I stared at Anastasia's retreating figure, watching her make her way out of the ballroom, swaying her hips and flipping her hair. She got to the door, turning back to glance at me and smiling slyly before making her way out of the room. The conversation carried on. Whispers filled the room while I stood in my spot, staring at the door. Little by little, the ballroom began to empty as they made their way out; there was no one left but Orpheus, Loukas, Neve, Josiane, Godiva, Omelia, and me. The three elders left with the people, as they had to prepare for tonight and make arrangements for the thing they needed. But right now, I didn't care. So many thoughts were clouding my mind as I tried to think of a way to win. I knew Neve had taught me some self-defence and how to throw a punch, but that wasn't going to be enough to fight Anastasia. She wasn't just any regular wolf; I was well aware of that. Her father, being an alpha, makes her the next alpha. With the alpha blood in her, she
Orpheus led us in the direction of the ballroom, with me clenching tightly on his arm. We walked into the room, and immediately all eyes were on us; it was dead silent. Putting on a bold face, I held my head high, trying not to look intimidated by their eyes on us. They cleared the way, forming a path for us to pass before falling to their knees, heads bowed down. Taking another deep breath, Orpheus and I made our way up to the front of the ballroom, where Loukas, Neve, and Omelia, Orpheus's mother, stood. "Rise!" Orpheus's voice boomed with power across the room, and the people obeyed instantly, rising to their feet. Conversation began flowing around the room as people chatted amongst themselves; this was the moment I wished I had super hearing, because then I would be able to know what they were saying and their thoughts about it. Though I doubt knowing what they thought about me would do any good, at least I would know how they felt about me. My eyes scanned the room, not sure
It was already morning due to the brightness of the sun on my face. I stretched my hand to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. I gave out a little lazy yawn and finally opened my eyes, making no attempt to get out of bed. I rolled over to the other side, away from the sun, and my body curled up like a foetus. I puffed out a breath, trying not to think about today and clouding my mind with random things like how well structured the wall of the room was. After spending five minutes lying in the same position on the bed, I groggily got up, making my way out of the room in search of Orpheus. The faint sound of cutlery hitting each other had me moving towards the direction of the kitchen, and I pushed the door open to find Orpheus standing in front of the stove. He turns to gaze at me, giving me a smile, which I returned with a weak one, before walking over to the stool and taking a seat. I know he was probably trying to act indifferent and not bring up what was bound to
I felt void; what was I supposed to do? How can I possibly fight someone who is like them when they are stronger and have more advantages than I do? I had no superpower or strength to help back me up, and I am not good at fighting. I was clearly doomed. "We should take our leave now, your majesty," Tyrone said, and the three of them got up to their feet, bowing their heads at their king before setting out of the throne room. Orpheus turns to look at me, his eyes filled with worry when he sees how nervous and scared I am. He slouched down beside me, cupping my cheek. "There is no way I won't get challenged right." "Micaela" "I'm sure there are a lot of female wolves who want my place." I asked. "We can't be certain yet." "Tell me the truth, Orpheus; you don't need to sugarcoat it. If you weren't so certain, you wouldn't be this worried." He sighs, bending his head for a second before lifting it up to look at me. "Yes." He answers. "There is a high chance that you wou
I woke up with a finger drawing circles on my back, and I sighed in pleasure, snuggling closer to the body beside me. "Are you." I hummed, my eyes still closed, when I heard Orpheus's morning voice call out his endearment for me. "We need to get out of bed, seeing as it's already fifteen minutes past nine," he said calmly, his finger still leaving thrilling sensations on my back. I hummed again, still not opening my eyes, and felt my body being piled on the bed with him hovering over me. A soft pair of lips touched mine, causing me to open my lips more and kiss him back. My hand subconsciously moved over his bare chest to his neck, holding him close, when my eyes peeled open, and I pushed him away in shock. Orpheus looked as shocked as I was; his brows were raised. "Morning breath," I mumbled over my hand that was on my mouth, and his head bobbed backwards as he laughed. "Hey, stop laughing," I whined, giving him a playful glare. "Aren't you adorable?" He gushed, pinching
Orpheus spun me around so that I was facing him; his hand rested on my chin, lifting my head up, then using his thumb to wipe the tears from my face. "I don't care about all those things, and you shouldn't either. You are mine, Micaela, my queen, and if tomorrow doesn't turn out the way we planned, I'm not going to give up until I mark you as mine. Even if it means searching for every last old wolf. So never degrade yourself; the moon goddess blessed me with you, knowing there was no one more fit to rule by my side than you." His voice was calm and relaxing. His thumb caresses my cheek, moving closer to my lips, brushing his finger through it, and he begins to lean down, making me follow suit, lifting up my toe till my lips meet his. The kiss was gentle and soft; there was no urgency in it. The both of us took our time exploring each other. My hands found themselves grabbing onto his shirt, and my lips moved in sync with his. Orpheus lifts me up from the floor, his lips still
It's been a day since the incident with Godiva, and I, Josiane, and I still haven't seen her yet. She was avoiding us as well as Kryos and wouldn't talk to any of us even when we tried, so we decided to let her be for now. Right now, I was getting dressed for dinner with Neve and Loukas. Neve had invited us over to her place for a little bonding time, so I was dressed in casual/semi-formal wear. A simple white gown that stopped at my knee, even though it was not fancy, made me look sophisticated and graceful. Pairing it up with a pair of dazzling earrings and black heels, my makeup was minimal, consisting of mascara and strawberry lip gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked nice. I walked out of my room and found Orpheus in the hallway, wearing his watch. He was dressed in a black shirt with two buttons undone, paired with black pants. Even though he was dressed so casually, he still looked so hot. His eyes darkened as he took in every single detail of my appear
It was 6 p.m. in the evening, and Orpheus wasn't back from his usual kingly duties, while I was literally losing all sense of reason, being bored out of my mind, and having nothing to do since I wasn't allowed to work. Another maid had been assigned to Orpheus, but not as his personal maid; she was to clean and tidy up the floor, which was probably the same thing I was doing before. I still haven't met her yet; somehow, despite being up here not doing anything, we still haven't crossed paths. I don't know how she does it, but she was definitely doing a better job at keeping herself hidden than I ever did. "I need food," I groaned, lying on my back as I stared at the ceiling. "I'm not surprised; you have been eating a lot lately." Godiva says, I take a seat on the couch beside me. We were both done watching a movie and were waiting for Josie to arrive with our food. "I can't help it; I'm a growing woman; I need me some food." We both laughed, staring at the ceiling as if the
I walked into the throne room with Loukas and the council of elders already there, waiting. They were two men and a woman; the woman happens to be the oldest in the group. They all got to their feet when they saw me, bowing their heads and waiting for me to sit down before having theirs. "Your Majesty," The woman greeted me first; despite her age, she looked not a day older than fifty. "I'm Claris, and it is an honour to be in your midst, your majesty." "I'm Davon." "And I'm Tyrone." Both men introduce themselves at the same time, the three of them giving me yet another bow. I nodded curtly, acknowledging their greeting. "It's an honour to be in your midst as well." I responded, and the three of them smiled. "Before we get started, why don't we have breakfast first? I'm sure with all the rushing to get here on time, you all must not have had the chance to have a proper morning meal." "That would be nice, your majesty," Davon said. "It will be a great pleasure to dine wi