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
Third-Person PovThe grand ballroom of the Silver Dawn Pack's palace was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming festival. As Luna, Agrippina was in charge of ensuring everything went smoothly, and she was not one to tolerate any mistakes. Pacing back and forth, she gave precise orders to the palace staff on how the decorations should be arranged and what should not be done.Amidst her meticulous supervision, her servant, Nancy, hurriedly entered the ballroom, a worried expression on her face. "Luna, there's a problem," Nancy said, approaching Agrippina cautiously.Agrippina stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing. "What is it now, Nancy?" she asked, her tone sharp and impatient."Due to the recent plague, some of the palace workers have been excused from their duties," Nancy explained. "We don't have enough hands to wash the curtains for the ballroom."Agrippina let out an irritated sigh. "Is that all?" she retorted. "Find some available workers outside the palace, then. I don't w
Third Person Pov As Iris, Elena, and the other pets left the ballroom, Kazia's heart weighed heavily with a sense of dread. Agrippina's decision to single her out for extra work had unnerved her, but she knew better than to defy the Luna's command. The ballroom now felt eerily empty, with only Agrippina, Portia, and Kazia left. The tension in the room was palpable, and Kazia couldn't shake the feeling that she was trapped in a situation beyond her control. With her head held high, Portia couldn't help but gloat internally, reveling in the discomfort of the younger pet. Despite the impending hard work, she believed that she had successfully avoided any extra labor. Agrippina watched Kazia and Portia closely, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of authority and spite. "Since the two of you will be working together, let me be clear about your tasks," she began, her voice steady. "You will be responsible for cleaning and washing all the curtains in the ballroom. I want them spotless and r
Kazia I followed Nancy into the laundry room, with Portia trailing not too far behind. The moment we stepped inside, I was taken aback by the sheer number of curtains that filled the room. It was as if an entire palace's worth of fabric had been stuffed in here. Portia let out an exasperated sigh, and I could tell she was less than thrilled by the sight in front of us."How many curtains are there?" Portia asked, annoyance evident in her tone. "Do we really have to wash all of these ourselves?"Nancy simply pointed at the pile and replied coolly, "Count them if you're so concerned. You're here to wash them, aren't you?" She responded, and her rude tone only made me more irritated.I felt my own frustration rising. "Why isn't Lady Agrippina having the servants do this? As far as I remember, washing clothes isn't our job, and it is most certainly not the job of two people to wash this many clothes," I said, hoping for a reasonable answer even though I already had a feeling that I wasn'