LOGINLucero.With the way the servants were acting, she was sure he was the reason they were terrified.With the frown that seemed to be permanently carved on his face, he was the only reason the servants looked like they were walking on broken glass.Her smile disappeared. The good feeling in her heart dissipated. It looked like he had just arrived and was waiting for her because he raised his head and pinned her with an intense stare as soon as she came in.When he saw the look on her face, a smirk escaped that stone face. “It looks like you had the best night of your life.” He said. Anais raised an eyebrow at him. His smirk became wider.“You can sleep like this for the rest of your life. It all just depends on your answer.” He said and picked up his cutlery when she was already at the table. "Stupid tyrant." She muttered as she sat down on the seat the servants had pulled out for her. She decided not to reply to him.She stabbed a piece of fruit with unnecessary force. Just because
Someone far from you can't hurt you. It’s only those close to you that can hurt you. Betrayal stems from the shortcomings of someone close to us. Let’s just say that…that night…was the BEST night she had ever had in her life. Anais woke up early the next morning in a very strange position. Her hand was above her head, her legs were spread apart. She smacked her lips as she slowly opened her eyelids. Anais frowned and sat up immediately. She looked around and sighed in relief. No one was around. ‘Damn! That was a very unladylike sleeping position.’She thought. For a few seconds, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. The shirt on her shoulder slipped and fell. This little insignificant movement reminded her of the embarrassment she went through last night. Her face immediately heated up. She slapped both hands over her face and fell back on the bed, screaming in her head. "No." She buried her face in the pillow and rolled around a couple of times. She refused to think about it
Her lungs burned the more air she took in as she ran through the forest. Every step she took was a result of her unwavering willpower.Even if her skin had Ben scratched so badly by branches that they bleed. Even if the wound that had just begun to heal was torn open again. Even when her legs were about to give out.…she didn’t stop running.Because if she did. Then that would be the end of her existence.The cry of an angry wolf drew closer. From the corner of her eyes, she caught the moving figure of a brown wolf, leaping through trees like it were mere ground.Just as she turned her head, the wolf leapt towards her. She raised her hand to block her face when—Knock! knock!Anais shot up from the bed. She was drenched in sweat, her heart still beating from the adrenaline. She raised her hand to her face to see that they were trembling.It felt too real. She swore she could feel the pain.Anais swallowed and looked around the room. For a moment, she thought she was back in her room.
What did it mean? Was this some kind of painting that had a sad background story attached to it? The more she looked at it, the more it looked as if the girl in the painting hung her head in sadness. The artist had painted it with so much care that it immediately drew attention, and Anais found herself staring at it.Even if she knew this lady wasn’t real, she sighed in envy. This girl had everything she wanted; The golden hair. The graceful posture. The confidence.Everything about the girl seemed beautiful.Except the broken heart; the girl was the complete opposite of herself.A small sigh escaped her lips."I wish I looked like that." The words came out before she could stop them.After another moment, she reluctantly tore her eyes away from the great beauty on the wall. Anais began wandering around the room. The more she looked, the more she realized something. This wasn't a guest room as she had expected. It was being used. To be more precise, it was still in use. She ran he
“You should stay the night.” She heard his whisper. His voice was so soft that she almost didn’t catch what he said. Anais stared at the closed door with her lips slightly open. For a second, she couldn't believe what had just happened.Then the realization settled.He wanted her to stay the night, and so he had locked her in.Locked?As in, trapping her here until further notice? Her?The anger and sadness that had been simmering inside her all night finally boiled over. She raised her fist and banged the door. She used all her strength, causing the windows and cupboard to rattle, but the door didn’t budge.“Lucero! Lucero! You come back here and open the door this instant.” She yelled out, but what answered her was the sound of….An empty hall and retreating footsteps.This further enraged her. "Lucero, open this door! Who do you think you are?!" she shouted.He didn’t turn back. She didn’t even hear his footsteps any longer. That arrogant man had already left.Anais grabbed her
“I’ll make it known to everyone that you are mine. You don’t have to endure again. I’ll take you as my mate.”…Was the exact thing he had said to her. Well, according to the script, she should be in tears already. She should grab his hand, call him sweetly, and agree to whatever he proposes.Then he would take her into his arms, and he would squeeze her tight and take in as much of his scent as he could…Who didn’t want to mate with him? That was his plan.“No.” The word was like a resounding slap to the softness part of his face. There was a pause. He blinked once. Twice. For a moment, he stared at her. His face remained calm, but his mind had gone blank.Wah—No?No?She said NO? The more he thought about it, the more confused and alarmed he became. One of his eyes narrowed while the other twitched twice. This was definitely not how he thought things would go. He had imagined many things happening after he found her. He had imagined her being shocked. Nervous. Maybe even sus







