Elora's POV
‘This is absurd,’ I muttered inwardly.
It all still felt like some bad dream or trance. I mean, this whole trade thing couldn't be real, right?
Sigh… I couldn't come to terms with the reality before me. A reality I never saw coming at all. As a weak Omega, my plan was to live a secluded life as a princess, maybe find my real mate and… That was it; I never really gave my future any deep thoughts. Maybe I should have.
One of the four horsemen of Greyhound, moved away from his cohorts and stood before the steps that led to the throne. I don't know what he did exactly, but I saw him snap his fingers, and I was sure to have seen his suit give off a faint golden glow.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a table appeared between him and the obsidian steps.
I narrowed my eyes as I recognised that table. It had been in the throne room for as long as I could remember, but it was usually situated by a wall at my right.
I turned my head and took a glance at the spot it usually was, just to confirm my hunch. It was no longer there. I was right, it was definitely the same table.
‘So he can move objects with magic?’ I pondered internally as I retracted my gaze back to the man. It was very rare for Werewolves to use magic; they usually employed witches if they needed some miraculous assistance.
Hmm, from the way his uniform glowed, it's probably not made of normal fabric. A witch must have made it. That means… Damn, the palace guards of Dunham are definitely no match for them.
Or was father scared, because of their power? Did they threaten him?
I know we've never been close and barely spoke to each other, but I could tell that he actually cared for me. Then what changed?
I kept that thought at the back of my mind as my father walked down the steps and stood at the other side of the table.
I didn't have a clear view of what transpired between him and the horseman from my perspective, but I was sure to have seen a parchment, a fountain pen and some other peripherals.
After a few minutes of doing whatever they were doing, the horseman circled around the table and stood beside my father, who pointed his hand at me and said, “Bring her.”
To be honest, I half expected that order. I was after all ‘a part of the trade’. It was only right that I had something to do in making the agreement.
Two palace guards lifted me up by my arms and pushed me toward the throne. Damon’s body was still shaking as I walked past him, his claws were halfway out.
I quickly turned to him and shook my head as I mouthed, “Don't. You'll die.”
He replied in a whisper, “I'll die for you.”
I was touched. For the first time since I've known him, I actually felt something toward him. It wasn't love. No. Sadness, remorse, and other melancholic emotions related to death, was what I felt for him, because I knew that he was going to die if he did something stupid that night… or morning? I couldn't tell what time it was, and I couldn't care less.
Albeit, I smiled as he said this. Every other person in the throne room saw me as some useless sack of bones that needed to be thrown away. But Damon still cared; it was oddly comforting.
The guards pushed me again and I stumbled before the table. On it was a parchment, in which the trade’s terms and conditions were neatly scribbled. I would have fallen for whoever wrote this if this happened under different circumstances.
I could see the Lycan King of Greyhound’s signature, the horseman's signature, and my father's signature. All that remained was mine.
Though I was bound by the wrists, the horseman passed me the fountain pen anyway. How could someone be so cold and inhumane?
I leaned towards the paper and tendered a random signature, just to spite my father. The horseman wouldn’t know if the signature was mine or not, but my father could easily tell, and it made me glad. That look of shock and anger on his face filled my heart with this odd sense of satisfaction.
That was one way I could get back to him for treating me like some worthless object. It paled in comparison to what he had done to me, but it was still something.
The horseman noticed the uneasy aura around my father, prompting him to slightly turn and ask, “Is everything alright, Alpha Eric?”
My father quickly regained composure and he nodded in response, “Yes, yes. Carry on.”
The horseman nodded and looked towards me. He raised his right hand and a claw jutted out of his index finger.
“Now, all that's left is your blood to seal the contract,” he said coldly.
I flinched back.
However, at that moment, a loud growl reverberated across the throne room and I was no longer before the table.
I found myself in Damon’s arms as he dashed towards the exit. He was partially transformed, his fangs reflecting the rays of the moonlight that pierced through the windows.
But just before we could make it out, one of the horsemen appeared before us. And then again, I found myself before the table. My father shook his head in disappointment, but it wasn't directed at me.
The horseman that had blocked our path, appeared beside his partner and my father. In his hand was Damon’s head.
My face went grim, I almost puked. I turned in search of his body. I found it standing straight before the entrance like some statue, blood pulsing out of his open neck.
It was disgusting, it was painful.
I turned back to face the men before me, my limbs quivering nonstop.
“What the hell?”
Elora's POV The horseman with Damon’s head in his hand, raised it high and gave a warning to everyone in the throne room.My father sighed ruefully, “That was foolish of him, I apologise.”The horseman scoffed, “You are not to blame. Children of this era have always been so naive. Perhaps, it's time we brought back the Scarlet-Crest era.”For the first time in a long time, I saw my father shrink in fear. What was so fearful about some Scarlet-Crest era? Perhaps that was one of the times in the era of war?He swallowed hard and dropped his headThe horseman simply shook his head and walked away. The other horseman still had his index claw out. I didn't even wait for him to ask before stretching my hand towards him. He made a clean cut on my thumb and gestured for me to press it on the parchment, which I did without complaint.I was still in shock of Damon’s swift death. I had no feelings for him, but he was still a wolf that had siblings to take care of. I decided not to ask anymore q
“Eh?” I stared at him blankly.Did he just call himself Alaric Greyhound? As in THE Alaric Greyhound that I've heard of?! The Lycan King of this Kingdom?I know I've gone through a lot from last night till now, but this couldn't be real. What would the infamous King of such a prosperous kingdom be doing in the dregs? Or was this how he greeted all the new intakes?“Are you alright?” His bass voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I sniffled and nodded quickly, “Y-Yes, your Highness. Thanks to you.”He smiled, making him more handsome than he already was, “Good to know. Now…” he turned toward the other three men, that were kneeling before the carriage driver, who was still writhing in pain.“I've heard about you guys and the stunts you've been pulling for a long time now,” Alaric said, slipping his hands into his pockets.The three men turned on their knees and looked up to him in fear.“All of that ends today,” Alaric added.“Please, your Highness. We were only punishing the offenders,
My grip on the handle of my bag tightened as I lifted it closer to my chest. Looking outside the window of the carriage, I gazed at the grand mansion looming ahead. Several tall pillars stood at different sections of the mansion and they were so large that I could only imagine how thick they were going to be if I was to get close to them. Thick ivy crawled up the pillars and scattered across the stone wall of the mansion, giving it shades of green that added to it's magnificence. Large arched windows lined the walls, giving off a golden glint as the sun hit their glass. The light casted off of it exuded a warm, almost inviting glow that seemed to be a stark contrast to the cold and imposing features of the building. My grip on my bag lessened.Slowly, the carriage rode into the mansion's compound and the uncomfortable graveled path beneath it's wheels slowly transitioned to smooth cobblestones. I was still taking in my new surrounding when the carriage suddenly came to a halt at th
Alpha Alaric stood before the fireplace, one hand in pocket, the other holding a glass of wine, and his face turned towards a large picture that stood at the end of the room. Large drapes covered the windows, blocking out the sun outside. Little light peaked in from one of the windows occasionally as it swerved in the small draughty breeze that managed to slip in through the slots of the windows. The room was dimly lit, the flickering flames of the candles around and the soft-roaring fire in the fireplace being the only source of light. The light from these flames cast off different shadows that crossed the room and danced around the place. Somehow, I felt at ease as I stood in the room.Alpha Alaric took in a sip from his wine as he continued staring at the picture. Now curious as to why he was looking at it, I slowly turned to the large frame handing on the wall by a suit of armour.Although partially obscured by the low light, I managed to see what was on the picture. It looked l
The servants quarters weren't as good as I thought they would be. Mud and different types of waste surrounded the space, giving it a very dirty look. I hoped the inside looked much better than the outside. Boy, was I wrong? I entered the room that had been assigned to me and sighed. Throwing my bag to the ground, I walked over to the closed window and pushed it open. A cloud of dust swirled in the dim light, filling the entire room as the window creaked open. Coughing and sneezing, I quickly placed my hands over my nose and ran over to the window. I took in a deep breath of the air outside, only to gag as the air filled my lungs. I quickly closed the window and retreated back into the room as the urge to throw up filled me. I cupped my hands over my nose as I ran around the place, looking for some kind of relief. The stale, musty odour that had been trapped inside the room was overwhelming and somehow seemed to seep in through the crevices of my palm, making the situation even wor
"Hey, Elora," I heard someone call out. Dropping the basket I held to the ground, I lifted my head in the direction of the call and found Gadot skipping towards me. She looked giddy as always. I wondered how she did that. "Hey, Gadot," I replied to her as I returned my attention to my assigned work. I had to be done pruning the roses before noon, and I was far behind schedule already. It had been two days since I moved into the Lycan King's Alaric's mansion, and I was slowly beginning to adjust to the rhythms of life here. Waking up really early and sleeping really late was something that I had begun to get used to back at the rear court, so adapting to that lifestyle here wasn't hard. What was hard, though, was the amount of chores given. The tour that was given to me around the mansion made me realise how really big this place was, but it didn't truly sink in until I took up my chores yesterday. I and three maidservants had been assigned the meeting room to clean, and it quickl
"The Lycan King awaits you." I looked at the guard who had brought me here for a few moments before turning to the door that separated me from the Alpha. Slowly, I approached the large door as my heart pounded in my ears. Taking in a deep breath, I reached for it, my knuckle hovering over it's frame. I had barely touched the wood when I suddenly heard a voice from the other side call, "Enter, Elora." I turned to the guard who gave me a small nod before taking some steps back. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hands on the brass handle. Exhaling softly, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was large and I awed at its opulence. Large ornaments and artworks stood at different sections of the room. The fireplace was lit, giving the place a small warm glow. Paintings hung on the walls, adding to the artistic aura that the room exuded. A large diamond encrusted chandelier hung f
"Wait, what?" Gadot muttered as she dropped down on my bed. Her face was squeezed into a frown. I had never seen her look so confused before. "So... he offered you... the position of his personal servant?" "Yeah," I said with a small laugh as I picked up one of my clothe from the wardrobe and dropped it into my bag. "It was a strange offer with a strange timing but I am kind of excited to hear about it, you know." "Well... I guess you should be," Gadot mumbled as she placed her hands on her laps and began fiddling her fingers. She paused for some moments before asking, "so, he didn't... reprimand you or give you a punishment or something. He just... asked if you could take the position.""I wouldn't say he asked me if I could take it," I replied with a small shrug as I folded the clothe and shoved it into my bag. "He more like... placed it on me. There was no room for questions or nothing. He just... gave it to me." I paused just