dayopamelerinの小説

Anara's povI sat up, holding my head in my hands. The headache was splitting enough to take my life. I noticed a figure at the far end of the room, and my confusion increased.Why was I in a well-furnished, magnificent room with a man fully clad in a guard uniform? The confusion suddenly changed into fear, and he held a pillow in front of me like it was going to protect me in case he started to come closer."Who are you, and what am I doing here?" I inquired in the calmest tone ever, not the tone I was aiming for.He began to walk closer at the sound of my voice, and my shaky hands pushed the pillow forward.He paused, and I lowered the pillow, still in the air but low enough for me to see him."Please remain calm; you were found unconscious and were rescued by the guards of the Virelith Pack and this room." He looked around, and so did I. The room was beautiful the most beautiful I had ever breathed in. It had white walls and soaring ceilings, and all the surfaces were polished with

KAELEN'S POVShe was staring at me; our hungry eyes were locked in some sort of staring contest as we stood at the opposite ends of this large bedroom.I smiled and bolted towards her the moment she did nothing but nod, like I was waiting for that signal. I scooped her up in bridal style, and soon we were on my kingsize bed.I gazed at her like she was important, but she was nothing but a mere substance of desire fulfilment.Soon she was under me, and my entiretywas thrust into her. Our bodies moved in sync as our lips followed the tempo of both our hearts. Despite how hot and beautiful she was, I found myself lacking energy, and it annoyed me because I couldn't get the pleasure I desired.She began to disgust me, and after hastily finishing, I kicked her aside."The full moon is approaching," Nyx warned. Nyx was my wolf, and I realised the reason for my lack of energy was that the full moon was approaching.Immediately I am overwhelmed by a sad feeling of unease; the bitterness of a

ANARA’s POV"Seraphis! Seraphis!" I called; my heart was throbbing, and I could hear it beat so loudly in my head.I couldn't afford to lose her; she wanted me to run away, but to where exactly? Where was I supposed to go? I have basically lived my life hidden, as a maid. I've barely seen the pack at large. Where was I supposed to run?"Seraphis, if you can hear me, I really need you," I called to her again. Tears started to fall freely as I said, huddled up on the cold floor. I hit my chest repeatedly, hoping thethrobbing pain would stop, but it didn't. I was just rejected by my mate, and now my only companion won't respond to me."Run Ana, you're in danger; leave the Nightveil pack!" This warning echoed and I sprang up, immediately wiping my tears and grabbing whatever tangible thing I owned and shoving it into a dusty old sack at the corner of the room. I owned absolutely nothing, so packing took less time than I predicted.My eyes welled with sadness and grief. I grabbed the bag

ANARA'S POVI blinked as I tried to process his words. What did he mean by me also being his mate. Did he have another? My eyes flickered to Lyra who was arranging her clothes. The man was also quickly zipping up his trousers. I felt my cheeks burn when I realized that they had been up to more than kissing.Lyra's eyes burned and flashed as she said, "The other maids are helping with preparations for the banquet, so what are you doing here?""Maid?" The man spluttered. "You mean,she's a maid?""Yes, she is. Look at her, Cassian. What else do you think she's good for?"Never had I wanted to reveal my identity as badly as I did then. I found myself actually opening my mouth to say something, to assure him that he was mistaken, that I was not a maid, that I was someone worthy to be called his mate.But then Lyra was looking daggers at me. Her look promised swift, merciless retribution if I so much as said a word to contradict her."I can't believe this." Cassian shook his head angrily,

ANARA’s POV"Hurry or we'll be late.""But the event doesn't even start in an hour." The second voice was breathless, panting.I scrambled to my feet and hurried over to the window just as the first voice said, "I can't wait to see the decorations in the pack""Who cares about the decorations? I can't wait to see Princess Lyra's dress for the occasion. I heard real diamonds were sewn into her”This was followed by a scream as the girl who had spoken first pointed at me."It's just her," she spat out.The look on the girl and her friend's faces were the same: disgust. I pictured how monstrous I was with my face pressed up against the glass of the single minuscule window in my room. The taller of the two girls took the other’s hand and they scurried off as if they were scared that if I gazed at them for too long, I would taint their fine clothes. I retreated and waited till I couldn't hear their feet step any more.I waited a couple of minutes more, to be sure that no one else was comin