“His corpse is still fresh; his soul still very present with us, he should be allowed to attend the wedding,” responded Lord Marshall. “Attend the wedding? You want a corpse to attend the wedding?” I quipped. It was sad that my father had died but I could not imagine bringing his corpse to my wedding. It was not because I cared much but rather for the sake of my bride. “It is not just a corpse it is your father that we speak of,” returned Lord Marshall. “I know but Moana deserves a proper wedding,” I voiced. I knew that although she was present she may be unable to voice her discomfort so she would not seem disrespectful to her father but I cared little for showing him any respect and l would like it if my wife-to-be communicated her discomfort rather than just following through with any decision. “It would not be a proper wedding if my father-in-law is not in attendance,” said Moana. It was the first thing she had said at the start of this meeting. I gave her a strange look. Had
Agnes' POV I could not move no matter how hard I tried; at least not until I felt the strange man had left completely. I was now alone with the green lantern and I could not comprehend what I was supposed to do. It was at that moment I could hear Cyrus’ reaching out to me from the depths of his mind but for some reason I could not fathom I could not answer his call. It was as though something in the air was suppressing me. I tried to leave the spot that I had been stuck on and this time I made progress. When I had gotten close enough to where the green lantern had been dropped by the strange man I saw that there was a hut within reach and suddenly I felt the overpowering need to sleep. My bones felt sore and my muscles began to cramp so I entered the hut and behold there was a bed. I was transported to Dreamland right away. I was back to simpler times when Cyrus did not exist either as my master or my mate. I was seated on the floor while my mother was seated on a chair braiding m
“We have been waiting for a while now. What does he call you? His right hand? You should go tell the Alpha that we need to see him,” Lord Robert commanded me.I was not offended. The fact that I was so close to the king coupled with the fact that I had no noble background or connections made me a constant target for vile words especially when Cyrus was absent. I had known Cyrus had disappeared into his room earlier so I went there straight away.I knocked and waited for him to either open the door or tell me to come in but I got no response. I knocked again but all remained quiet from inside. I started to worry that something had happened to Cyrus so I pushed the door open but it was empty. I saw another door in his room that had been left open and entered but there was no Cyrus. I checked all over the palace for all the possible places Cyrus could be but he was nowhere to be found. This was strange because in all the time I had been his right-hand man he had never disappeared w
After the noble ministers had dispersed, Cyrus attempted to escape me but I intercepted him before he could leave the throne room. “I searched the palace for you,” my tone was accusatory. “The palace is a big place, even I don't know it all,” his response was vague. Wherever he had been he was reluctant to reveal his whereabouts. “Agreed, but you were not in the palace,” I returned. “Well, it is chaotic here, I needed a break from all the drama. I thought about hunting; you know we should hunt more often. It helps reduce stress and it is more in tune with our innate nature,” he said. I knew his disappearance had nothing to do with hunting not just because he had no kill to show for it but because he was avoiding my gaze. “You did not go out to hunt,” I called his bluff and he had a defeated look on his face. “You cannot just let go, can you?” quipped Cyrus. I could detect a hint of frustration in his voice. “It is my job to wear you down; what have you been up to?” I asked. “I
A look of confusion appeared on his face as he looked at me. With a sigh, and in a strangled voice, Alpha Cyrus said. "I can't accept you as my mate."Three Days Ago"You can have her." My stepfather's voice was a strained whisper. He avoided my eyes and adjusted his position on the stool he sat on. My mother said nothing to object; she never opposed anything he did even when it was going to kill her. I sucked in a sharp breath and continued to stare at her, waiting for her intervention. She looked at me, and then at her feet. "Agnes, please make this sacrifice. For the sake of your siblings."I always thought I knew what betrayal was, until this very day. The porcelain tea jug I was holding clattered to the ground, hot tea spilling on my legs, and the shards flying about. "Mother?" I questioned, still not believing it. My father had been killed when he worked in a coal mine. It was not murder per se, but the working conditions were poor for such little pay. We barely had enough t
“What the hell?” I exclaimed, rushing at him. My stepfather lay limp on the chair, blood gushing out of his neck in a mad frenzy. He held my hands which had been raised to attack him. “Let us be on our way.”He began to drag me away but I resisted, looking behind me at my mother who still sat, her eyes emotionless as she stared at her husband's dead body.“He has children,” I cried as we stepped out into the open. My mind was a chaotic haven for emotions I could not recognize. I did not even know how I felt about the death of someone who betrayed me. Judas had been good to me once upon a time and I was not going to forget it. “He doesn't deserve them,” the man said coldly. “They need their father!” I exclaimed, exasperated. “How do you think they will react to seeing their father's dead body with a dagger to his neck?""I did not leave my dagger in his neck." This man has the guts to flash me a smile. "This is pure silver, too expensive to be left in the body of filth.""You are un
There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?""Considerably so. We reached a compromise.""They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed."Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her.""Again? A fine price? For a human? Those lowly backstabbing creatures?" He asked with raised eyebrows."Yes.""You have an obsession." The man named Theo gave a tight smile and let out an exasperated breath. "Let's hope this one survives," he whistled then turned to me. "And you are?""Agnes." I ignored the hand he had out to shake me. "What do you mean by your statement?""What statement?" He asked, his hands still hanging out, waiting for a handshake that was never going to come."Let's hope this one survives?""Oh, it was nothing," he responded airily. "And it is not polite to lea
"Oh please," I scoffed. "The job was done. You had your tea the way you liked it. Why should it matter who made the tea?""I am telling you that in future, I will not tolerate such." It was when he said this, that I noticed he had taken off his tailcoat and his shirt was unbuttoned. I looked away quickly. "Oh, how nice!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Maybe in the future, you should get someone to train me to do certain tasks that I am not used to doing.""What have I told you about respect?" He stood up coolly and walked to my front. I took a step back and he moved forward. "I am the Alpha of this pack. Your master," he hissed. With shaky legs, I moved backward until I was against the wall. Previously, I had a comeback for everything he had to say but suddenly, his aura felt too intimidating and I could not respond. He leaned against me, his angry eyes boring deep into my soul, daring me to defy him. I whimpered slightly, trying to shrink into the wall behind me. His