of a snake, slithering and flicking its tongue at the edges of my mind. I allow him in and let him see what he wants to see.I let him see Adelaide being meek and obedient, a bit stub
When I receive the letter Cain sends informing me of the new routine I'm to follow, I'm smitten by how clean his handwriting is.It's beautiful.Of course, his message also makes me feel something fluttering in my stomach. Butterflies maybe, I don't really know but I know the feeling is there. According to the letter, Rhys is going to help me draft a workout schedule and then I'm going to train with him going forward.I've never really worked out before, but I guess it has its benefits. Back in my parent's pack, I was not much better than a slave. There was no time to think of anything else except my chores and I'd probably have been bullied if I ever tried working out.Here in the Lycan king's huge building, I'm something more like property. According to Cain, no one can order me around except they've been given the power to by Lyros, and apart from Lyros no one should have the power to lay a finger on me.Somehow that makes sense, seeing as the Lysandra lady didn't hit me even thoug