A PeacemakerMiatta “He let you go? The Lycan King let you go?!” Yvette shrieked, unable to believe her ears. The rest of the slaves parted for her to come to me and I stood still, unafraid of her. I shrugged as if the matter itself was that simple to comprehend. The Lycan King was not known to forgive any offender and he had done so twice where I was concerned. The knowledge that all her scheming had been in vain was presumably killing her. “You mean to tell me also that he took away your collar as well, knowing fully well how dangerous you are to the rest of us?” she ranted on, smoke almost churning out of her ears. I was about to shrug again but a naughty part in me wouldn't let me be. “The Lycan King did not. I was not so honoured. The collar belongs to the Lycan Prince and it was he who took it away, quite gently, if I must say. My sins have been forgiven and forgotten, Prefect.” Yvette frowned intensely, shaking her head in disbelief. I couldn't find her accomplice anywhere
Miatta He might have been wearing his pelt but I could feel his organ pushing at me. He was hard and I didn't have to look down to know. “Get off me, you big brute,” I scolded, pushing at his broad chest but he only smiled foolishly and lowered his lips to mine. It rested on mine lightly and remained that way, teasing the hell out of me. I wasn't aware when I let my thighs slide open and he laid between them, pressing himself close to home. He took possession of my fists and held them to his bed, high above my head. “Do you know how lovely you look when you frown?” His stupid comment took me by surprise and my mouth hung open. He held my wrists captive with one hand and trailed his big, callused fingers down my cheek. “I would kiss you but I'm afraid you would bite me instead.” “I will just so you know,” I threatened, baring my teeth to backup my words. He nibbled on my earlobe and licked it immediately, heat engulfing between my legs. He did it again and again until I almost wen
Lucas's POV “Miatta?” “Yes, My Lord?” “You have been scrubbing at my locks for quite some time now. When do you plan to get to the other half of me?” She paused, her hands still in my hair. “In due time, my L—” “Don't. Just don't, Miatta.” I couldn't hide the concrete anger in my voice. “Don't try that with me. You know you can call me Lucas. You have been calling me that all day.” She rinsed her soapy hands in the tub and walked around to the other side, leaving the soap in the water. “I have? I apologize for my insubordination, my Lord. I will remember that as I go along.” She was testing me, calling my bluff but I was ready to disappoint her. I leaned back again and pushed the bar towards her, closing my eyes. I felt her hand snaking tentatively around my ankle and she pulled it above water level, resting it on the rim. She soaped beneath my feet and the soap fell into the water with a little splash. The next thing I felt was her nimble fingers scrubbing between my toes, s
Lucas She was glowing with satisfaction and I could see it even if her back was to me. I had given her my pelt after she had taken a proper bath, shooing me out of the shed. The cotton dress she had been wearing was wet and in shreds courtesy of me. I might have gone overboard but she had stopped me before I could get to the triangle at her thighs. How she had managed to succeed in convincing me to let her up was beyond me. In the state I had been in, the shed would have burnt down to ashes without me noticing. Once I was dressed, I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around in a small circle. “You are dressed and I'm still in this,” she pointed to my pelt which was tied snugly above her breasts, the ends of it getting to the middle of her hips. The flesh there was marked with my red streaks from where I had squeezed her too hard. “I left bruises on you. I apologize.” She looked down at herself, adjusting her legs sideways to examine the extent of my brutality. She winced,
Miatta POV Evening came and not soon enough. I was high-strung from the sexual tension between I and Lucas. He made sure to sit apart from me, respecting my wishes but I could tell that he was walking on a tight rope. Some slaves had brought his meal and I had received the leftovers, eating juicy meat for the first time since I entered Red Bone Pack. They returned to take the dishes away and Lucas exited his big and comfortable bed, giving me room to take a long nap. Hours later, a hand tapped on my shoulders, rousing me from my dreams. I opened a drowsy eye, flat on my back to avoid ruining the pretty dress. Lucas stood at the side of the bed and I could see the darkness beyond the window. The drums had begun, its fast and energetic beats reaching my ears and filling me with excitement. He helped me down by the hand and escorted me out of his room where his bodyguard was waiting for us. The loyal warrior bowed to him respectfully, bending from his waist. “Your booth is ready, my
Miatta He was watching Yvette dance and the look on his face was one of interest. I could not hide my displeasure as I wore my heart on my sleeve most of the time. I searched for Addy in the crowd and found her sitting beside Ramona in their assigned space. I waved at her but she wasn't looking in my direction so she didn't see me. Once Group Black was done, they bowed together before the royal family and returned to their site. Yvette winked at Lucas and the buffoon caught it with a stupid grin. I almost threw up my undigested meal. The winners were to be announced later on by the Alpha himself after deliberating with the few selected judges. In the meanwhile, meals were served on clean leaves for the commoners and wooden bowls for the royal family. It was also my cue to leave before I broke a wooden bowl over Lucas’ head. I had only taken two steps to my getaway when I heard him call my name in an annoying sing-song manner. “Mi-a-tta,” he sang, folding his arms across his chest.
Lucas I watched Miatta run away from her mistake, parting through people in a haste. Despite how angry I was at her, my wolf urged me to get up and go after her. I obliged the obstinate animal, rising to my feet when Yvette pulled on my arm. “My Lord, you are going to. . . go after her, are you? She is but a mere slave.” No, she was not, I wanted to snap back at her. Jealous though I was that she liked someone else, it wasn't in me to leave a female upset. Yvette's hands on me was infuriating and I had suffered along with Miatta, enduring her touch to keep up appearances. “Besides, the king and Beta Logan are watching as well. They cannot see you running after a careless slave,” Yvette pressed on, trying to make me see reason. She was on point and it was true that my idea was not exactly proper but that night, Miatta was not a slave. She was my Lady of Honour and I had driven her away. “She isn't a slave tonight, Yvette and it is my duty to make my guest as comfortable as possib
Lucas Miatta’s words washed over me, weakening me totally. She was a virgin and I had accused of taking of a lover. My foolishness made me unworthy to stand before her perfect imperfections. Even I could not boast of being a virgin because lycans were very sexual peaked creatures. Virgins were rare to find in a world of pleasures like ours and yet my mate stood before me, with her virginity intact, the highest honour she could give me. I had acted irrationally, my jealousy had burned hot but now, I was left with the ashes of my mistakes. “You are a virgin. How are you a virgin?” I wanted to know. It wasn't possible that an attractive shifter like herself had managed to preserve herself through mating periods and through her abduction. She was a princess but I was a prince and I was equally adventurous. It just wasn't possible. Miatta turned scarlet with embarrassment and hung her head. “I just am. I have never told anyone, not Addy, not even my own mother. You are the first to know
Lucas I watched her sleep though it had not been induced of her own accord. Ryker had shortened her breath and brought her to me in my room. At first, when I saw her, I thought she was dead because of how limp she laid in his big arms. However, after he explained the lengths he had to go to ensure he returned with her, I took her from him and placed her where she belonged; beside me in my bed. Since then, sleep deserted me, rendering me a guard over her. I threaded her hair between my fingers, combing gently and letting the soft tresses slide away. Her scent was light as she was unconscious but once she was awake, it would fill the air with its mouthwatering vanilla aroma. Her clothes were dirty from wherever she had been, dry clumps of dirt gluing to various areas of the dress. It was ruined for sure and eventually, I had to take them off her to prevent her from developing a rash. Undressing her came with its own difficulties. She would sigh occasionally in a sensual manner and my
“I can't believe you chose Lucas over your freedom, Miatta,” Addy kept saying over and over again after I had sent Ryker away. The pesky bodyguard had seen me on my back from the path and had suggested that I came with him. “No,” I had said to him, not taking more than a minute to make up my mind. “The festivities are over and he no longer has a reason to keep me cooped up in his room. It will be best for all if I returned to the slave room where I belong.” He was not convinced by my act of martyrdom but knowing Ryker, I was confident that he would not force me to do anything I didn't want to. He respected me not just as his master’s mate but as a person. He waited to see if I would change my mind but instead, I walked around him and continued on the route I had earlier set out. Lucas would not be pleased with him but I tried not to think about how Lucas was feeling. Bringing my roaming thoughts to the present, I saw disappointment boldly written on Addy’s face. I was disappointed
Miatta “You can't be serious, Miatta! You want to turn back now? Think about what you are about to do!” Ramona admonished at the top of her voice. I pulled her into the shadows and slapped my palm onto her mouth. “Unless you want to be caught and dragged back to that land of bondage, I suggest you lower your tone and listen to me!” She swallowed twice, her eyes damp and became calm. When I was sure she would not break down in tears, I lifted my palm off her lips and gave her my back. I couldn't explain the feeling I was having but I just couldn't leave Red Bone Pack. My heart was there, lying asleep in the woods while my body was planning on leaving. It just didn't seem right. “Once I get you over the mountains, you will go on without me. Don't look back, don't think about this land, about Addy or me. I will be fine. Stick to the shadows and when it is dawn, run as fast as your legs can carry you. You are a wolf and you can easily find your way once you channel your senses in the
Miatta By the time I returned to the path, I was exhausted from running all the way. My lungs were screaming at me for exercising that hard and I had to stop myself twice from falling on my face. I was still far from the secret passage and I pushed on, using my honed abilities anywhere the moonlight could not reveal to me. My conscience stabbed at me with every step I took and I starved it by thinking less of what I had done and more on what I was about to do. I would be home sooner than I ever anticipated since arriving at Red Bone Pack and I wasn't going to let my nosy, star-stricken wolf ruin it for me. Suddenly, I heard a mild rustling of leaves from somewhere behind me and I froze in place. My mind raced to conclusion that perhaps Lucas had not been sleeping after all and had trailed behind me. I gulped through a tight throat and held my breath, crouching into a squat. Whoever it was, I was determined not to be discovered. The footsteps drew closer and I peeped from where I was
Miatta Lucas dropped into a crouch, bones snapping and rearranging within him. His shifting phase looked painful yet intriguing, drawing attention to the spectacle. Thick sheaves of hair grew out on his neck and back and he howled long into the night. It caused shivers down my spinal column as I marveled at his animalistic beauty. Suddenly, he leapt off the ground, somersaulted in mid-air and landed gracefully on all fours. His clothes were in shreds at his feet and I stood in quiet adoration. His wolf had ink-black, almost oily fur, covering him from his head to his powerful paws. He sniffed at something in the air and turned his head towards me in expectation. His eyes were darker and mystic, compelling me to do anything he asked. In either form, he was a sight to behold and I was proud he was mine, all mine. As shifters, our eyes represented the colour of our fur. The eyes were the window to the soul and our animals were our soul. Without them, one was condemned to a unfulfilled
Miatta The festival night was heated and the excitement filled the air. Mated couples sat next to each other, necking and flirting openly while the single ones hoped for a match from the Goddess. Slabs of meat were served starting from the royal household and later, it was distributed amongst the pack. Even the slaves got a bit of everything though it wasn't in large amounts like those of the freeborns. Lucas gave me no excuses to leave his sight and was super clingy throughout the night. He decided he wanted to feed me himself and I obliged him to take any suspicions off me. He was charming and the little he knew, the better for both of us. However, I couldn't help searching the crowd for Addy. It was almost time for the free run and I had not set my eyes on either she or Ramona. My wolf was itching for action and I could feel her nipping at my guts. The lunar sensation was getting to her and I had to get away before I was pushed off by her. Our empty meal bowl lay at my side and
Miatta My visiting hour was up and I escorted Addy and her group back to the dark room. She pulled me in for a final hug and whispered shortly in my ear: “Do not forget your promise to me.” She had asked for my word and I had given it selflessly. Addy had never asked anything of me in the past and now that she had, I didn't want to let her down. Ramona was coming with me by nightfall. There was to be a wolf run and during that period, every shifter was free to do what he pleased, slave or freeborn. Many found their mates on the day of the Moon Festival while others just mingled sexually for the fun of it, a one-night only orgy. It was at that time when everyone was distracted that I planned to leave with Ramona. On my way back, shadows had fallen along my path, protecting me from the harsh sunlight. The weather was not hot however as chilly winds clashed with each other. Goosebumps were aligned on my upper arm and I rubbed my relatively warm palms along them. I mentally made plan
Mood SwingsMiatta “You bathed the Lycan Prince?” Ramona exclaimed, her eyes large in wonder. I grimaced, attempting a shy smile while Addy burst into laughter. “Well, he didn't give me a choice!” I retorted, wanting to defend myself. They were on garden duty but I sat with Addy, reminiscing the past events of the week. They were on garden duty but I was in a shade, discussing with Addy from there. Ramona chopped unevenly at the flowers, reminding me of the first time I had done the job. Lucas had come to my aid but then, he had been Luke to me. Subconsciously, a smile grew on my lips, my protest forgotten. “Someone is thinking of someone special,” Addy teased, using her shears skillfully like they were an extension of her arms. She was just so capable at everything, the shifter version of perfection. She juggled her brows at me, not losing sight of the shrub she was trimming. When I nodded in Ramona's direction, she twisted her neck at her understudy and gasped in horror. “Ramona
Miatta After my bath with Lucas, I began to give more thought to returning home. I loved Lucas truly but I loved my family first. They meant the world to me and I had to see them again even if it was for the last time. Lucas was uncharacteristically quiet, giving me more time to ponder my plans. “What do you think about Beta Logan?” he suddenly asked, taking me by surprise. I didn't know why he was asking me about the sneaky lycan and so, I was unsure of what answer to give him. Personally, Beta Logan made me uncomfortable in my own skin but I couldn't tell Lucas that because it would lead to him asking more questions. “I think he is very loyal to your father.” With my back to him, I heard rather than saw Lucas approach me from behind. He tugged on my arm, pulling me onto a stool. I didn't resist him, going along with whatever he wanted. He pinched the bridge of his nose, meditating on whatever he was about to say. “Cut the crap, Miatta. I asked you what you think of him as he i