All Chapters of Betrothed To The Rogue King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As the clock was getting closer to 12 I could feel the muscle spasms getting worse and my blood was suddenly boiling. I have been told that this was going to be a painful process especially since my body was still young and developing. "Argh!" I grunted, ripping my arm with the fingers on the other one.They said that the pain would only last the first time and then shifting it into my wolf would be a natural thing that I could do in the flick of a finger. And then when the clock finally hit 12 I fell down on my knees on all fours, and began to rub my head, tipped over to the roof and pointed at the moon one after the other. They began to fall after me and they were all lifting their heads and growling towards the moon. Bones around me snapping as if they were merely broomsticks under somebody's pressing fingers as I was struggling to do it and I bumped into somebody while my legs staggered. The hall and the faces around us began to spin until they melted into each other as i

My sister suddenly started to laugh and I became more scared and worried going back on the bed. Then when she saw I was backing away she suddenly reached for my hand and grabbed it with her fingers. "Where are you going? It was just a joke!" I slapped her weakly across her shoulder."Becky, that wasn't funny at all, you really scared me!" I couldn't believe that I had thought my own sister would curse me. That would be completely heartless and Becky wasn't like that. But soon she was right about one thing.I began to understand how her life was, suddenly I was made to do all the chores in the house till the point that I would almost drop. My parents never talked about last night with me. It was almost as if they wanted to pretend that night didn't happen. However it was not for everyone else it didn't matter where I went to, there was always somebody that was talking about that night, and the moment they saw me they would either shiver away in fear or some would stare at me

I opened my eyes slowly, unsure where I was or what I was doing there exactly. The room was brightly lit, and there was a woman at the foot of the bed seemingly arranging something in a little blue box. My sensitive nose picked up the scent of disinfectant immediately, and it nauseated me. "Where am I?" I croaked, surprised at my voice and wondering if the curse that changed my hair and turned me into an outcast overnight, had also managed to turn me completely into a toad with a croaky voice to match. "Oh, you are finally awake!" The young woman squealed when she saw that my eyes were open, eliciting a weird stare from me because how could anyone be so happy that I opened my eyes, when I wished that I would never ever open them up or be alive again. She ran out of the room apparently to go get the doctor or something. While she was away, I managed to sit up on the firm clean mattress, and sit weakly, looking at my body and feeling tears well up in my eyes again. How could my fa

I was surprised when the nurse woke me up. She was always very kind to me, but kept her distance at the same time. I was still cursed after all, and an abomination to wolves everywhere in the world. I was surprised by the fact that she was removing me from the drip that I was still on, and bandaging up the parts of my body that needed to be covered. I laid there quietly and let her do what she was doing even though I did not understand anything. The doctor had told me just last night that I was going to be discharged after three more days of careful observation, so to have her suddenly remove me from the drip and everything else was a surprise to me. But I trusted the hospital, soI just trusted the process. "Please get dressed, Miss." She said politely, handing me some clothes. I stared at her in shock, not reaching out for the clothes, so she left them on the chair in the room. Before I could find my voice enough to form a coherent sentence, she had picked up her equipment and hu

When I got to the study, there he was, sitting behind his desk, sipping tea, with a stack of papers and documents in front of him, writing notes in his big notebook that was laid down flat on the top of the stack."How do I deserve this?" I asked desperately, setting my emotions free, stopping myself from running into his arms. Absence indeed had made my heart grow fonder. Ethan looked up at me with soulful eyes and a look that I remember from when he had taken me from the hospital. He stood up slowly, and walked even slower over to where I stood at the door. By the time he stood directly in front of me so that I had to look up at his tall frame to see his face, I was panting from exhaustion. "How have you been, little one?" The Rogue King asked kindly, and I felt a sudden and inexplicable urge to slap him hard across the face. I was his prisoner, not his love interest, so why was he looking down at my lips like that. I backed away from him. I noticed the look of hurt or something