Mirabel hurried towards the dining room, she needed to talk to her father physically, to put an end to his craziness.If Rhode finds out what she did to him then it would be well within his rights to put her to death, and no one would bat an eye, people have been condemned for less.She needed to speak sense into her dad, he was becoming too reckless with his ambition and it would result in tragedy, Mirabel was sure of it.Her dad wanted the throne, he had coveted the position of Alpha for a very long time, and Mirabel knew that from a very tender age he had viewed his daughter as a stepping stone to his great ambition, but this had gone too far.“My lady, you have not gone to the dining area since Alpha Micheal, why are you doing so now?” Rose asked with apprehension as she led the way to her father, and Mirabel grimaced.“As much as I don't want to see the People, I want to die even less.” Mirabel answered with a wry smile.She was not afraid of dying, far from it. She was afraid of
Rhode sipped the wine sitting in front of him in an effort to clear the strange feeling in his throat. He had no idea what was going on, only thing he knew was that he had started to tune out the conversation slash confrontation going on around the table.Tried as hard as he might, he just could no longer pay attention to Megan, he was beginning to harbor a terrible kind of suspicion.“Alpha,” Brian concerned voice shook him a little from his stupor, but for some reason it felt like Brian was yelling at him from a place he could not quite reach, under the ocean perhaps.“Brian?” Rhode whispered, something was quite wrong, but he could not pinpoint what it was. His hands shook as he tried to pick up the knife in front of him.“I am here Alpha, what is going on?” Brian asked behind him, he could hear the muted panic in his voice. Brian was worried, and that informed the strangely inebriated Rhode that perhaps he should be worried too.“I feel drunk.” He confessed slowly to his best frie
Megan frowned as she stared at Rhode's face, and that was the moment something was not quite right with the Alpha. Why, sweats were dotting his forehead and he looked positively flushed, she wondered if he had too much wine.But it was more than that, wasn't it? Right from when Lord Fuhler and Aldrien seemed to want Rhode to stay back, but the friendly man she had met before had battled for the opposite.“I wonder if he is alright.” She murmured to herself, but the woman sitting beside her seemed to have no qualms for manners as she blatantly listened in, and turned to Megan.“Perhaps you should verify.” She said so softly and quickly that Megan was left to wonder if she had imagined the soft whisper.“You know something.” Megan turned to her with an accusing look, but she simply busied herself with cutleries as she ignored Megan and casted graceful smiles to everyone in the room instead, the picture perfect queen, but Megan was too in her head to put her properly in her place.Someth
Aspen, although severely ungrateful with her lot in life, had never truly suffered in any way, at least not to the people around her, although that opinion would soon change when the western kingdom got wind of her less than pure movement.Richardson had been quick to dispel the rumors and dismissed everyone, but even his kingly presence, note the sarcasm, was not enough to rid the accusations from the people's minds and seal their lips.As a result, she had been extra careful not to go outside, partly because everybody seemed to look at her like a murderer, e.g the servants and ladies maids, but also because of the appearance of Duke Elric.She had seen the way Richardson went pale at the sight of him, and had begun to question if making a deal with such a man was wise at all. But it was too late now, she was already indebted to him, and he held the secrets that could bring her to ruin at the tip of his untrustworthy tongue.“Aspen!” Richardson barked as he slammed the door to her ch
Rhode could not contain his anger when he woke up the next morning. He had stirred up to find himself in Brian's bed, and that was not the only unflattering thing that happened.He could still feel the bitter residue of whatever drug he had unknowingly consumed the night before, and knew, without anyone telling him, that the drug must have been potent.And what's worse? He could still feel the weakness in his bones that came from denying his body what it had been forced to desire last night. Doing that had only been through sheer force of will, as was everything he did, but oh was he pissed off.He knew the gist of what had happened by now, his own court members, or one of them at least had dared to poison him, and he knew without the doubt that if he had stayed in his room last night, he would have been violated, but the court would not have seen it that way, and would have demanded that he took responsibility for the cursed woman.He knew everything, and that was precisely why he co
Admittedly, due to his friendship with Rhode, and knowing him so well, it had been hard for Brian to transition from best friend to subordinate. In fact, he had been ready for the friendship itself to end as Rhode would undoubtedly have more influential people to mix with, but to his surprise, he was held tightly by his friend. Metaphorically speaking of course.So due to those factors as well as some important ones, he had forgotten what his friend was truly capable of, but in moments like this, he tended to remember.He had only seen Rhode use what they had come to know as the imperial sway once, and even then was nothing compared to what Brian was witnessing.The council members were now on their knees as they writhed and pleaded for mercy, but he could see from his friend's eyes that he had none to give them. To his relief however, Rhode had exempted him from the turmoil discreetly, so Brian raised a hand to his bleeding nose, as he wiped it, and gave a reassuring nod to his frie
Megan smiled at the knitting thread in her hands that had begun to form something that was a cross between a sock and a skirt? Oh well, she had not expected to be perfect anyways.She was never the knitting or crocheting type, preferring to wage wars with a pen and usurp kingdoms. Plan coups and displace rulers. But for the first time in her life, she was seated in a rocking chair with two needles in her hands as she tried to spurn the perfect dress or scarf for her precious baby.“This is quite the sight.” Rosetta laughed as she strolled in with a basket under her arm and sunflowers in her hair. And Megan lightened up instantly.“Rose, come and take a look at this!” She ordered in excitement, and Rosetta dropped the basket of laundry she was holding and hurried over.“Well?! What do you think?” She demanded, and Rose made an expression that was a cross between a wince and a grimace.“Err, it's a very nice head warmer?” Rosetta asked cautiously as she stared at the strange item and Me
Megan felt her world tilt as she heard the forbidden words coming from the lovely lips of Mirabel Fuhler, a lady she still absolutely distrusted, and for good reason as well.“What did you say?” Megan whispered as Rosetta mouthed the word Traitor in disbelief and fell to her knees. Mirabel only looked at her with a sigh as she twiddled her lace covered thumb in distress, but Megan was not having it.“Listen, I know, I know it's difficult to take in, but going in there will only hasten the fate of your maid.” Mirabel tried to explain, but Megan was not having it, heck, she was no longer listening. The only thing she could hear were the distant clanging of bells, the kind used to signify an approaching enemy.“Like hell I won't go in.” Megan hissed, before abruptly shaking off the quivering hold of Mirabel and turning to Rosetta.“Pull yourself together!” She yelled under her breath with a glare, causing the crying girl to flinch.“If you are dissolving In tears, then what is poor Brian
Megan was quiet as she stared at the bustling around her. She was quiet as Rhonda checked her baby and her vitals to ensure her stability, she was quiet as she was forced to drink a kind of medicinal broth, and she was quiet as Rhode walked in hours later.“How long has she been like this?” She heard Rhode ask, and what sounded like Rhonda answered.“I don't think she has moved at all since I came in here to personally monitor her vitals.” She answered, her professional tone broken down by concern.“What is going on? Is she alright?” Rhode asked again, a deep kind of worry coating his voice, and Megan bit her tongue to keep the bitterness inside.“Physically she's alright. So it's definitely a mental problem.” Rhonda reported again, before she turned reproachful eyes to Rhode who leaned back defensively.“What did I do?” He asked even before she could speak, and Megan heard her sigh, before she hit Rhode with what sounded like a stack of papers.“Hey!” He yelled out at the act, but th
Ugh! Megan could not help the little frustration in her belly from bubbling out. Once more Aspen and Richardson had put her in a really sticky situation, and she was pissed off. They had successfully driven a wedge in her life again from such a distance too!“Well?” Rhode asked her, his eyes firm and steady, assuring her that he would back her up no matter what path she chooses.“Speak up. We don't have all day!” Lord Fuhler interrupted her rudely, and before Megan could condition the atmosphere, Rhode was already out of his chair and had one hand around Fuhler's throat as he pinned him to one of the pillars that scattered around the council room , and Megan sighed.Stand down.She mindlinked Rhode, but judging from the stubborn tilt of his chin, he was not planning on standing down anytime soon. She could not blame him for finally losing his composure though. It was clearly what Fuhler was after, after all.Pressing his fingers deep into the struggling Fuhler's throat, Rhode tightene
The room instantly became quiet when the door swung open to reveal Megan standing at the entrance. She tried her best to appear brave and unafraid, but it was not an easy task.The disdainful eyes of Lord Fuhler bore down on her in supreme distaste and the cunning eyes of Lord Aldrien look at her from beneath his lashes. She noticed that Geoffrey was back and from the look on Rhode's face he was clearly not happy with it, and that made Megan furious as she vowed to get to the bottom of the problems she was seeing so clearly on the surface.“You summoned me, alpha?” She asked with a curtsy and Lord Aldrien snorted at the act as he stared at her with his beady eyes.“Oh look, her royal highness understands basic courtesy after all.” He exclaimed with a snide edge to his tone, and she could Rhode gripping his chair in anger.No! Wait! She commanded him with the mindlink and he looked at her speculatively before sighing and relaxing..“I'm sorry I barged in here last time.” She apologized
“So, you are getting married?” Rosetta asked with incredulity and Megan chuckled, yeah she could not blame her ladies for not believing their ears. A few days before she had made a whole ass deal out of getting married and now she was accepting it? She could tell they were confused. But she was never going to go back on her Decision.“Yes Rosetta, I already answered this.” Megan laughed in faux exasperating and Rosetta shook her head in amusement.“Well, my word. What do you think, Bri?” She asked the silent Brianna, and Megan turned as well. She was also interested, Brianna had been strangely quiet and she was really worried. She hoped it was nothing serious at all. But to her relief, Brianna gave a faux sigh.“Oh nothing, I was just jealous is all.” She finally confessed, and Megan exchanged amused looks with Rosetta before turning to give her attention to Brianna.“Well jealous of what?” She asked, and Brianna sighed, and nodded at the ring on her finger, causing Megan's eyes to wi
Moving stealthily, he gestured for Aspen to follow him and she did. They were both being careful of course. A single step on the wrong branch could alert the growling villagers that she was right there.Funny how she came to end a threat, but was instead now in a situation where she was actually in danger. She shook her head to remove the little moisture from her eyes. She could not afford to fall in fear now. She could do this. She would go home with her baby intact.“Keep up!” Rudolph snapped, his eyes already yellow, showing that he was already healing. And Aspen sighed in relief. She had no need for a weak wolf, ignoring the fact that she was the one to have put him in the position in the first place.“Alright, fine.” She snapped back, her back bent as she made sure she was concealed by the thick undergrowth of the forest.Together they traveled fast, and soon the woods around Aspen were a blur, and she turned her face to sniff the air. She could smell the smoke of the city. They
Aspen is famously known for her very special ability to make the worst of things. Now she did not do that on purpose, but for some reason it always happens. She was reckless, unthoughtful, and impulsive, and all those things in the worst ways.But as she backed away from these people with the strange eyes that gleamed with feral hunger, she knew that she had made the worst decision yet. Shrinking back, she tried to ignore the stares that Insisted on following her. The ones that cried that she did not belong there with her shiny and fancy clothes. She could see children, wild-eyed and hungry, baring their teeth at her as they let out growls made vicious by the fear of starvation. The public well to her left creaked as a small looking woman with darting eyes drew it open, before flexing a sympathetic yet annoyed gaze on Aspen, and she moved back, desperately searching for her carriage.It seemed her driver had slinked off and left Aspen to her fate, and the thought sent a bitter tast
For the umpteenth time, he imagined marching over to the kingdom of that weakling and stampeding on his throat, ripping out his teeth and claws, and breaking his legs..He was sure that if it ever came to it, he would take Richardson easily. The male had been timid when Rhode entered his Kingdom for the first time. When he had been introduced and stepped up to Richardson, he had realized his aura. He did it subtly, so that everyone in the room would not know what hit them, and for that brief moment where he studied Richardson, he could see the wolf king groan and bared his neck in a show of instant submission, and Rhode could not help the disdain that ran through him.But Megan had been perfect, she had stared straight at him beside her husband, her eyes flashing in warning, and even then he could understand them perfectly. Retreat. Her gaze told him, and he could not help the smile that covered his face after that. Lunas should not have the power to resist a fraction of an alpha's p
Due to the recent announcement and the recent self-consciousness she had developed about her person, Megan did all she could to avoid Rhode, and for a while it was working.She ate with the servants in the kitchen with the excuse of bonding and they adored her for it, proclaiming her the perfect Luna. She memorized Rhode's routine and perfected the art of avoiding him. She was on a roll, really.But that all changed when she bounced out of her bedroom, cradling her heavy stomach still carefully concealed with her heavy brocaded gown, and was suddenly accosted along the forest path by her lovely future husband. And Megan could not help the flush that colored her cheeks as he held her hands and his eyes glowed in triumph.“W_what are you doing?” Megan stammered as she glared up at him. Or at least she wanted to glare but she was intimidated by the animated purple eyes that stared back at her.“Megan!” He exclaimed with a small teasing smile.*So you are still alive! I had no idea!” He l
Aspen felt her world shifting. She had thought, for some reason, that he was only visible to her eyes on the unfortunate days he decided to grace her with his magnanimous presence: note the sarcasm. But she really had not thought that other people saw him. The idea came to her that morning, and despite the doubts, she had wanted to see if she was right at all, and it turned out that she was. Ah hell.“T_the camera! You know him!” She exclaimed triumphantly as she stared at the cook with a disturbing gleam in her eyes. She wanted to go to Richardson the next moment and demanded the head of the cook for being an accomplice in an elaborate conspiracy.“I don't know what you are thinking, young missy. But I do not know that man.” The cook quickly defended, as she stared at the grin on Aspen's face with maximum distrust. But Aspen could handle a little hate. She was not there to make friends after all.If the way to make this strange reporter silent was to silence this cook, then so be it.