She breathed in deeply as she watched them stride to the King. Fiona didn't miss how the King straightened up.
She wasn't supposed to look at them but she wanted to see the faces of her soon-to-be assassins.
"Father," one of them snickered coldly. His eyes were bloodshot and the way he swayed slightly looked as if he was drunk or perhaps he just came straight out of the bed.
"You called for us?" He asked again, looking bored and annoyed for being there.
He has blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. And in no way she would ever consider him to be the Prince if not for him calling the king as a father.
Noticing a piercing gaze on her, subconsciously her eyes fell on the man beside the blond guy.
Her breath hitched when her gaze clashed with the swirling spheres of amber hues. The man looked a lot like the king.
He was a few inches taller than the blond guy. A chill of gripping terror seized her heart as she maintained his fierce gaze. There was a sacred sinister aura in his eyes.
She felt disturbingly intimidated by that man's gaze. There was this immense powerful aura buzzing around him. It almost made her shoulder shrink in submission and fear. Not being able to maintain that menacing gaze, she lowered her eyes.
When she was sure he was facing the King, her eyes roamed over his appearance. He was wearing black slacks, and a crisp white button-down shirt with two of the front buttons open giving an eye-catching view of his sturdy chest. She noticed the hint of a tattoo peeking through. It was obvious as the daylight, he was built through and through as the shirt clung to his defined muscles.
Her eyes trailed up, he had tan skin, a very contrast to the pale blond. He was donning an undercut, the jet-black hair made his smoldering amber eyes stand out. He has sharp features, light stubble that gave him a rugged look, his razor-sharp jawline, and that Adam apple made her heart beat faster.
Why do monsters have to be so handsome? He may be good looking but the terrifying chills she got from his single gaze had her toes curling in dread.
"Father?" The man said calmly and her heart jostled hearing that deep timbre that sent tingles down her spine.
Being handsome was one thing. But his deep voice with that unfamiliar thick accent had shivers running down her body.
She hoped that she didn't have to face this man much in the near future. Because under this sophisticated handsome facade there was something ominous looming behind. It was terrifying.
"I didn't want to disturb you both at this time of the night, but the matter is important." The King said in a dense authoritative tone which startled Fiona because this wasn't his tone with her in the car.
"I bought something for you both," the King said.
Both the vicious men glanced at the leash in their father's hand and then at the girl standing beside him.
"A pet," The King announced and they stared at their father dumbfounded.
"I don't need a pet, father," the black-haired guy said in that deep velvety tone.
Oddly, she wanted to hear him talk more. What was she even thinking? Never in her life had she been attracted to someone's voice like this before.
"It's not just a pet," The King mused.
"What is it then? You know how much we hate humans!" The blond guy said rather coldly, glaring at his father.
"This girl here is a trial for you both," The King proclaimed.
"Let's drop the riddles, father." The Black haired guy said in a low tone as if he was threatening his father, his sharp eyes held a calm savagery in them.
"Draco, my son." The King gushed with the proudest smile while looking at the black-haired guy.
"If you kill this woman here, you'll lose the throne." The King dropped the news on them.
Draco clenched his jaw and she swore she saw his eyes burning in rage but it was gone as soon as it came as he schooled his expression. He seemed to get it quicker than the blond guy.
If the King would be kind enough to let her choose between his sons as her killer, she would choose the blond guy without a second thought.
"What?" The other guy snarled.
"What the f*ck you mean, father?" The blond gritted.
"Dexter," The king said calmly.
"This girl is your pet. She'll serve both of you. And whoever ends up killing her first would lose the throne," The King said sternly as he let her leash go and faced her.
"Go to them," The King said looking at Fiona as she stiffened feeling three sets of intimidating eyes fixed on her.
She wanted to move. She wanted to oblige but it wasn't in her. She was never like this. Being able to breathe in the presence of three Lycans was soul-draining enough.
She didn't move. The girl stood in her place like a stoic robot.
"What the f*ck are you waiting for, bitch? Come here!" Dexter growled.
Fiona inhaled deeply before she walked up to him and stood at a little distance which caused Dexter to step closer to her. He looked her up and down before scoffing as he flipped her hair. Noticing a piercing gaze on her she looked to her right to find Draco scrutinizing her.
Then all of a sudden Dexter grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her closer. Panic kicked in and in her fight-and-flight mode she abruptly tried to hit him where the sun didn't shine but he caught her knee with his hand and his eyes widened.
"You bitch!" He snarled.
Her heart dropped into the depth of darkness.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you. She's a bit feisty." The King mused and the very next second she felt a sharp sting on her cheek and her head jerked to the side with such force that she fell because of the impact and her head throbbed.
She lost her hearing for a few seconds as her ears rang. She blinked a couple of times shaking her head as slowly her senses came back. Tears burned the back of her eyes as pain shot through her face but she bore it. Still, she couldn’t control the innocent quivering of her chin.
Fiona looked up to find Dexter ready to backhand her again when the King's voice stopped him.
"Stop. At this rate, you'll hand the throne to your brother," King said sternly and Dexter paused.
Turning around to glance at his father and his brother in annoyance he glared back at the girl before walking out of the hall in rage.
Fiona could feel the blood in her mouth. Patrick has hit her millions of times but his slap couldn't compare a tiny bit to this lycan's power. They could simply kill her with merely two to three slaps.
Draco walked over to her and she stiffened looking up at him.
Her emerald eyes clashed with his dark amber pools.
His dark eyes raked over her ominously. She was expecting him to beat her black and blue because she disrespected his brother. The beast of a man just peered at her with those icy cold orbs and without another word he turned around and left.And all of a sudden the thick air dissipated. Fiona didn't realize that she was holding her breath all this time as she took in large gulps of breath and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.She shook her head lightly to clear her blurred vision. Her ear was still ringing because of that brutal slap. With much difficulty, she got to her feet and stumbled a little before maintaining her balance."Are you alright?" The King's voice had her head snapping in his direction. He brought her here to get her butchered by one of his sons and he has the audacity to ask her if she was alright.She didn't answer him as she dropped her eyes to the floor where the skull from the resin floor stared back at her.The huge doors o
"W..what?" Fiona stammered groggily as the sudden panic brought her completely out of her slumber.The slave girl gulped, her body tensed and she looked scared. It was obvious she is human."Prince Dexter has asked for your presence. You must hurry or he'll kill me for taking too long," She said, panicking.Fiona took in a shuddering breath. Hurrying to the cupboard she grabbed the clothes before she stepped into the restroom and washed up, changing her clothes she stepped out making a braid on her long tresses but she has no band to tie it up as she let it be."Let's go," the girl said as she dashed out of the room and Fiona was right behind her. Her heartbeat accelerated as she followed the girl through the long hallways.If she gets lost in this place. She was sure it would take her days to find her room back."What's your name?" The girl asked, still walking ahead of her."Fiona," She replied. The slave girl was a few inches taller than Fiona and had big brown eyes which were full
Fiona took in a shaky breath as her clasp on the knife tightened to such an extent that her knuckles and the skin under her nails turned white.She chewed on her bottom lip before glancing at Hailey who looked horrified. Benjamin was holding her in front of him while securing her arms painfully behind her back to keep her in place."Go ahead, don't make me wait long." Dexter mused shoving a spoon in his mouth as he focused on his breakfast. She couldn't move her eyes away from trembling Hailey. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she looked terrified. The looks on the other staff were calm but their eyes held fear, which meant such a thing must be an everyday occurrence and why not, their Prince was an absolute psycho."P...please," Hailey whimpered and Fiona gulped the lump of emotions down her throat. This crazy man must be out of his mind if he thinks Fiona would kill one of her kind. If humans won't stick together then these vultures would eat them alive.She glanced at Dext
Fiona wiped her tears with her arm, sniffing. Her hand was hurting so badly and the pain was clamoring all through her arm.She glanced up at how her fingers were twisted and had turned blue. She didn't know for how long she was standing there on her toes. If she dropped her weight to the balls of her feet, her wrists got stretched and it feels like they'll be ripped away from her arms.Her legs were trembling for such a long time as she tried to stay strong and not lose consciousness.It was after what felt like hours, the door creaked open and she groggily opened her eyes to find Adrian staring at her with a tense expression. His eyes fell on her hand before he breathed in deeply."Guard," He barked as a guard dashed inside. "Untie that," He muttered pointing somewhere as he walked to Fiona. Just as the guard unbind the rope her body slacked and she fell forward but Adrian held her delicate frame.He gently pulled her hands down and the guard untied the rope. "It's your first day an
"What are you waiting for?" A hushed whisper close to her ear brought her out of her trance as she flinched away from Adrian who inclined his head towards the table.Gulping the nervousness down her throat she ambled forward and quietly sat two seats away from the King. It was odd how she felt like she was committing a crime sitting at the same table with the king.She stared at the warm delicious food on her plate which at least three people could eat. She snuck a glance at the King who was eating quietly and by the looks of it, the King has a huge appetite just like his son, Dexter.She didn't even want to think about that bastard. He broke her fingers. It was too painful. She was still contemplating whether to eat or not as millions of thoughts raked through her head.What if he wants to punish her for the stunt she tried to pull on Dexter yesterday? "Not hungry or the food is not to your taste?" The King asked and she forced her eyes to stay on the food.Swallowing down the nervou
She thought she didn't have to see this collar again but she was wrong. Adrian stepped closer before he put the collar on her neck and she had to curl her fingers into fists to stop herself from pushing the collar off her.He grabbed her leash but didn't yank at it. "Come on," He said, motioning for her to follow him.She quietly walked behind him as he went into the same wing where her room is. Her heartbeat quickened when they passed by her room and then took another small set of stairs before coming to a halt in front of a huge mahogany door.The door itself exuded darkness. Sweat broke through on her forehead and she breathed in deeply to calm her erratic pulse down but it wasn't in her control. She hasn't felt this anxious since the time she was betrayed. There was no denying that she was scared. Adrian inhaled deeply and then without a knock he opened the door. Her eyes widened at the act of his disrespect and she wanted to stop him from opening the door before he spoke up. "He
The cold water cascaded down her body and icy chills of frost rose up her spine. "Cold... cold...cold." She hushed a whisper, stepping away from the icy downpour. The woman turned it off and her shoulders dropped, wrapping her arms around herself. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her drenched frame.Wiping her face she turned around only to freeze on her spot as all the blood drained out of her face. Her heartbeat shot to a reckless pace when her terror-stricken eyes locked with the most ominous amber pools.No ounce of expression marred his face. Those icy pits of blazing fire appraised her drenched frame. And then she noticed it. The slight twitch of his jaw sends her heart into an overdrive of trepidation.With hands balled into tight fists, she clenched the towel tight around her trembling form. Her breaths fastened when those murky eyes yet again set on hers. Hatred."What the f*ck are you doing here?" The snarl that rips through the tightened air laces her skin with
By the mighty prince's order, she was put in that small cage. Fiona could easily stand inside but she couldn't lie with her legs straight. It has a small width so if she has to lie down she must curl up.The gracious Prince didn't bother to show his face and she was happy about it. The room was warm and the traitor Adrian had put a mattress inside the cage for her. It wasn't thick, comfy, and new but still, she appreciated it because it would keep her safe from the cold floor, he also provided her with a blanket and changed the temperature setting, and switched on the heat. She was thankful and slowly felt the blood returning to her icy hands and feet. She cupped the tip of her nose to warn it up.She hoped that they had set the cage on the fur carpet. It was so warm and fuzzy.After food and the medicines which Adrian got for her cold. She felt a lot better and especially, the absence of the scary Lycan was calming.Two days passed smoothly. The healer had tended to her hand twice an
8 years later. Fiona sat on the edge of the pool with her legs dipped into the cool water. The cool breeze of the night felt soothing on her skin. The dark gray clouds scattered on the sky like a warm bed thunderstruck. The sight was so terrific yet magnificently beautiful in its way. Fiona sighed, rubbing her arms. A head surfaced from the water followed by massive shoulders. Draco peered at her from below. Grabbing her feet he slid them on his shoulder so now his face was between her legs. His wet cold skin caused her to straighten up but her breath hitched when he bit her inner thigh before nibbling and licking on the same spot as she gently combed his wet hair back with her fingers. He slowly moved further near her intimacy as his wet cold lips gave open-mouthed kisses. Fiona tried not to moan as she chewed on her lower lip while watching him. He tucked her panties aside as that warm tongue came in contact with her vertical lips. She moaned lightly while spreading h
Fiona was dragged into the dungeons. She noticed that they had injected something in Finlay and the toddler was now unconscious. Her mind was in panic mode as gazillions of thoughts raced through her mind. Who was this person dragging her? He was too powerful to be a human? The person who was carrying Finn in his arms in front of her was a guard. Was there a mole in the mansion? To Fiona's shock, the guard pressed a brick, and a secret passage opened through the wall as she was dragged in it. How was it possible for someone to drag her like this in the mansion? How do they know about the secret passage? This means the person was from the mansion and knows about everything. She struggled hard and was able to bite that man's hand with all her might making him wince. He jerked his hand back. Fiona screamed for help at the top of her lungs but that person covered her mouth again. "If you don't want the kid to die, then better cooperate," He hissed in her ear, and just like that all
Blake stomped inside the empty guest room before closing the door behind her. To Ezra's surprise, she locked it. He stood there quietly waiting to hear her explanation. Last time he remembered pretty well how things ended between them and he made sure not to come in her way ever again or to follow her. Blake took in a few deep breaths before she turned to face him. Her legs were trembling in anxiety but she tried to maintain her composure. She shifted her weight from one foot to another while fidgeting with her fingers. Ezra decided to speak up first. "It is rude to drag someone from the middle of their conversation," Ezra said calmly. The she-wolf who approached him earlier was asking him out. There was a possibility that Blake might be jealous but then again, she has no feelings for him so she couldn't be jealous. She might be offended why their eyes met. She probably wants him to disappear into thin air. "Who was that girl?" She asked with eyes fixed on the floor and there w
Fiona was on cloud nine. She has been busy with the preparations for the birthday for the last two days. Gena, Kolton, and Ezra were taking shifts to look after Finlay whereas Adrian was busy helping her. Everything was set and she was getting ready. Fiona wore her dress as she tried to close the zipper but she couldn't reach it. She left it open and continued with her makeup. Gena will be here soon. She'll ask her to do it. Draco has taken her to the branded boutique and handed her the card. He waited for her patiently as she bought a dress for herself. She only bought one dress but Draco wasn't having it. He walked down the aisle and chose multiple dresses asking the staff to pack them and deliver them at the mansion. He even took her to the diamond store and bought several necklaces for her along with rings and earrings. Every time he asked the cashier to pack something, she would gape at him asking him not to buy, but he would just smile and wink at her. She warned him tha
"Where are we gwoing?" Finlay asked looking ahead as Draco held him in his arms. "We are going to meet someone," Draco said. Fiona wanted to come along but Draco had to assure her that Finn would be fine. She wasn't ready to stay back but she trusted him and left Finlay in his security. "Swomeone?" He asked as Draco nodded. He stepped into his study where Dexter was already present with his back to them. Draco closed the door behind them as Finlay's eyes were fixed on Dexter's back. Draco felt the toddler stiffening in his arms as he breathed a whisper, "mwonster," Draco heard it and it churns his heart knowing Finlay was calling his father a monster. Dexter slowly turned around facing the child in Draco's arms and something inside him twisted. There was fear dancing in those blue hues as Finlay stared at him. Draco was expecting the kid to cry or say something. Try to escape but Finn did nothing. He watched Dexter quietly. Except for the fear in his eyes, nothing ga
"What?" She was baffled. "He's changed-" Draco started but she cut him off. "Changed? Are you even hearing yourself? He's the same man who was ready to kill Finlay for Clarke, this is the same man who didn't even bat an eye when Clarke ordered her goons to cut Finlay's hand. Do you have any idea how terrified Finlay was?" Fiona said, losing her calm as her wild emerald stared at him in disbelief. How could he even ask her for such a thing? He cupped the sides of her face firmly as he moved down to look into her eyes. "Finlay is important to me as he's important to you. I accepted him before even knowing he was Dexter's son. Do you think I'll put that kid in danger when I know he's my family?" Draco said calmly but she shook her head. Draco held her firmly as he made her sit on the couch and crouched in front of her holding her hands firmly in his big warm ones. "I know it's hard but Dexter is his father," Draco said. "The father who was ready to kill him?" She mocked. "Finlay
She felt hot feverish kisses on her neck as he pulled her out of her slumber. Fiona blinked slowly as the faint hues of orange filled the room through the curtains. Her brows scrunched, feeling a hand on her bosom. Her eyes flew open wide and she looked down to notice that he was nibbling the skin of her neck while his hand slid into her shirt fondling her breast. She groaned when he bit her tender flesh and sucked on it. She pushed at his chest causing him to pull back. His ruffled black hair was the first thing she saw before he tilted his head up staring at her with those deep ambers. "Good morning," He beamed, shining like a star as her eyes scrunched. "Morning," She said grumpily. He sure was a morning person. Once done with the greeting he began kissing her jaw forcing her to pull back as she pushed his hand out of her shirt. "Stop," She said sternly, giving him a warning glare. She tried to sit up but groaned as her whole body ached. Draco sat up immediately as he wat
She could barely think straight. Draco pulled back as they both panted. He grabbed the zipper of her dress before pulling it down as she held her breath. They were close, chest to chest. Her hot breath mingled with his as she clutched his bicep tightly. The zipper reached down the small of her back. Draco pulled his hand up slowly dragging his cold fingers up her spine causing her to arch into him. He pulled back as their gaze clashed. The immense shyness was urging her to lower her gaze but she didn't. She wanted to see the hunger and passion in his eyes. Those amber eyes that only burn for her. Nothing in this world could ever make her feel so desired and lovable as much as those amber hues that set her soul on fire. He grabbed the hem of her dress before sliding it off her right shoulder, he did the same with her left shoulder, and within seconds the dress pooled around her feet. Draco took two steps back. His dark eyes glided over her delicate frame. The carnal lust in thos
"I'm leaving," Dexter said, pulling back as he rubbed a hand down his face to control his emotions. "I'll be going to the ... Kingdom," Dexter said, taking Draco by surprise. "You don't have to-""I want to, I don't want to stay here for a while, taking responsibility for... the Kingdom would be distracting enough and we need someone responsible for this task," Dexter said in a mature tone which was surprising. "Do you think you'll be alright?" Draco queried. "I'll be fine but before leaving I need your favor," Dexter said. "What is it?" Draco asked and with a deep breath Dexter asked him a favor. *"Here eat this, this one is delicious," Fiona said, offering a delicious cupcake to Finn. She has taken a bite of it as the toddler also took a bite. His eyes lit up as he clapped his hand making an excited face. "Dwilicious," He said joyously and she beamed at him. "More," He said and she removed his suit jacket, folding his sleeves up to his elbows like Draco. She also unbuttons t