☉NAIDA A single candle flared to life. It illuminated the royal chambers, as I made my way in. I had not really seen anything the last time I was here, but now, I could make out as far as the candlelight allowed me. The headmaid had knocked a thousand rules into my head, whispered a thousand tips and specifics into my ears, and gave me a detailed mental map of the royal chambers. “No mistakes or I'll have your head.” She had said as a way of encouragement. Someday, I might grow fond of that old wench. The royal chambers had six varying, cavernous rooms, all differently built and molded to suit the Alpha King's tastes. The first room, which I stood in, was bathed in the golden light from the flame. On the far window, the dark blinds were half-open, allowing just a few rays of illuminating moonlight. I paused, eyes widening in awe. It was like the night I arrived in Ravthorn. The riches, the wealth, the sheer difference in power from the other packs, stumped me. But that had
☉NAIDA “I'd like that.” He answered silkily, running the soapy washcloth down his abs. Goddess curse me. I made my way forward to grab more soaps from the shelve. I felt his gaze following me. Kneeling at the edge of the pool, I cleared my throat subtly, waiting for him to move closer so I could reach him. He waded closer, and faced me, waiting. An awkward silence ensued, but that just had to be me. His confidence levels had to be through the roof if he could maintain eye contact with me while literally washing himself. I was ready to evaporate into steam, looking everywhere but at his face, or soaking wet body and I wasn't even the one naked. “Um,” I muttered, “I think it would be more effective if you turned around.” “I’d rather have my eyes on you, Naida. You're interesting,” He said, arching one perfect eyebrow. “Never seen anyone get under Freya's skin as much as you did.” I wasn't sure what that meant, but I blushed all the same. Resigning myself to my fate, I
☉NAIDA I heard the drums first. The sounds of celebration filtering in from the windows set off a splitting headache between my temples. Groaning, I peeled my eyes open, realizing that my entire body was aching. The room was dim, and it took a few blinks to get accustomed to the fact that meager rays of moonlight were the only source of light in here. I tried to sit up and realized that I was holding something solid. My head felt so hazy, coupled with the headache, so I was too disoriented to even realize what it was. A metallic smell hung heavily around me like a shroud and it intensified with each passing second. Then it finally clicked. It was blood. “W-what…?” I croaked, bringing my hands closer to my face. There was blood coating my skin, and a large, sharp knife wrapped within my fingers, caked with blood. My heart pounded, as I looked around me, noticing that there was blood… everywhere. All over the floor, congealed, darkened pools of it… and to my horror, my eye
☉NAIDA A warm hand touched my freezing skin, and I jolted out of my stupor, cowering away, only for my entire body to seize in pain. I whimpered, swiping blindly at whoever was trying to touch me. “Shh. Shh.” A womanly voice whispered. “I'm here to get you out of here. I need you to be quiet.” She was holding a dim lamp, the flame obscured by the big black cloak she had on. I squinted at her, my eyes already used to the paralyzing darkness of the dungeon so even that tiny flame was too bright. “You're freezing, poor girl.” She held my arm, trying to help me up. “Come with me. We don't have much time, your execution is in a few hours. You can't be here when the guards return.” It took a moment for me to realize who it was. “Nuala?” I croaked weakly. “H-how did you get in here—” “You can ask your questions later, girl. Now, get up.” She sounded more stern, forcing me to my cramped feet. I groaned, quickly biting my lip to keep any more sounds of agony from escaping. I mu
☉NAIDAScreams echoed through my head, coupled with distorted images of Alpha Cassian. First, it was his flashy smile, illuminated by the moonlight. Then it was a bloodied face with the skin peeled right off. The peeled skin lay at my feet, with a dripping knife in my other hand. The next image that filled my vision was Cassian's lifeless green eyes, with blood flowing out of them. Execute her! It was Nysa's voice, so warped and guttural, with a barrage of screams, roars, and bloody flashes that jolted me awake. I sat up from the bed of hay I was curled in, gasping and clenching my heart. It was pounding so hard that the sounds were deafening against the silence of the night. I looked around the small cottage, trembling and trying to calm myself. The old witch was lying in her bed, seemingly fast asleep but it was hard to tell. I had spent two days with her, and realized that she led a very weird lifestyle, sleeping at odd times and staring into
☉NAIDA “Come on out,” The merchant said, as the door of the compartment slid open, allowing the inflow of some much-needed breeze. “We're here. Didn't think we'd get past all the heavy protection of the Ravthorn border.” I sat up from my lying position, my spine cramping from squeezing in a tight space for the whole journey. From beyond the carriage door, I could see that it was nighttime, with some lights dotting the distance. He reached out to me and I took his hand, forcing my aching limbs to function as I climbed out. The breeze was stronger outside the carriage, and I gladly took in lungfuls of the chilly, clean air, which resulted in a series of sneezes. “The maids' quarters are in the farthest corner of the courtyard.” The merchant was speaking, even if I was absolutely transfixed by my new and strange surroundings, “Follow the trail of Magnolia trees through the back garden, and you'll find your sister. Good luck.” “Thank you.”
☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her! The accusatory screams were so jarring that my eyes flew open to meet darkness. I was panting, sweating, trembling. For a moment I had no idea where I was, so I panicked, flailing my arms to feel the walls around me. It felt like some sort of enclosure, and I began to feel claustrophobic, gasping for air and scrambling to my feet. My body hit a door and it fell open, and I crashed into a hallway that was so bright it hurt my eyes. Wincing, I pulled myself up, looking back at the enclosure I had just fallen out of. Brooms of different sizes lay scattered all over the place, and I sighed. I had fallen asleep in a broom closet. I moved to rearrange them when a haughty voic
☉ELDARIEN Her scent lingered in the air long after she had fled. It was indescribable, far more unique and potent than anything I had ever perceived in all my years of living. A salty mix of her pheromones, and some flowery scent that oozed off her lengthy, thick brown tresses. I had heard her come in, heard the relentless pounding of her heart, tasted the sharp tang of fear oozing out of every pore in her body, and counted every fluttering breath that she allowed out. She was running from the headmaid, I could tell. It wasn't so odd for the maids to be absolutely terrified of Freya. She was a rigid, sharp, vicious creature that terrorized every servant within her vicinity. I wouldn't normally be aware of these things, but even Freya's horrid reputation caught my attention. So I had just remained still in my comfortable dark surroundings, expecting the poor frightful maid to leave my chambers the moment she was done hiding. But then I got hit with her scent. Her essence set
☉NAIDA “I'd like that.” He answered silkily, running the soapy washcloth down his abs. Goddess curse me. I made my way forward to grab more soaps from the shelve. I felt his gaze following me. Kneeling at the edge of the pool, I cleared my throat subtly, waiting for him to move closer so I could reach him. He waded closer, and faced me, waiting. An awkward silence ensued, but that just had to be me. His confidence levels had to be through the roof if he could maintain eye contact with me while literally washing himself. I was ready to evaporate into steam, looking everywhere but at his face, or soaking wet body and I wasn't even the one naked. “Um,” I muttered, “I think it would be more effective if you turned around.” “I’d rather have my eyes on you, Naida. You're interesting,” He said, arching one perfect eyebrow. “Never seen anyone get under Freya's skin as much as you did.” I wasn't sure what that meant, but I blushed all the same. Resigning myself to my fate, I
☉NAIDA A single candle flared to life. It illuminated the royal chambers, as I made my way in. I had not really seen anything the last time I was here, but now, I could make out as far as the candlelight allowed me. The headmaid had knocked a thousand rules into my head, whispered a thousand tips and specifics into my ears, and gave me a detailed mental map of the royal chambers. “No mistakes or I'll have your head.” She had said as a way of encouragement. Someday, I might grow fond of that old wench. The royal chambers had six varying, cavernous rooms, all differently built and molded to suit the Alpha King's tastes. The first room, which I stood in, was bathed in the golden light from the flame. On the far window, the dark blinds were half-open, allowing just a few rays of illuminating moonlight. I paused, eyes widening in awe. It was like the night I arrived in Ravthorn. The riches, the wealth, the sheer difference in power from the other packs, stumped me. But that had
☉NAIDA Vicious whispers followed me. “The Alpha King picked her himself.” “She was nothing but an imposter. If witches were not extinct, I would think she was one. She must have bewitched him.” “She’s not even special. Nothing but a pretty face. I hope he gets tired of her soon.” “Of course, he will. He never takes mistresses. I heard he rejected even the most exotic and foreign beauties brought to his chambers. She's a mere peasant, lower than a slave, she snuck into the palace for the goddess' sake. She's nothing. Below us, even.” I kept my head high and face forward, as I hurried after the Headmaid. I had to appear calm and unaffected by the whispers, even if I was screaming and panicking on the inside. Beads of sweat rolled down my spine, because the events of today had my head reeling. “Naida,” Eolia whispered. I looked at her. She smiled at the panic on my face. “Relax. The worst is over. The king won't be cruel to you, you'll be okay.” I nodded, trying my hardes
Nausea bubbled up inside me, and I was waiting to feel that rage. The one that lit me up in flames and burned five full-blooded men. There was nothing. Nothing but the cold embrace of dread, fear, and panic. I was helpless. It only seemed like a few heartbeats before two royal guards appeared from the corner, pushing and cursing at Eolia. She did not look panicked, just calm. She did not plead for herself, struggle with the guards, or curse them for manhandling her. However, that changed the moment our eyes met across the distance. Worry took over her features and genuine sadness. I had never felt more guilty in my entire twenty-three years of existence. She had helped me, and now her life was ruined. Just like the old witch who got her throat slit by the Ivorythorn guards. Everyone who helped me… got nothing but misery in return. “Guards! Throw them out of the castle gates! I want to taste their shame and humiliation! Every swine and traitor who has eyes will see what h
☉NAIDA Their yells of outrage echoed down the hallway, but my eyes were strained on the door to the room, my safe haven. I was running so fast that I barely stopped in time when I saw the door hanging wide open. “Are you sure you're not trying to play smart with me, young woman!” Freya's voice boomed out of the room, “Who has been staying on that empty bed?!” “No one else but me, Headmaid,” Eolia answered calmly, “I must apologize for my greed, sometimes the other bed is cooler so I lay there.” Oh no. I clung to the wall, peeking in. Freya, and some poor maid she wrangled as her assistant, stood in the middle of the room. Eolia, Mother bless her, had hidden everything that might betray my presence, away, leaving only her belongings all over the room. Still, Freya was not particularly convinced. She picked something up from the bed, holding it up to Eolia's face. She snarled, “Who owns this hair strand?! Its color is lighter than yours!” What? She had to be a curse upon m
☉NAIDA The rumble of thunder jolted me out of my daze. I straightened up, clenching my thighs against the persistent throb of need that had plagued me for days now. It was useless, nothing could abate the rising desire and lust writhing under my skin. The Alpha king was sinfully gorgeous, that was common knowledge, but thoughts of him had me feeling things that were completely out of place. I had only run into him twice, and the second time, he was some demon trying to fuck me in the dark catacombs. My breasts were heavy with twisted arousal, nipples hard and aching with each brush against the fabric of my maid dress. Something had to be really wrong with me if that was what I was attracted to. I had been able to shove these inappropriate sensations away for some time, but recently, they took over my thoughts, my dreams, my every breath. It was only made worse by the suspicion, that I might be experiencing my first rut. It was impossible for a human, but not for a werewolf
☉NAIDA I looked up to see Eolia cutting through the crowd to where I sat in the corner, in a puddle of water. “Oh my goddess, were you in there? I heard that there was a fire in this part of the male quarters…what happened? Are you hurt?!” “I'm fine, Eolia, I was only caught in the smoke. The fire started way deeper down the building.” I lied. I had been in the fire. Even before it exploded, I had felt it under my skin, rising with my anger…before everything went up in flames right before my eyes. But how was that possible? The fire didn't miss any of the pigs that had been trying to rape me. No, it sought them out, licking their skin and drying their blood… almost like it was avenging me. But I could not tell Eolia any of that. Not yet. Not here. I couldn't quite understand or believe what had even happened back there. She sighed, looking back at the building, where most of the fire had already been extinguished, leaving blackened walls and white smoke. A few men had hur
☉NAIDA “Come here, pretty little bird,” One of the male servants stalked closer, “Let me see what precious little lady bits you have hidden under that hideous garment!” I could smell his rank breath from where I stood, along with the odious odor wafting out from his bushy underarms. Grime lined every joint in his body, he was the biggest of them all, and his tunic was grossly stained with goddess-knows-what. My heart broke into a churn of dread, as I stepped back, holding my arms out as if to stop his advancement. “Athelia,” I said, barely able to hold back the terrible anger bubbling up my throat. “Tell your little minions to get away from me, right now.” The men jeered, encroaching into my space one step at a time. Athelia had taken up a spot by the far wall, twisting two strands of her hair together, leisurely. She was smiling giddily, eyes glinting with so much excitement, it made me wonder if she had done something like this before, to some other unfortunate maid. A t
☉NAIDA The demon I had encountered in the catacombs could not even be called “small” as a joke. His aura and power alone swept through stones and boulders, making torches light themselves up. Those dark wisps of power encasing his naked form were ominous, curling through the air for prey to devour. His physical form was even more imposing than usual, and he was already built like a muscled tower. But he had recognized me. A shiver tore my spine, heat bubbling under my skin. Those stormy grey eyes had seen my fear, he had heard my cries far beyond his possessed state. And he had carried me off to safety. Something ached between my legs, shocking me. I should not be feeling this easy towards a situation that almost cost me my life. But I was. My traitorous body wanted nothing more. “I'm just glad you weren't hurt,” She said. “If he had had his way with you… your cover would have been blown, Naida. Everyone within the castle would want to know the maid the Alpha king had chose