Darius Her eyes are my weakness. I punch the bag, and the warrior on the other side clings to it to keep his balance.I should probably let the boy rest now, but I’m fighting to get the image of her face out of my head. How can they look so much alike? I punch harder.Four years ago, my mate, Giana, died during the first war with werewolves. I never came across anyone with violet eyes before her. Now a slave woman has shown up looking just like her.I thought Giana had come back to me last night while I was drunk, but I woke up disappointed.“Ow!” The warrior screams, landing on his ass as the bag swings so high it almost touches the ceiling.I take a break, pulling off my gloves and grabbing a towel from the rack by the locker in my private, palace gym. One of the slaves prepares a bath for me to cool off. I dip myself inside it, flashbacks from my night with Rose returning. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I remember her struggling to resist me. I’ve never liked my women
Rose Earlier.Beta Kai steps into Darius's room, and suddenly the space feels smaller. I hold my neck, trying to hide my shame.“What's wrong?” I ask, in a squeaky voice. “I was just about to leave—”“Rose, I have not been completely honest with you.”My heart skips a beat. I gulp and hold my breath for what he has to say.“Why... do you say so? You've been nothing but nice to me.”“The Lycan King is whom you owe gratitude. He heard about the bullying and ordered me to protect you. When my warrior caught you at the west wall, he also ordered me to save you.”My jaw drops. All this time, I thought Darius avoided me because he regretted choosing me as his slave.Other girls cleaned up nicely that day and I didn't. Maybe I had looked too shabby for his taste. I was so certain he wanted to get rid of me, but now, last night started to make sense.The Lycan King favored me.Was everything he said to me while we made love true, then?Do I make him lose control? Is that how much he desires
RoseI try to jump out of Darius’s lap, but he keeps me in place with the hand around my waist.My heart pounds in my chest as I start to feel lightheaded.Jacob is here.The door to the throne room opens. I freeze as he walks in, his icy stare fixing on Darius before shifting to me. My face loses its color. He glances at the hand the Lycan King has around my waist and arches a brow.I lower my head, biting my bottom lip. I had been abandoned, but that doesn’t erase the fact that I was married to this man for four years. Darius’s arm around me no longer offers comfort. I feel trapped. “What made you muster the courage to face me, Alpha Jacob?”Jacob’s jaw clenches. Then he kneels before the dais, paying homage to a Lycan, which werewolves swore they would never do.“I want to make peace again.”Darius stays silent for a moment. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you stay the night and we can discuss this matter another time?” he says, stroking the bare skin of my waist and thigh.Beta K
Rose“Do you know her?” Tessa whispers as we walk into the banquet hall that evening. Across the room, Zaneta can’t take her eyes off us. Her mouth is open, and the hand holding her drink is frozen in the air. Anger ripples through me instantly. I clench my fists, holding myself back. Of course, Jacob brought Zaneta with him. I glance at her bump, and the sight of it is like a knife slicing through my heart. Jacob holds her close, kissing her cheek while speaking with one of Darius’s men.“Not really.” I blink back hot tears, moving in another direction. The hall smells like a variety of exquisite flavors. Dinner has been served, but Darius’s seat is still empty. I glance at it every five seconds, wondering where he is. “I thought I would miss the last moonlit banquet, but this food is blowing my mind away,” Tessa moans on a forkful, and I giggle at her silliness.“They look like they’re having fun,” I say after a beat, pointing at the group dancing at the center of the hall.Tes
RoseI snap my eyes to Jacob as the hall falls silent again. Has he gone mad?Darius just stares at him, his expression unreadable but unkind. I’ve not known the Lycan King for long, but his back is taut, like he’s on the verge of snapping the Raven Alpha in two. Jacob looks around and clears his throat. “My pack will submit to the Lycan King, and we all know that when that happens, others will follow.”“I still fail to see your point,” Darius says.“Give me your slave, and I will pledge the Raven pack’s loyalty to you.”The Lycan King settles back in his seat, pulling me onto his lap again. He says nothing for a long minute.Jacob continues, a hint of desperation in his tone. “She doesn’t even mean anything to you. She’s just a slave. A play thing.”My heart plummets. It’s too real now that someone’s said it out loud. I think about Darius saying he wanted to make me his when I was just a slave.Why does the truth scare me this much? I turn, glancing at Darius to see his reaction.
Rose The last time I ran in heels something bad ended up happening.I lost everything that night.Now I’m running up the sweeping stairs of the palace in heels, heart racing at the thought of Darius in danger. I can’t explain the angst building inside me for his sake, threatening to consume my every thought as I run. When did I stop seeing the Lycan King as the enemy?I try to reach Beta Kai through a mindlink again, but I’m having trouble establishing the connection. Moon beams cover the corridor leading to the Lycan King’s bedroom. I’ve been coming here more times than I’d planned. The Beta opens the door for me as soon as I arrive. “What’s going on?” I ask, breathless from my ascent. “Something was not right, so I escorted the King from the banquet hall.” Kai rubs the back of his neck and points at the balcony, where Darius is pacing about. “He looks so out of it. Maybe you can help.”It’s the first time I’m seeing the Beta visibly rattled. My feet take hesitant steps forwar
RoseI place a hand over my chest to cover the rips in my dress Darius left.Shame burns deep within me. I’m fighting back tears, keeping my head down while walking back to my bedroom. I’m no different from the warriors' slaves. A sex tool. I thought the Lycan King was different, but Jacob was right. I’m only Darius’s plaything. A tear finally drops as I open my bedroom door, slamming it closed while I sink to the ground against it. I was only trying to help him last night, but look at what he did to me. I feel so dirty and used. My knees touch my chest when I wrap my arms around my legs. He called me a whore. I fist my chest, the pain is like something drilling into my heart. It’s terrible. I thought he wanted to make me his. That I wasn’t just one of his possessions.I thought Darius cared for me. I was a fool. How many times will you let men do this to you, Rose?I crawl over to my bed and curl up in it, sobbing myself to sleep, where it won’t hurt so much anymore.Later tha
RoseI have no doubt that it’s her when I move closer, ignoring the guards around.“Rhiannon?” I scream, attempting to push myself into the circle, but hands hold me back. My eyes brim with tears. “Rhi!” I yell again while a guard tries to jostle me. Her gaze meets mine suddenly, and I fight back, relief flashing through me.Pain. Fear. They are what I see. I can’t imagine what she's been through. A ton of questions prod my mind. How did she survive the war? What is she doing here?She looks away immediately and I frown in confusion. The guard manhandling me blocks my view of her, muffling my yell.“What are you doing, slave girl?!” He grabs the back of my dress, lifting me off my feet. “No one goes near the spies!”“Please!”He flings me across the grand courtyard. Sand floods my mouth when I collide with the ground. I have to save Rhi. I don’t waste another second before racing into the palace. They will behead her if I don’t do something.“I request an audience with the Lycan Kin