I woke up the next morning hugging Agnes. For a split second I was confused until details of last night flooded my memory. What had I done? I had let passion rule over common sense and had taken advantage of my slave. I disentangled myself from her body and dressed her as quickly and gently as I could. I felt like a bad person. Clearly, Agnes had not been in control of her senses yesterday; I should have known better than to make out with her. We had gotten far but there had been no intimacy because at some point she had suddenly fallen asleep. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” her eyes fluttered open. I was glad I had put on her clothes but I was not quite with clothes yet.“Huh? I… I am going to… uhm…” this had to be the stupidest moment of my entire life. I was stuttering and doing so for a human? “My uhm… legs feel so much better. Thank you,” I could see that her face was blank; she did not remember a thing. “It was nothing and she is being punished, you do not have to…” “Who
Agnes POV Something was happening to me that I could not explain. It was like the painting; I had no memory of painting; and had never learned to paint and yet it all felt so familiar, it came so easy. When I held the brush something magical seemed to happen to me. It was this overpowering feeling that I was something much more than I knew myself to be. It was as though a part of me that I had kept repressed had suddenly come to life. Sometimes I found myself struggling to remember something or my body did things that were strange to me but seemed familiar to me. For instance today I wanted to go and sit by the east garden while watching the moon take its full form. I could not think of any logical reason I wanted to do this almost to the point of banging at the door to be let out. Then I began to sob, despairing that I would not get to see the full moon tonight. I paced the entire length of Cyrus' quarters until I came upon a safe. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it p
Salmon's POVI woke up in a strange room. It was not my house nor was it the palace where the king has kept me. I tried to stand up but it was futile; my hands and feet had been bonded by strong ropes. I tried to think of a possible explanation why this but could come up with nothing. If the Alpha had decided that I was guilty he would have tried me and told me the reason he thought so before trying me. Besides if I had been found guilty I would be sent to the gallows immediately. The door opened and in came a man that I knew so well; one that I had shared many pints of beer with and had eaten several times with; his name was Larog. His name was Larog. There was only one possible explanation then; the king had found me guilty. This made my heart sink in my chest. How was that possible? Of course, if I was guilty I must have been framed because I had a clean conscience. I had not known that my nephew had been stealing government money and hiding funds in the South pack. Althoug
Cyrus' POV I led a confused Agnes back to my quarters. When I had shut the door behind us, I checked the entire room just in case there was something suspicious, I found nothing. “You need to remain here until the full moon passes,” I made her sit on the bed. “What is happening to me, Cyrus?” her eyes sparkled with shock after she had called me by my name. I smoothed her hair with my hand and said, “It's okay, we'll figure this out.”“We?” “Yes. But I need you to remain here. Some ugly things are wandering the palace, I do not want them to hurt you, okay?” I quipped; the confusion on her face had not dispelled but she seemed to understand me. “Are Audrey's friends in the palace?” she asked. It was the first time she had mentioned the name of the person who had hurt her. “It doesn't matter, okay? You will be fine. I will have more people guard this place.”“Will you be with Adrianna tonight?”“I… Adrianna was a mistake. It will never happen again,” If it were not for my duties a
Larog was right.I did begin to regret it after I had been bent over and beaten forty straight times on my buttocks. I was certain I would never be able to sit again in my life. Afterward, I was dragged into a cell. The moment the gates were shut, the world turned black around me. It was several hours before I regained my consciousness but my body was numb with pain; I could not move at all. However I felt the presence of another in the room My mind was sent to instant panic, was this another round of torture? How long before the Alpha found out that I had been kidnapped? “Lord Salmon?” at least it was not the voice of Larog but what confused me was why the voice sounded like my nephew, Claudius. I summed it up to the pain, I must be delirious. “Father? It is me,” Claudius had grown up in my home and was like a son to me so he had always addressed me as father and I addressed him as a son. “Son? Do you hunt me now?” I responded to the hallucinating voice speaking to me. “Father?
Cyrus' POV I went myself to investigate the cell Audrey had disappeared from. There was no sign of a forced entry or struggle and I checked for anything to indicate she had tried calling for help but there was nothing. “Did it occur to you perhaps that she might have escaped?” I quizzed Adrianna who seemed startled that I would even consider that a possibility. “Escaped? That doesn't make any sense. She wouldn't…” “There is nothing here to suggest that she was forced out of here,” I gave my reason. “She might have been asleep…” “She is a werewolf from a direct descendant; her superpower is her ability to hear even the littlest sounds in her sleep, if someone tried to kidnap her she would have known,” was the conclusion I could infer from the situation. “There are other possibilities if it was done by one with a shadow skill…” “There is no shadow in the palace,” I said abruptly and looked into her eyes as I did so trying to check if she knew more than she should. “Maybe…” “Ad
McNeil’s head rolled to the ground before I saw the edge of Cyrus' sword. Everyone gasped in shock and I saw Adrianna running towards the entrance of the garden where the full moon celebrations were ongoing. What was she running from? Had she been the one to instigate rumours about Cyrus' supposed impotence? “Any other person with a reason to think I might be impotent?” Cyrus' voice thundered dangerously. I could see the veins stand out on his neck and knew instantly that he was not only angry but enraged, Adrianna was right to run. Cyrus could not be reasoned with in this state. Nobody answered. Nobody wanted to end up like McNeil who had not had a chance to even defend what he had said. “It seems as though this gossip has been spreading amongst you for a while. Tell me, who started it?” Cyrus' voice was deceptively calm. “The slaves that are passing the…” A woman by the name Philemona stepped out to speak but Cyrus did not let her finish. “The slaves? How easy it is for you t
I skimmed through the rest of the letter with a smile on my face. I could rest easy now, everything was going to be alright. *+*+*+*+Salmon's POV I had been beaten until my vision blurred, then darkened, and then I was dunked into a pool of water and thus forcefully roused, and the whole process repeated. This was the seventh time and I had at this point emptied my guts. I was sick and I wanted to puke but there was nothing left in me. “Why are you doing this?” I was beyond exhausted. “You're a werewolf, we'll stop on the tenth time, this is fun you know, really it is if you're the one watching but you've given up that right or you could be…” “What do you want to know? Please just stop this,” I pleaded. “Oh, this is not because I want something; I'm just having fun,” Larog was grinning as he said this, and up until now I had never known anyone could be so sick. If Larog planned to take over Ghysem not only was Ghysem in trouble but the whole world was. I needed to warn Cyrus