Third Person Pov Kazia padded alongside Iris and Elena, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the town. It was refreshing to be outside the palace, and what made it even better than last time was the fact that she was with her friends and not a man she loathed.Elena breathed in the fresh air and sighed, "I can't remember the last time I left the palace and was able to stroll so freely around town. It almost feels like I've been stuck indoors forever!" she exclaimed excitedly, unable to hide her happiness. Kazia was surprised, "Are you being serious, Elena? It couldn't have been that long?" she commented, wondering why Elena sounded like she hadn't been outside the palace in eons. "Does it sound that unbelievable?" Elena questioned, taken aback that Kazia sounded so surprised. "Well, to start with, when was the last time you left the palace, Elena?" Kazia asked. Elena sighed, "Months. I haven't been out of the palace in months. I was keeping track of the number of months at one po
Kazia As we walked into the old-looking inn, the creaking wooden floors under our feet echoed through the dimly lit space. The scent of stale ale and cigarette smoke hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. I couldn't help but notice the men seated at the open eatery, most looking unkempt, drunk, and rowdy. I hesitated, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me. Could Kavan really be in a place like this? I didn't know him well enough to judge, but as far as I was concerned, he was royalty, and I had doubts that someone like him, who has been pampered all his life, would have what it takes to stay in a place like this. I leaned closer to Iris, my voice barely above a whisper, "I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but I really don't think my friend would be in a place like this. It doesn't seem like a place where he can stay," I said, hoping I didn't sound picky. They had no idea that Kavan was royalty, but since I know he is, I really couldn't b
Third-Person Pov The carriage ride had been long and bumpy, but as they reached the western border, the rider announced that he couldn't go any further. Kazia, Iris, and Elena thanked the driver before climbing out of the carriage. The driver warned them that the guards would not tolerate non-travelers loitering around, so they had to hurry. "I'll wait for you here," the driver assured them. "Just be quick, and I'll take you back to the inn." "Thank you," Iris said with a smile. "We won't be long." Kazia's heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the restlessness in her wolf. She knew Kavan was nearby; she could sense it. Determined to find him before he might leave the pack, she led the way as they walked down towards the gate. Iris and Elena followed beside her, glancing around at the new surroundings with curiosity. The bustling sounds of the pack filled the air, but Kazia's focus was entirely on her search for Kavan. Her sharp eyes scanned the area, hoping to spot the famil
Third-Person Pov Kazia struggled to get rid of thoughts of Kavan as they made their way back to the palace. She kept thinking about him and couldn't help but wonder if she would ever run into him again. She was Murad's pet, and for the time being, her life was centred around him, and the truth of her situation weighed heavily on her. Even if it was for a good reason, she didn't want him to see her lack of passion or excitement. Iris quickly nudged Kazia to bring her back to the present after noticing Iris and Elena's disinterest in her. Iris hushed, "Get yourself together." "Remember, we're on our way to meet Murad, and he notices everything. We can't afford to raise any suspicions." Kazia knew Iris was right. She forced herself to wear a happy expression, pushing aside her inner turmoil. "Thank you for reminding me," she said to Iris, grateful for the timely wake-up call. Elena chimed in, "We need to come up with matching stories about where we went and how we spent our time outs
Third-person POV The bright morning light streamed in through the windows of Murad's huge office, giving a pleasant glow to the extravagant furnishings. Murad, who seemed lost in his thoughts, strode into his office with a troubled expression plastered on his face. Already seated at the large wooden desk was his Beta, Severus, who greeted him. "Good morning, Murad," Severus greeted excitedly with a smile, but his smile was quick to fade. Severus couldn't help but notice the unhappy look on Murad's face. Concerned for his friend, he inquired, "What's wrong, Murad? Is something bothering you? You seem troubled," he pointed out. Murad tried to dismiss his friend's concern: "There's nothing wrong, Severus. Now that I'm here, let's get right on with your report." Severus wasn't convinced and persisted. "Come on, Murad. I know something is bothering you. We can't proceed with the meeting properly if your mind is elsewhere," he said, trying to get Murad to talk to him. Growing frustr
Third person povThe night passed slowly for Kavan as his thoughts continued to drift back to Kazia. He found himself torn between the duty of being a responsible leader and the longing to see the woman who had captured his thoughts completely. The stars above seemed to mock him as if they held the secrets of his destiny.As the first rays of the morning sun illuminated the horizon, Kavan and Jason prepared to leave the Silver Dawn Pack behind. The air was filled with a sense of finality, and Kavan felt a mix of relief and sorrow as they set out on their journey back home.As they walked through the forest, the weight of the past few days hung heavily on Kavan's shoulders. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the path ahead, but his mind kept wandering back to Kazia and what might have been."Are you alright?" Jason asked, concern evident in his voice.Kavan forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice lacking conviction.Jason gave him a
Kazia I sat alone in my room, tears streaming down my face as I recalled the night before—the night I had spent with Murad. As much as I tried to tell myself to get used to the idea of enduring it, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and used. No amount of physical cleansing could wash away the lingering feeling of his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, and his possessive touch that seemed to enjoy having me despite my repulsion.After Murad had released me earlier in the morning, I immediately came to my room and took a long, hot bath, hoping to rid myself of his scent. But it was no use. The memory of his touch lingered, haunting me, and the feeling of filth wouldn't leave. I felt so dirty, so violated, but there was nothing I could do about it.Since I came back to my room, I haven't stopped crying. Lily, my ever-so-loyal-and quick-to-be-at-my-doorstep servant, tried to get me to eat, but I refused. I couldn't bear to eat while feeling like this. I even restricted Lily from en
Kazia As the tears flowed, the weight of our shared pain began to lighten, knowing we were not alone in this struggle. In the midst of our vulnerability, a bond formed between us that transcended the limitations of our circumstances. We were more than just King Murad's pets; we were survivors, fighters, and most importantly, friends who would stand by each other through the darkest of times."I'm so sorry, Elena," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I had no idea you were going through something so terrible."Elena gave me a sad smile, her tears still falling. "It's not your fault, Kazia," she replied, her voice trembling. "We've all been hiding our pain, trying to shield each other from the horrors of this place." "I don't understand how you've all been able to bear it for so long. I honestly can't bear it anymore," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I hate how he makes me feel. I hate how I'm starting to hate myself and my body because of the pain he inflicts on me." I