"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 gaze softened a bit and his eyes dropped to my lips. Instinctively, I bit on it and avoided his eyes, swallowing hard. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body and my eyes traveled to the lines of abs on his stomach and the v shape that went down his trousers.
Something strange stirred within me as I observed his physical features. I wanted to reach out and use my fingers to trace his body. Those were urges I had never felt before.
"What are you staring at?" His voice was husky as he asked this question and his eyes were clouded by something that I could not fathom.
He did not give me room to answer. His fingers were on my lips and he dipped his head, his lips only inches away from mine. Realizing how compromising our position was, he cleared his throat and stepped away from me.
"Get lost."
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Cyrus demanded me to be by his side every time.
I had thought that as his slave, he would exclude me from certain things. Like when he had political conversations with people but that was not the case.
"Their government will pay a fine if any strays are caught here. A heftier fine if they should attack the humans amongst us. I seriously wonder why these wolves can't stick to eating animals and decide to go for humans.
“It is a cowardly move,” Cyrus agreed. “Imagine attacking defenseless creatures.”
There was a bit of silence before Cyrus spoke again.
"The same goes for us does it not? If there's a stray wolf in their lands."
"Yes," Theo sighed. "It took a long time to agree. The argument was that a stray Northern wolf was more dangerous than a stray Southern wolf."
Cyrus snorted. "We won't be dangerous if those greedy bastards did not steal our slaves and kill them just to taste human meat."
"I suppose so."
"Another thing," Theo said. "One of their men needs your blood for healing."
"Why would I give them?"
"We are trying to avoid a war here Cyrus," Theo groaned.
"Which wolf did he try to kill? That is the reason right?"
"He didn't try. He and Ava got into a squabble and she scratched him. His blood is contaminated with the chemical she uses to manicure her nails."
Cyrus chuckled. "Then Ava should give him her blood."
"She's being difficult as always. Please."
"Fine," Cyrus rolled his eyes. He pulled out a golden dagger from his pocket and stabbed his finger, allowing blood to drop into a wine glass. "That should do."
I was amazed at how the blood suddenly stopped flowing.
"I believe we are done here." Cyrus stood up and then turned to me. "I am going to hunt. I shall be back in a few hours, make sure a bath is prepared for me by then."
Cyrus's POV
I had no intentions of hunting but I did not want to be in proximity of Agnes for a while. It had only been three days since we met, and a day of her being here, and somehow she had managed to stir feelings that I had not experienced in a very long time. Feelings that I had not experienced in a hundred years.
I tried to play off the sparks that had been between us earlier in the study. During my meeting with Theo, I tried my best to ignore her presence and act like it had never happened but a part of my subconscious could not get her off my mind. There was something about Agnes that intoxicated me.
Could it be her smell? Or the way her * shaped blue eyes called me. Or was it the way her pouty lips moved when she spoke? Or the grace with which she walked? I had no idea.
I walked away from the castle as briskly as I could, shooing the guards who tried to follow me away. I needed space and time to clear my mind from her.
The evening breeze was cool against my skin as I walked towards my garden. On getting to the gates, I pushed them open and walked towards Agatha's grave standing in front of a fountain.
It had been a long while since I had visited her grave and a wave of guilt washed over me as I remembered the feelings that I had experienced today. I felt guilty, as though I had betrayed Agatha for feeling that way about another woman.
After Agatha's death, all forms of romantic feelings or feelings of lust left me. Despite the constant pressure of the elders to find a mate or wife who would give me an heir, I could not stomach romance.
She was the only woman I had ever loved and I had prayed for years for the moon goddess to bring her back to me but my prayers had not been answered. Since then, I had given up hope and told myself to only cherish memories of her. However, those memories were painful to recall because of how it ended so I stopped visiting her grave. It was too painful for me to do so.
"Forgive me," I whispered, plucking a rose from a nearby flower and laying it on the ground gently. "Forgive me," I whispered again.
Agnes POVCyrus did not return until hours later. At first, I had been bored to death and roamed around the palace, trying to explore places of my own. I had initially considered escaping from this place but it was not worth it. We had spent two days on the road and I was sure it was not a journey I could make on my own if I intended to return home. From what I had speculated, there was no safer place here than the palace. The neighboring city belonged to the Southern Wolves and that zone was not human friendly. Stepping one foot in there meant I was going to die and never see my siblings again. They were the only family I wanted to return to. Midway into my wandering, I stumbled upon a large building that happened to be the library and I had picked up a book that told the story of how werewolves came to be. I had been so intrigued by reading about their history, culture, and ceremonies that I did not notice how much time had gone by. One thing that intrigued me the most about the w
Agnes POV I was taken aback at first but it did not take me long to recover. Mate. But that was not possible. That much I knew he was right about or at least from the books I’d read in the library, we could not be mates. That only happened between werewolves of which I was not. I looked at him and I could see that his confusion was genuine. He could feel something deeply that I felt only vaguely. “Leave, Agnes, Leave!” He barked but I could not bring myself to. Everything around me felt like a haze. It was as though my body was not mine and it refused to believe that I had just been rejected by an Alpha. “I I want to… I can't…” I struggled to say. He looked at me alarmed, cleared his throat and I saw him try to stand up from the bath but he could not either. It was as though a force stronger than us was pinning us down. Whatever it was, we were powerless against it. “You're a witch. That is the only explanation and I swear…” but he could not talk and in panic, I rushed forwar
Cyrus POV I could not comprehend what had happened to me just last night. There was no explanation for it. I could not even get one because I was the Alpha. I was supposed to know everything. The only people I could confide in were perhaps the priest and Theo but even at that they were still my subordinates and my ego could not suffer injury. However, I had never read in any literature that the moon goddess would gift a werewolf, especially an Alpha, a human as a mate. I was in a fix. The only explanation I could think of was that Agnes was a witch; she had to be. But still admitting that a witch could cloud my senses and pretend to be my mate would be exposing a weakness and I could not let that happen. “Your Majesty? You are very distracted about something, do you mind sharing?” It was Theo at our daily meetings in the morning. I had ruminated about the possibility of Agnes being my mate or a witch all night and I still had no answers. “What? I… I am alright Theo. I think
“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?"