“Aren’t you happy to see an old friend Adelaide?” Raymel, Prince of the Lycans beyond the corridor and someone who should hate my guts by now, still manages to say my name in that charming way of his. I stand up and an arrow comes for me immediately. Panic flares in my heart as I see it coming and I almost scream, that is until Raymel raises his hand and the arrow stops in mid air. My heart threatens to give out. Raymel smiles as he looks at me but his eyes tell the truth. If he drops that hand, I can imagine that the arrow would go straight through my heart and end me on the spot. “I have much more pleasant things for you in store, little wolf. An arrow would be too easy.” Rhys groans softly as he gets up and I watch as water slides off his clothes. I am soaked, down to my undergarments, but he’s not. The water seems to roll off his tunic and he becomes dry immediately. Raymel smirks and meets Rhys’s glare before chuckling. “If it isn’t one of Lyros’s dogs. Nice meeting you Pr
My head aches. Fuck. The sound of the carriage as it rolls on almost deafens me because for some reason, everything is so loud. My heart feels like it’s running a race of a thousand miles right now and with the way it’s pounding, I don't know what to think. Am I dying? “Cain?” My eyes fly open and my hand stills halfway to my head. “Cain, are you okay in there?” “Safira?” “Yes, it’s me. What the fuck Cain?” My head sends another lash of pain through my brain and I grit my teeth against it. Fuck, why does my head hurt so much? “Cain, are you listening to me? Do you at least have an explanation for what has happened?” I turn my brain upside down for one of those explanations but I can't find anyone. “Safira, can you tell me what happened first? I can’t remember a thing.” “Well, you better. Lyros has gone ahead of us and he’s on his way to the capital.” I consider that information for a while before nodding. “It’s not strange that he would do something like that. Why are
Horace Duval is a man of few words. He doesn’t need to talk too much when he’s the captain of the King’s guards, and he’s keeping to that well. Still, I can't help but wonder. “Why are you here?” My hands are shackled and my feet are tied, but I still have my mouth. I know what it is to be a man of few words. I am one, or rather Cain is one. I can’t remember any of what happened during those moments after I saw my eyes in Lyros’s, and it’s strange, this thing. It’s eliminated my cornea and iris. My eyes are like orbs now, and in that orb is a crescent moon. “It’s none of your business why I'm here.” “But you’re here for something aren’t you?” Captain of the King’s guard Horace directs a leveled glare at me. I smile back and notice the way he averts his eyes. When he turns them back to me, they’re filled with scorn. “Is it your habit to smile indecently?” I chuckle because Cain would rarely smile. Cain is the hurt one, the one in pain, but Fenrir can smile all he wants. “I ne
“Greetings Cain.”King Rafie sits and his presence occupies half the space in the carriage.“Greetings King Rafie.”His frame is almost an identical match to Lyros’s, long muscular legs that taper to a thin waist and an impossibly well-built chest. All the Lycan kings look like this, they carry this feeling of intimidation with them but unlike Lyros, some of them release that aura without ever meaning to.King Rafie has a handsome face, with thick brown hair and lush lashes, full lips, and a strong jaw. Eyes the color of tanzanite. I realize he’s staring at me too and the reality of my eyes right now strikes me once more.I sigh instead of beg and I look away. He chuckles.“The eyes look good on you Cain, so does this new form.”My head shakes of its own volition in the negative.“I’m shackled because of them, and how do you know I'm Cain? I could be anybody.” “Someone like Fenrir Dragmir. The charming aristocrat who steals the heart of the princess only to break it a few days later?
“Adelaide?”Cain’s voice is like honey in my ears.“Adelaide.”My eyes are heavy and they are sleep-filled. I cannot open them even if I wanted to. They are swollen and bruised now. Raymel punched me. “Adelaide? Can you hear me?”A weak grunt is the voice’s reply. Yeah, I can hear him, but I wish he didn’t have to come at this moment.Raymel is on the other side of the camp they’ve brought me to. The lamp in his tent is illuminating the space inside and the outline of him and what he’s doing is clear.My ears react to the sound immediately and soon my head is filled with it. The sound of thumping, of skin slapping skin. Raymel fucks fast and hard. The female he’s banging has firm tits, they don’t dangle off her body as she kneels in a doggy position, the shadow of her hair even gives it a silky feel, but the main focus of the show is Raymel.He’s perfect.The outline of his body is like a sculpted statue. Everything from the biceps of his arms to the well-built upper section.“Ahhhhh
“Are we there yet?”I receive no answer so I ask again.“Are we there yet?”Raymel’s jaw locks in and he scowls as he turns his eyes to me.He’s annoyed but his annoyance doesn’t answer my question so I ask again.“Are we there yet?”“No, we are not fucking there yet! Are you a kid Adelaide?”I want to tell him I might as well be but I figure it’s something that would get me beaten or shackled. I’m comfortable enough in this cage.Yes, I've been put into a one-person cage.I run my hands over the rough wood and falling tree bark before pulling slightly again. It doesn’t give. Twine has been used to hold the pieces of wood together, and the large sticks make for a fairly efficient cage.What I don't understand though is why I am in this cage and why they’re all looking at me like that.By they, I mean everyone. Raymel has a buttload of anger gleaming in his soft brown eyes and it’s a wonder his eyes remain soft even after I've seen the kind of person he is. People shouldn’t be judged b
“What?” He nods and settles back into the seat in that carefree posture of his again. Even Raymel had a stiffness to his back as he sat... He sat up, back straight, chin forward, infuriating eyes glaring at me even as I bit my nails just to irritate him. This guard though. He sits like he’s the prince. He’s carefree, and my time around my brother’s friends taught me at least one thing. A carefree attitude is usually the cause of a carefree life, and a carefree life is most times offered by filthy rich parents. Or at least well-to-do ones. A wave of nostalgia assaults me and in a split second, I feel myself in the forest again, bones broken and heart pounding, running away from my brother and his friend who sought to take me back to a pack I wanted to escape from. That felt like something that happened years ago, not months ago. I feel so much older now. Which explains why I feel I'm being underestimated by this male currently with me. To him, I'm a naive little wolf girl. A
Safira leads me into the castle where we catch up with Lyros, but Lyros doesn’t say a word to me. I don’t know if I want him to. I don’t know why I expected him to, but the silence doesn’t feel as good as I always imagined it was. I need information right now. I need information, not silence, and I am being starved of it.I need information about Cain.“Is…. Cain okay, Lord Lyros?”My words are almost silent but they’re heard. Lyros turns to look at me and I don't know why I react the way I do, I know I should look away, but I don't and his ice blue eyes bore into mine.I expect a slap. A hit.Some torturous mental pain, but he just gives me that brief look before averting his gaze again.“Cain is on his way, you can see for yourself when he gets here.”Not enough information, but enough for me to know something is up.“I’m sorry for being brought here this way. This wasn’t the plan.”I hear something akin to an irritated growl before I get his response.“I know this wasn’t the pla