As this something stirs, I can feel the most excruciating pain in my life come back to haunt me. My bones are breaking, shrinking smaller. My skin is splitting, my fur falling away as human skin takes the place of it. My wolf howl is cut off asmy fangs are back to human teeth and human lips form a human scream rather than a howl.And here I am, standing naked as day before my wife and my warriors. My shoulders heave up and down—that whole process was physically exhausting. "C-Ces—" I don't even give her time to finish.In one step I am by her side, clutching her frail body to mine, burying my nose into the collar of her neck. And she's hugging me back. "I almost lost you," I sob into her shoulder. The memories of the knife to her neck, the whip stripping the porcelain skin from her back."And I almost lost you," she sobs right back to me. "I didn't know if you could ever change back." She pulls away to look at me. I'm naked and not having seen my body in weeks makes a faint blush
My horse huffs loudly beneath me. I smooth a hand along her smooth, warm neck and scratch behind her ear. "Good girl. Keep going. Only a little more to go…right?" I look up at Cesar, who has turned back around. His long animal skin cloak hangs down over the sides of his great black steed and blows in the wind.I remember some of the surroundings around me but not all of them. I remember when I'd rode off into the forest on this very same horse and saw the barbarians massacring a nearby village in a raid. We're close to him.My mouth doesn't seem to want to shut as I ask a question that renders my husband into a shocked state. "Why do you raid if you know that it causes problems with other lands? Is it greed?"After a few moments of stunned silence, my husband finally lets out a growl. "Greed," he whispers. "My people have had long histories with the surrounding kingdoms. Centuries ago, Stauckana was no more than a small tribe in the south that had a castle the size of a nobleman's hou
CESAR'S POVMy heavy footfall rouses the men at peace in this castle but I do not care. I am on a mission and that is to find my cousin. My cousin that has betrayed me, and the whore that had tried to kill the only light I had left in this wretched world. The one I loved with all my heart and soul.The faster I walk, the closer I near to the dark corridor in which my cousin's bedroom lies. My hair whips around my face as I come to stand in front of his door. I know he's inside. I can hear that whore moaning his name. And like the fool he is, he never locks his door.I bust down the door without even turning the knob, bursting into his room. She's sitting on his cock, thrusting up and down on him. Dirty. That's all I can think about."Bastard!" I scream loudly, grabbing Ivona by the hair and yanking him off of his weeping cock and throwing her onto the floor.He's more stunned than angry that I'd walked on him. He shouts and stands up, not caring to hide his male genitalia from my eyes
Dances With Wolves, the mighty king of the southern wild, slayer of men, thief far and wide…would never give up on me. So why should I choose to give up on him? It's not fair.I splay my palm against his chest and sigh. "Please," I murmur. "Don't leave me like this. Wake up. Open youreyes.Yoi are not King but a coward. You are not a King because you can't stand by your words"Cesar's chest rises and falls slowly—too slowly. Hisheartbeat is so faint that I can barely even hear it. Maybe they're right. Maybe he really is going to die.Tears fall from my eyes as I collapse over his chest, burying my hands in his hair. "It's not fair!" I cry out. "You promised me! You promised me you wouldn't leave!"I don't think I've ever reached such a low point. My lover has left me, I'm pregnant, and the kingdom is slowly falling to ruin. I should have never let him leave. What a fool I am. I lift my head up and stare at his beautiful face. His eyes are shut and he seems lifeless. I run my fingers
"What do you have to say for yourself?" I ask her. The cold chambers of the dungeons are unsettling but I wouldn't have it any other way for the prisoners. I hold up the torch to peer at her through the bars.She's curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering and sobbing quietly. I glare at her, but I laugh at her pain. "So… how does it feel? Alone and powerless.""Fuck you," she manages to spit out at me through her hiccupping sobs. "I hate you. You're barbaric.""Well," I set the torch on the wall before curling my fingers around the bars of the dungeon cell. I give her a sinister smile. "I suppose I am barbaric. After all, I am the king of the barbarians."She sobs even louder because she knows that her beloved prince, my cousin brother, is gone now that I'd killed him. All chances that she had were completely wiped off of the board now that my cousin was permanently six feet under the earth."I wish you died," she wails. "It's not fair. You stole Red Fox's throne. It was his des
She hands me a small mirror and I hold it up, looking at my hair. It's intricately braided, and wisps of my glossy chestnut curls hang out around my face. "I love it as well," I say with a small chuckle. "You should be named my personalbraider," I joke."Well," Evalyn says. "Anything's better than being a whore."She meant it as a joke, but I hear what she's saying. When I first came here, the men were so disrespectful towards me.Even though I no longer have to endure that kind of humiliation, my friends still have to."Once this war is resolved, I'm going to talk to Cesar about the harem," I say to her. Evalyn just laughs her tinkling laughter."And say what? Cesar, before he met you, was a lover of whores. He'd fuck every night. He took pride in his harem, holding beauties from far and wide." Evalyn tells me.This upsets me. "But to put you all on display for the eyes of cunt-hungry men…do you not find it shaming?""Of course I do," the pixie replies. "But think of Cesar will thin
Cesar comes into the throne room after me, standing with his hands on his hips and looking at our thrones. "You have been in here for quite the long time," he whispers with a little quirk of his lips."Well, your son is quite captivated by it. Especially your throne," I comment, stroking Wolf Claw's soft black hair."Tell him he cannot have my throne quite yet," Cesar chuckles. "He has much to learn from his father."I smile at him. He says those words with such pride. "Would you like to hold him?" I ask. Cesar hasn't held our son since his birth. He turns to face me, looking down at the small child resting in my arms.I hand Wolf Claw up to Cesar. My husband looks completely shocked at how truly tiny our child is. Such a large, muscular beast of a man holding a sweet little baby is a sight to see. A weakness is Wolf Claw to Dances With Wolves.I walk behind him, my head coming up to the middle of his back. I kiss his scars, skirting my fingers across his hot, smooth skin. He turns hi
"I'd stay with you in that position forever if we could, but we've got a shagali to host. We cannot keep our guests waiting for too much longer."So he sits on the bed, a sweaty, beautiful, muscular beast of a man and watches me dress. He licks his lips like an animal eyeing up his prey. I only laugh at him and continue to pin my silks in place.I bite one of the pins in my mouth and try to pin my top cloth to the bottom one but I'm not having much luck. I don't even have to ask him to help me because he's already by my side. He pins the silks in place, skirting his warm fingers across my skin.I pin up my curls into a thick twist and place my crystal crown overtop of my head. Cesar smiles at me. He then kisses the scar running across my back. "If you say this scar is part of you, then I will love every part of you."He makes me glow with every word he says. My blush spreads from my cheeks all the way up to the very tips of my ears. He gets dressed beside me, slipping on his red silk