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The Alpha's Slave A Shape Shifter
Cyrus' POV There was no birthmark where Lord Salmon had said there should be. “This doesn't prove anything. He could be lying,” exclaimed Larog. “His wife would know,” added Lord Salmon. I was at an impasse but I had a nagging feeling that this was a distraction from the real issue.“Have the both of them locked in separate cells until we locate the governor's wife,” my tone carried boredom, I was no longer interested. But something happened just then; the nephew's skin began to sizzle as though it was burning. A shape shifting werewolf; a rarity but it was not impossible. Slowly the man's skin began to burn and it was not until he was fully covered in smoke that the change happened. Once the smoke had cleared, the image of another man replaced the governor. *+*+*+*+*+“What do we do about the shape shifter?” everybody had left and it was just me and Theo left in the throne room.
The Alpha's Slave Embarrassed
Cyrus' POV Something bad definitely possessed her. I did not know what but it was surreal. When she was done painting whatever had possessed her left and in front of her was the painting of my older brothers. I stood transfixed. The painting had a picture of them when they were much younger. In the picture, one of them held a baby that looked like me. At the very bottom of the painting was the same green colour but this time it was on the marble floor; I read the green scribble; ‘remissionem’. Forgiveness? What did she mean by that? Should I forgive my brothers? I looked at the papers left and wondered if they all held a secret message. One thing I knew for certain though was that Agnes was a portal to connect with Agatha. Was that why I had felt the bond that she was my mate? But why did Agatha choose a human? I knew she had always been sympathetic towards humans; it was one of the reasons my brothers tried justifying her murder. We were not ready for change even though Ag
The Alpha's Slave Torture Again
A few minutes after the door was shut Audrey appeared from nowhere and stood in front of me. Immediately I knew I was in trouble. “A human slave, boring?” she had her hands folded and was eyeing me as she circled me. “Follow me,” she said as though she wanted to show me something interesting. “No, I am to remain here,” it was the only wise thing to do. If I followed her there was no way I was going to come back in one piece or worse I may not be breathing again. “Oh! you will,” she said with a cruel smile and before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by five more werewolves. One of them stuffed my mouth so that I wouldn't scream and they all dragged me away; there was no way I could resist one of them let alone six. They dragged me to an empty room. There was nothing in the room save for a pile of coal that looked as though it was heating up. I began to trash my body when I realised with painfulness what they wanted to do to me; it was futile. “We just want to have
The Alpha's Slave Care
Cyrus' POV I was shocked at the extent of damage that had been done to her body and even more surprised that I had not caught on earlier. I had a strong sense of smell as a werewolf and even more because I was Alpha. How had I failed to notice this? How had I not perceived this? The drinking from yesterday? Was that it? “Who did this to you?” I asked again when I received no response the first time. My question seemed to evoke fear in her as her eyes betrayed her emotions. “Agnes?” but all I got in response was a whimper of pain. “Please say something,” I said to her. I needed to put a name to the rage that was brewing in my chest. This was an insult; someone had dared to lay a finger on what was mine and I had a mind to make the person suffer, whoever it was. “No one, I… I did this…did…this myself,” I could tell she was lying. She was lying and she was doing so out of fear. I wanted to tell her that no matter how scary this person w
The Alpha's Slave A Traitor Painting?
“I'll show you,” there was no point hiding the whole truth from Theo. More than anything I needed my right hand man to understand that keeping Agnes alive and well was not because I had feelings for her but because she was useful. I led him to the room where Agnes painted and there on the canvas was a new painting. It was of Theo staring across a crowded ball looking intensely at Adrianna. The scribble below read, Theo. Adrianna. What did that mean? Was it a warning? Were the two planning something? They were among the few persons I trusted in Ghysem. If I doubted them then I doubted pretty much everything. “How is this relevant to Agnes?” “She painted them and if you look at the bottom of each painting, you'll see some words in green,” I told him. He looked doubtful but he did as I said. “It could prove that she's dangerous. This… this painting, what does it achieve? This could be a setup so you start second guessing the people you trust”. “I have seen her when she does the p
The Alpha's Slave The Culprit
“What is this about?” I was face-to-face with the Gamma, Lord Harold. He did not look pleased and I had not expected him to but I had an errand I had to deliver. “Lord Harold, I come under a royal command. The king was poisoned in your home and has ordered that your house be searched and… and your household come to the palace to be interrogated,” I said the words reluctantly but they had to be said. “This is preposterous and I am going to tell the king just that!” the man thundered and I agreed with him. I was almost certain there would be nothing found in the man's home and even if the beetroot was found, I was sure it was a mistake of the servants. “Lord Harold I…” “Search all you want! You are going to end up with nothing! absolutely nothing. I can assure you that I and my family lead our lives as befitting of our nobility.” “Father?” it was Adrianna; I looked away. “What is this about Theo?” she asked looking confused at the soldiers that all stood behind me. “The Alpha bel
The Alpha's Slave A Reincarnation
Cyrus' POV I hated people who thought they could manipulate me. Audrey was one of such persons. I was not certain what she hoped to happen by the things she was saying but I was not going to play into her hand. What troubled me however was Adrianna. How much had she known about her sister's plan? Had she just gone with it or was the mastermind or she was completely ignorant? I hated being in situations like this one; situations that made me doubt the persons that I trusted deeply. “In Adrianna's room?” I quipped. “Not exactly; she was at the door, she looked as though she had just come out or something but I could be wrong but I saw her…” “She was seated outside the room because I asked her to,” I said without giving a reason even though Lord Harold looked confused. It took a while before he understood what was implied and more so the fact that I was not going to acknowledge it. Lord Harold looked at his daughter in disappointment. He slapped her across the cheek; Adrianna took
The Alpha's Slave Blank Space
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
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The Alpha's Slave The Arrival
It had been two years since Cyrus and Agnes got married in the enchanted garden. Their love had only grown stronger with each day. The palace was always filled with laughter and joy, all thanks to them. This morning, the sun shone softly, making everything look golden and magical.Agnes, with her big pregnant belly, was relaxing in their bedroom on a comfy chaise lounge. She was gently rubbing her belly, feeling the little kicks and movements from inside. They were both so excited to meet their twins soon.Cyrus walked in and immediately noticed Agnes. Despite her being tired from the pregnancy, she still looked beautiful. He went over to her, knelt down, and kissed her belly tenderly."Good morning, my love," he said softly. "And good morning to our little ones."Agnes smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "Good morning, Cyrus. They've been really active this morning."Cyrus laughed quietly and put his hand on her belly. "Seems like they're eager to meet us."He gave her belly one la
The Alpha's Slave The Wedding
The day of the wedding dawned with a golden glow, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm, ethereal light over the palace grounds. The garden, which had been the site of Cyrus’s heartfelt proposal, had been transformed into an even more magical place. An archway covered in climbing roses marked the entrance, their petals a delicate blend of white and blush pink.Rows of chairs draped in ivory fabric lined the pathway leading to the grand gazebo, which was adorned with cascading flowers and soft, billowing curtains. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and lavender, mingling with the sweet fragrance of roses. Lanterns hung from the trees, their light flickering gently in the morning breeze, adding a touch of enchantment to the setting.Inside the palace, Agnes stood before a full-length mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. The seamstress had outdone herself with the gown, creating a masterpiece that made Agnes fe
The Alpha's Slave The Proposal
Cyrus has decided he was going to propose to Agnes and this time not as Agatha, but for who she really was; Agnes. Every detail had been meticulously planned. The garden, a secluded and serene spot within the palace grounds, had been transformed into a romantic haven. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a soft, golden glow, and a pathway of rose petals led to a small gazebo draped in sheer, white curtains. The sound of a gentle stream nearby added to the enchanting atmosphere.Cyrus made his way to the garden, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Theo, walked beside him, offering silent support. They exchanged a brief nod before Theo slipped away, leaving Cyrus to await Agnes's arrival.Cyrus had informed Eunice, Adrianna, and a few other ladies of his decision. So the ladies had deceived Agnes there was going to be a tea in one of the palace gardens. Only for those with high class. Eunice had told Agnes that she was only heading the other slaves in prepari
The Alpha's Slave Labour
Theophilus stood at the edge of the clearing, observing the scene before him. The war had left this part of the kingdom in shambles, but now, with peace restored, the arduous process of rebuilding had begun. The air was thick with the scent of earth and freshly turned soil as workers unearthed the entrances to the underground shelters where the people had sought refuge during the conflict.He walked through the village, greeting the townsfolk who were emerging from their subterranean hideouts. The once desolate and war-torn area was now a hive of activity. Men and women toiled side by side, lifting beams, hammering nails, and repairing the damage. Children, their faces smeared with dirt, played amidst the construction, their laughter a hopeful sign of better days to come.Theophilus paused at the entrance of one of the larger shelters, admiring the ingenuity and resilience of his people. The structure, hidden beneath a thick layer of earth and foliage, had provided safety and refuge d
The Alpha's Slave Justice
Lady Asher's screams echoed through the dimly lit chambers of the southern palace, the sound waves reverberating off the stone walls. Sweat drenched her body, soaking through the linen sheets as she clung to the bedposts, her strength waning with each contraction. The midwives hovered around her, whispering words of encouragement, their hands steady and practiced as they guided her through the agony.The air was thick with the scent of herbs—rosemary and lavender—mingling with the coppery tang of blood, a primal smell that signaled new life. King Ares paced outside the room, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. His footsteps echoed down the corridor as he awaited the arrival of his heir. The southern palace was bathed in moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over the proceedings.The night air vibrated with tension as the kingdom held its breath, awaiting the cry of the newborn prince. And then it came—the final cry, piercing the night. King Ares rushed inside, hi
The Alpha's Slave The First Kill
The days passed in a haze of stolen moments and whispered promises, each encounter between Ashlynn and Ares leaving her breathless and yearning for more. Her heart ached with the weight of her secret, the burden of hiding her true feelings from the world.But on a day before she was to return to Ghysem, she realized something was amiss. Her monthly blood flow had not come, and a subtle queasiness had taken up residence in her stomach. Her heart pounded as she sought out Ares, her feet carrying her to his chambers with a sense of urgency.She found him poring over maps and documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, transporting her to a world of ancient tales and forgotten lore. He looked up as she entered, a smile lighting up his face, illuminating the room."Ashlynn," he said, standing and crossing the room to embrace her. His arms wrapped around her, warm and reassuring, holding her close as if he'd never let her go."What brings yo
The Alpha's Slave A Secret Affair
Lad—Ashlynn,” she said in a shaky voice, her words little more than a breath. She originally had meant to say her title, Lady Asher, but there was something about the warmth Ares was giving her that made her change her mind.Ares' eyes were shown in delight. "A beautiful name for a beautiful young lady!" he exclaimed, awed by her queenly form. Her midnight locks flowed down her back like liquid ebony, highlights of chestnut shimmering in the light. Her emerald eyes were so deep, it felt as though they could look into his very spirit.Their talk had flowed along easily, as water flows along a gently inclined plain. They had said nothing for hours.Not only did Ashlynn possess ravishing beauty, but her intellect, her passion for art, and the gentle strength she exuded intrigued Ares. Her laughter was music to his ears.Ashlynn was intrigued by the layers of Ares’ personality- his intelligence, his underlying kindness beneath his mantel of dominance, and the faint glimmer of vulnerabilit
The Alpha's Slave The Meeting
A sad smile graced Lady Asher's face. She took in a deep breath and then wiped a nonexistent tear as her mind floated back to her younger days.The tension of the war that had separated the North from the South had eased up a bit. It was not forbidden for citizens of Ghysem to venture into the South or vice versa. It was during the winter, and Lady Asher Ashlynn's husband had been sent on an errand by the king.Life was beginning to bore her, and she did not want to feel like a burden to her friend, who was queen. Usually, she would spend her whole day with her best friend, but her friend had duties to attend to, and she often felt like she was in the way.Ashlynn had seen the whole of the North, and her curiosity often made her wonder about the depths of the South. When she was a teenager and the war had happened, she had lived in the North all her life, and her dreams of visiting the South were crushed.She did not have any children, so there was nothing to stop her. It was the perf
The Alpha's Slave Nightmares
Soldiers had been dispersed all over Ghysem and the south which has now become a part of Ghysem. They had sent word to other neighboring packs in the West and East so there was no place for Lady Asher to hide. Each day was spent in anguish and constant nightmares for Cyrus. He kept seeing himself hanging from the ceiling with a black veil on his wrist. Other times, he would see Agnes; her face contorted in pain as she swung from the ceiling, a black veil tied around her wrist and anytime he cut the rope, trying to save her it would be too late.He would end up bringing down a lifeless body.Then he would wake up, covered in sweat and panting heavily like he was fighting a physical war. Tonight was one of those nights Cyrus was drenched in his sweat. His breathing was ragged and then his hands shaky with fear. He felt around the bedside table for a lantern and a match, then struck it to flame the lantern. He sat up properly this time and looked towards where Agnes lay, to be sure she
