Violette POV
I thought back to when I was captured. The alarms were blaring, and people running and screaming. “Princess! You have to hide, the lycan King and his men are here to kill us all!” My maid Lillian screamed. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember, and this is the second time I’ve ever seen her so frightened. It immediately made me feel horrible, and wish to do everything I can to make her feel better. Except this was important.. far more important than I or my safety. “Not without Sylvia and Dominic.”I pleaded. I knew if I didn’t get her to see reason, she’d fight with me to get me to go to the secret room. “Surely they’ve hidden by now, Princess. Please! My duty is to serve and protect you!” She pleaded. Just then I heard the sharp piercing screams of little Sylvia. My feet took off before my brain could even register it.. I ran down the hall and followed her screams the best that I could. I stopped at the doorway to the music room and ripped the door open. There were two men pulling at her hair and dress. They had her pressed against the wall as tears poured down her small face. Without thinking, I pounced on the man who was reaching under her maids dress. “Get away from her!” I growled. I leaned forward and bit his ear off. Blood filled my mouth and poured out everywhere, his screams filled my head and not a single thought could pass through. “Stupid fucking bitch!” He growled. I went to shift into my wolf form when I felt a sharp prick in my arm. “Uh uh, no shifting, mutt.” The other man laughed. I found myself pinned under the first man, his ear had slowed bleeding and began the healing process. Stupid Lycan healing. “And what do we have here?” The man growled. He sniffed up the side of my face before smiling. “You smell.. high ranking..” he purred. “N-no..” I shook my head. “Don’t lie to me. I know.” He said. He pinned my arms between us and shoved himself between my legs. I began kicking and screaming frantically, someone has to be around.. surely.. someone will help me. In one swift motion, he ripped the front of my dress, exposing my undergarments and cleavage. “Get off!” I screamed. “Princess!” I heard Lillian’s voice. No! If I wasn’t pinned down.. well now he knows who I am. “Ohh.. so I have the Princess here..” the man moaned. He pressed his erection against me and I cringed. “What? A low-life omega Lycan disgusts you, does it?” He asked. His hand struck the side of my face and my ear rang. My skin stung like it had been stung by 10 bees and I looked at the floor gasping in air. “Get off of her.” Lillian lunged at the man but ended up being tackled by the other. He slammed her head into the wall once and let go. She smacked the ground with a hard thud. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady, thank goddess. I looked at Sylvia who was curled up against the wall, her eyes fixed on me and the man on top of me. “Run.” I mouthed. She looked between the two men before getting up and running as fast as she possibly could. Everything would have gone perfectly okay, had the second man not shifted to his Lycan and chased her down. He shifted back to human form and began dragging her down the hall. “No! What are you doing with her?” I growled as I thrashed under the first man. “Oh, Normans just gonna have his fun while I have mine in here.” He purred. “No! She’s 15! She’s just a child!” I screamed as tears began to fall down my face. I tried so hard but whatever they stuck in my arm had me feeling weak. I’ve taken small doses of wolfsbane every day of my life so whatever they gave me was too much for even a normal wolf.. If I can’t shift.. maybe I can still use my claws. “Oh, she’ll be okay. Break her in a bit.” He laughed. I filled with rage and pulled an arm out from between us and with all of my strength, I shoved my hand into his neck. I wrapped my fingers around his warm and wet throat and yanked on it as hard as I could. His eyes widened as I ripped his throat from his neck and blood spilled all over me. I closed my eyes and mouth as his blood covered my face and hair. His body fell on top of me and little gurgles came out of his mouth. “Fucking pig,” I grunted as I wiped my eyes and mouth with my non-bloodied hand. My skin covered in goosebumps and my hair stood at attention when a cough interrupted my thoughts. I tilted my head back as far as I could and spotted about 6 men all dressed in black with small spatters of blood here and there. Their scents hit my nose and I knew.. they’re not from my kingdom. My eyes met with the one in the middle. The aura screamed powerful and I just knew I was staring at the Lycan king, Viktor. Butterflies filled my stomach and.. at the same time I wanted to run and hide.. or even attack him. -Take that as you will.- I stopped looking and tried to shove off the man, I pushed him as hard as I could until finally, he hit the ground with a thud. I stood up quickly and grabbed the front of my dress with each hand trying my best to hold the top together. Though, I wasn’t doing too well because my hands were now slippery from the blood so my cleavage was everywhere. “I need to get into that room right there.” I pointed at the room Norman pulled Sylvie into. Her muffled screams were heard through the awkward silence and I did everything I could to avoid the King's eyes. “I don’t take commands from you.” One of them growled. “Please, she’s just a child! He’s trying to rape her and you’re all being bitches, just standing here doing nothing!” I growled. They all stared at me with scared looks on their faces because I just called their King a bitch.. and the second I saw the look on his face I knew I’d never see freedom again. I knew he wanted me. I knew I was now his prey. “Take her.” He growled. No! No! Where’s my Father? What about Sylvia? What about my people? “But King we’re here for..” “I think the Princess will do just fine.” He growled. “Princess?” One of the men said questionably. Of course, he knows. Just like how I knew exactly who he is. We’re royalty. We all know when we are near one another. Two men marched forward and grabbed my arms. My arms struggled against them, still holding the top of my dress together as best as I could. “Don’t fight them, and they won’t be as rough. Little princess.” The king said. For a moment it seemed as if his features filled with anguish.. as if he didn’t want to hurt me, but he didn’t feel he had a choice. “Stop! Leave me alone!” I growled. They ripped my arms back and my dress ripped even more. Goddess, fuck! There was no holding this damned dress together, is there? “Asshole!” I growled. I snarled and my fangs shot out. The man jumped back, but then laughed as if I didn’t scare him. “Please.. just help her, I’ll do anything!” I begged. I was now looking directly at the king. Somehow, I felt I might be able to persuade him. Even if it meant giving myself to him. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as if he was thinking about it. His eyes glazed over as well as the rest of the men, and without a moment of waiting they all turned towards the door and busted it down. “What the..” his voice cut off with a loud crack and Sylvia’s whimper could be heard from the room. “Let’s go.” The King said. “What no? We have to take her! We have to help her! To help them! You slaughtered my men, my very good men, and for what? Some rivalry between our kingdoms?” I growled. He stopped walking and turned around, getting in my face and grabbing it tightly in his hand. My skin filled with tingles of excitement but it also filled with pain. Pain his hand was inflicting on me. “Your father started this. It wasn’t a deadly war until he spilled blood. Now, I’m just getting even. but this.. this is even better.. ” He said as he walked up to me. “Now I will have his beauty of a daughter.. I will make you submit to me in ways you’d never imagine.” His eyes shifted to my open chest, my cleavage poked out for the whole room to see even with dried blood on it. His eyes flashed obsidian for a moment before they turned back to their cold heartless ones. It was as if he was fighting with himself not to take me right here.. right now. To take my virtue. “Someone give her a shirt. Grab the other girl and let’s go.” He growled. “Wait..” I looked at Lillian who was still passed out on the floor. “Please..” I pleaded with him. His face was emotionless and empty, but he nodded his head and one of the men walked over to Lillian and threw her over his shoulder. He was showing hints of kindness.. even without being obligated to do so. “What are you doing just standing there?” The King's voice interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head and looked at him standing in the doorway of his office.Violette POV “What?” I asked. F*ck. I just broke rule number 4, didn’t I? “Did Beatrice not explain you your rules?” He asked. He was standing in the doorway of his office, leaning against the door frame. I snapped my mouth shut and he nodded his head. “She did, I just forgot. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I said in a low voice. I couldn’t feel his emotions from here.. usually, I’m good about things like that. Everything about him is cold, dark, and expressionless. I couldn’t understand how a person could ever be this way. “Come here.” He demanded. His voice was soft but also aggressive. I don’t know how that happened but he did it. I placed the broom against the wall and walked toward him. “You’ve done well cleaning the room.” He said. I hadn’t noticed I’d even cleaned..I’ve been too.. in my head. Though I could tell he wasn’t in such a bad mood as he was earlier.. but that still worried me. Hopefully, he doesn’t think to reward me.. usually, slaves get rewarded if they’re
Viktor POV “And check on the slave. She almost fainted earlier and I can’t have that.” I growled. I couldn’t tell if I regretted having her room so close to mine or not. There was something about her that made me feel.. odd. She made my skin feel as if it were on fire, as well as my mind. I hated that this was happening.. she’s my enemy’s daughter.. I just couldn’t figure out what it was. Or why it was happening. I thought back to the moment I first saw her and my heart began to race. I watched as she shoved her hand into Marvs throat furiously, and ripped it from his body. I’d never seen such violence. Well.. I take that back actually, I have. But not by a Princess. I knew the moment I walked into the room who she was.. and I knew I had to take her. I didn’t know why.. I just knew I had to. And so I did. And I named her as my slave. See, I went to that castle looking for King Arthur. I was going to kill him and end this war once and for all.. until I saw her. And as of today,
Violette POVI had the strangest dream last night. Father was yelling at me after finding out that I’d let Lillian have one of my bows and a necklace.. instead of being forced to have my hands struck 400 times and my back whipped, King Viktor placed his hand on my face and took me away to be safe.I would’ve rather gotten the strikes on my hands, and I have, but it appears my dreams have other ideas.“Miss, you need to wake- oh, you’re already awake.” Beatrice spoke as she walked into my room and opened the curtains. I nodded my head and went to speak when I remembered I wasn’t allowed to. Goddess, I hate this life so much.“You need to get dressed. You’ll be joining the King for breakfast.” She said. What? Breakfast?“Here, they’ve brought your gown. He has a few rules, as we are hosting a breakfast with two other royal families. You are to sit at his feet. You are a slave, and slaves belong at the feet of their Master. You will not speak a word unless King Viktor speaks to you. And
Violette POV “You've filled out considerably.” Richard moaned as he ran his fingers over my cleavage. “She does have a nice bust, doesn't she Sarah?” One of the women asked. I was completely dumbfounded.. how could any woman stand by and watch as another woman is treated as such? Yes, I may be a slave.. but I’m also a princess. “I guess she does.” Queen Sarah didn't sound pleased with me at all. “I mean just look at them.” he untied the string in my bust and pushed off the straps. I held the dress above my waist with my hands, hoping it wouldn't get that far. I looked the King dead in the eyes as King Richard turned me around and pushed my chest to the table and pressed his hard member against my bottom. I clenched my eyes as he pushed up my dress. The feeling of his cold hands on my skin made my stomach swirl and I didn’t know how long I could take it. Tears began falling down the side of my face and I opened my eyes, immediately connecting their gaze to Masters. The look o
Viktor POV Where is she? I said 2 hours. She’s well over 20 minutes late. I was lenient on her because it was her first few days. But 20 minutes is well over-pushing it. “Loren,” I growled through the mind link. I was finding myself getting angrier with each moment that passed without her entering my chambers. First, she looks at me with such hate.. I don’t understand why I was so bothered, it is nothing out of the ordinary to share of slave. She should be grateful I haven’t allowed several men to take her as they see fit.Second, she snaps at me. I couldn’t believe this girl. I get that she’s not used to being a slave, that she was once a princess who’s only care in the world was what dress she was going to wear for the day.. but that’s still no excuse to speak to her master in such a way.Third.. and last of all, she’s late. She’s disobedient as ever. I will have to put her in her place. “Yes, my King. I have her.” He replied quickly. “Good. Where was she?” I asked. I was on the
Violette POV The gardens are magnificent. The gardens at home aren’t quite as lovely as these. And all we have at home are white roses that match our family's rather distinct white hair. But this garden.. has flowers off all kinds. There’s even a section of fresh fruits and vegetables that looks absolutely delicious. “Do you enjoy your time outside?” The guard named Loren asked. I noticed he looks at me every once in a while, debating to speak or to just let me walk in peace. “Yes, it’s been a very calming time,” I said. I felt the petals of a flower between my fingers before continuing on down the path. We mainly stayed in silence, that is until I was approached by a woman I’d never seen before. “So, you’re the Kings slave?” She asked. I looked at Loren who spoke for me. I think at this moment, I’m grateful for not being able to speak to anyone besides Loren. She seemed disgusted and irritated with me. “Yes, miss Minerva.” He said. “Mind if I have a small chat with her?” she a
Viktor POV Yet another night I find my mind racing with thoughts of her. Thinking about earlier today had my skin on fire. I should’ve never let Richard touch her. The look on her face tugged at something deep inside me and it made my head feel like it would explode. I found myself walking towards her room to watch her, I don’t know what it is.. but being around her calms the voices I was cursed with. A long time ago my family was cursed by a witch hired by Violette's family. She cursed us to live without our mates. From what we know.. we don’t have mates anymore. Or they’re just well hidden from us. My father found his mate before this happened.. so it was just my siblings and me who were cursed. And if we were to find our mates by some off chance, our children would be cursed as well. It was a sick joke that caused a lot of pain and suffering. A life without a mate is a life worth nothing. The curse makes us go crazy the longer we’re without our marked mate, and I’ve already be
Viktor POV “Please! I’ve been waiting for weeks. Why was I brought at all if I wasn’t going to be able to see her?” The girl cried in front of me to Beatrice. “She is unwell. The King said she needs rest.” Beatrice tried to explain. “If she is truly unwell then I must be there for her. She is my best friend, even if we do have drastic differences in rank. I should be there to care for her. I can help. I’m good with medicines. I know how to sew, clean, and cook.. I can do anything if you please just let me be with her.” She begged. She was now on her knees pleading up to me. “My king if I may, I do believe having a friendly face around might help miss Violette get better quicker,” Beatrice said. “Fine. But Beatrice, Violette is only allowed to speak with you two and Loren. No a single soul else. Understand?” I asked. “Yes, my King. I will make sure of it. Thank you.” Beatrice replied. “Thank you! Thank you!” The girl cried. “Get her to Violette. And let me know when you find out