“And why should that cause problems?” I asked with a raise of my brows. “Well… he is the son of Lord—”“I heard you clearly the first time,” I told Theo in a cool voice. “Are you trying to tell me to pardon him because he is a Lord's son?”“Not at all I—”“You know what this tells me? His father needs to be investigated too,” I said, cutting him off. “After all, the apple never falls far from the tree.”“I understand your point Cyrus but what I was trying to convey is that the people love Lord Salmon, doing that to his son—”“Conduct an investigation on the Lord and prepare a trial. It should be held by this evening. Make sure you have secured all evidence against the governor.”“Which one should be held this evening? The trial only right?” Theo asked to be sure. "Yes!" I said in an exasperated tone. "If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.""We have other matters to discuss—""Save it for later!" I snapped, striding away towards my study. From just a few meters away, I could perc
Agnes' POV"What the hell have you done to me? What dark powers are you using on me?" Cyrus' eyes no longer held a burning desire for me. I could see unveiled hatred and rage in his eyes. They had become a violent storm of green gradually changing into a bright orange colour."What the hell have you done?" He roared, grabbing me by my throat. "I-i" I began to stammer, too flustered by what went on minutes ago and too stunned by his sudden change in attitude. "I shan't repeat myself! Answer me!""I don't know what you're talking about," I finally managed to say. He stares at me in a deadpan manner and suddenly grabs my wrist, dragging me away from the table and towards the door. It didn't take long before I found myself being led through a musty corridor that had moldy walls which was dimly lit by torches. I could hear screams of anguish in every direction making fear to grip my heart. "Where are you taking me?" I managed to ask. He ignored me and he finally stopped in front of a
My heart skipped at those words.branded, I could not let that happen. Slaves who were branded were bound to their masters forever such that even if they escaped they would always be captured and brought back to their owner. The only time they could be free of such a bond was if a higher creature or someone from a nobler status was interested in the person. In that case, the brand will be transferred and the person will still not be free only to belong to a different person. “Why? The word seems to frighten you, huh?” Alpha Cyrus gave a wicked smile which made me swallow. In spite of my fear I matched his cold gaze with a fierce one. “Do your worst, it will only prove how much of a sick twisted monster you are,” my words were followed by a slap across my face while the slap stung and tears cascaded my cheeks. I held my gaze with Cyrus. He was the first to break the gaze we held. He paced round the room until he stopped suddenly and cursed under his breath. He returned to where I s
Agnes POV “I do not like them tamed. Things are too boring that way,” said Cyrus, then turning to me he said, “do keep your head down, you are disrespecting my subjects by looking at them.” Before I dropped my head down in compliance I was satisfied to see Adrianna's features falter at being referred to as a subject. “Having your scarf around her neck makes it look like she's your woman and not your slave,” I heard her say. “Is there a problem with that?” Cyrus quizzed. “It misrepresents the court, a mere human slave is not worthy of your scarf,” she said. “Is there anyone who is?” he asked with a sarcastic tone; it was mild but it was still there. “Your Luna would be,” she said.“Agatha is dead; there is no other woman worthy.” A strange silence fell on the court after this. It was as though Cyrus had mentioned a forbidden name or rather Adrianna had steered the conversation into unpleasant territory. “Agatha is dead and the throne sits without a heir.”“Adrianna don't…” it
I put my hand over my eyes immediately as soon as I saw the beast sink its claws and teeth into the flesh of its prey. Violently, Theo removed my hands from my eyes and pinned them at my back. Watching in terror made the insides of my stomach churn. "Please, I don't want to see this," I cried, trying to pry my hands away from him. The beast had taken a huge chunk of flesh from him and his blood spurted everywhere. His cries of anguish reverberated round the arena. "Please stop!" I yelled but he was unrelenting."Theo what the hell!", a beastly roar came from behind us. Theo's hands were ripped away from mine with so much force. I whipped my head around to see Cyrus with blazing red eyes. "You sent me to the throne room to torture my slave mentally with this?"Theo met his gaze without faltering. He gave a hard stare and snatched his hands away. "She is obviously messing with you and I had to show her what would happen if I find out anything dark about her.""Messing with me, how?"
I said nothing and turned away, looking out the window while trying to enjoy the scenery. Theo's presence had disrupted my mood even more; disgust and fear settled in the pit of my stomach. The images of the arena flashed through my head repeatedly. Closing my eyes, I prayed that I could forget about it but it only made matters worse. The images became clearer."What did you tell Theo about us?" I snapped my head in Cyrus' direction but I could not open my mouth to say anything. My lips trembled and my fingers were shaking as well, the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was scream. As I recollected events that I had forgotten moments ago, my skin began to crawl and I could feel as though the beast was tearing through my flesh and cracking my bones. "Damn you!" Cyrus roared, sending shivers down my spine. His roar reminded me of the best in the arena. "You didn't tell him we were intimate, did you?" "I-i-i," that was the only thing that managed to come out of my mouth. He st
The ball was in full swing when we arrived; Cyrus in full regalia of his majestic elegance and I clad in proper slave clothes and a leash about my neck. “Remember to keep your head down,” he whispered into my ear as we walked in. When we entered the hall, everything stopped for Cyrus: the music, dancing, eating, whatever had been going on inside before and then the next minute was filled with a chorus of reverence to Cyrus. I rolled my eyes as I watched this happen. Cyrus was escorted himself by Adrainna. I could not tell what she looked like because I kept my eyes glued to the ground but I could feel the intense stare of condensation as she looked my way. My game plan this evening was to go by without getting noticed and so I kept my cool. “She's properly behaved today but I can tell it's a ruse, she's not broken yet,” I heard Adrianna comment as she walked side by side with Theo and I trailing behind them. “My slave seems to bother you a lot,” responded Cyrus. “She does, I do
She bent down to my level and with considerable force grabbed my leash. I could see her reading the inscription on the leash. She hissed and said, “interesting, you're the Alpha's pet and here you are unscathed.” I did not react to anything she said and although I would never admit it, I was beginning to feel anxious to have Cyrus come for me. Whoever this woman was I did not like her or whatever intentions she had for me.“You're pretending like you do not hear me. You do not fool me, you low life…” she had her hand raised to hit me and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the slap but it never came. I began to relax when I heard, “Your Majesty!” I opened my eyes and saw that Cyrus had held her hand midair before her palm could land on my face. Standing behind Cyrus was a displeased looking Adrianna and an even more irritated Theo; I returned my gaze to the ground. “You knew she was mine, didn't you Audrey?” quipped Cyrus in a hostile tone. “Your Majesty, I… she was misbehaving,