The king had urged me to get ready and dress warmly, and I had done so, but I still didn't know where he was taking me, and he wouldn't speak to me about it. Some of the guests are still in the palace two days after the ball, while others have already left for their homes and countries. Anastasia just happened to be a part of the group that decided to extend their stay, and though we haven't crossed paths since the ball, knowing she was still around didn't make me feel comfortable. Pressing the button of the elevator, I got to the first floor and outside the palace, where the king was waiting, standing beside a car. He smiled when he saw me, pulling the car door open so that I could get in before getting in on the driver's side and driving out of the palace. "Where are we going?" I ask, curious as to where he is taking me. "It's a secret." "Can't you just tell me? I promise to act surprised," I whined, causing him to laugh. "How can you possibly act surprised when you alre
His lips pressed against mine. I didn't anticipate receiving a kiss with such an open ferocity. I felt his bulge press against me through the thick fabric of his pants as we kissed, letting me know exactly what he thought of the situation. He pulled me against him, his wet flesh brushing against mine. Orpheus's lips were firm against mine and had a fruity, sweet flavour. I was powerless to resist as his tongue flicked against the seam of my mouth, pleading with me to open for him. When his tongue inserted into my mouth, the kiss changed from an exploration to a luxurious conquest, and I let out a low moan. It brushed across my skin with assurance, assertiveness, and boldness. His every slur informed me what he would be like in a relationship and in bed. He would take charge of my physical being and induce a buzz of yearning. He would succeed if I gave him even a little encouragement. He didn't like to accept "no" as an answer. And at this time, I really didn't want to say no.
The gentle tracing of someone's fingers against my arms and shoulders was what woke me up; my eyes wandered around the fancy curtain, confused for a moment. The more I regained my senses, the more I became aware of the blue sheets that covered me, stopping above my breast and feeling light and delicate against my skin. I kept my focus on the curtain until I felt fingers moving up to my neck and back in a teasing manner, causing me to arch my body as I groaned out in protest. A gentle kiss was placed on my back, moving up to my shoulder blade, reminding me of my nakedness. I moved my body, trying to pull the duvet up even more, when a low groan filled my ear and a hand wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ayárun, you:" A tense shiver ran down my face when I heard Orpheus' husky morning voice. My mind is a little hazy, trying to comprehend what we did or didn’t do last night. After giving me my first ever orgasm, that was about it. We
"Damn, I'm so hungry. I can't believe we get to eat food like this." Josiane said. The three of us were in the guest room in the king's quarter, having our lunch. We took a seat on the couch with the TV sound blaring in the background and our order of pepperoni pizza and smoothies on the table in front of us. "So tell me, how are things between you and the king?" Josiane asked curiously, causing a smile to light up my face. It has been a week since our trip to the cabin, and things have been going great. The king and I have been making out a lot these past few days, not that I was complaining. "It's been great; I never expected things to turn out this good," I tell her sincerely. "Come on, give me something juicy. I can see the glow on your face; have you guys done the deed yet?" She asked, raising her eyebrows in a teasing manner. "Josiane," I looked at her, baffled as my face turned deep red. I looked over to the door, thankful that Kyros wasn't around to listen to our co
It was 5 p.m. in the evening, and still, there was no sight of Orpheus. It was just like the morning when I woke up to an empty bed with his side a little cold to show that he had been up for some time. I was moving around the palace since I had nothing to do, but at the same time, I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the king. I was going over to the kitchen when I bumped into a maid I was familiar with. She was one of the girls Josiane had been talking to during the night of the ball. "Hey, Micaela, it's been a while," she said, holding onto a tray with both her hands. "Hi Kelly," I greeted with a smile on my face. "I would really love to chat with you, but I need to take this to the king," she said, raising the tray up a little. She attempted to walk past me, but I stopped her by blocking her way. "Why don't I take it? You must have other things to do." I haven't seen him all day; excitement filled me up. It was like bubbles that had been building up in my stomach were now
I stared at the door, expecting Orpheus to return while still sobbing my heart out. Why!? Why did I act so childish, believing Anastasia instead of trusting the king? The more I remembered his pain-stricken face, the more tears fell from my eyes; if I had the power to go back just a few hours, I wouldn't have acted the way I did. My hands clenched onto my chest, my knees raised, and my head rested on them while still staring at the door. I wasn't sure how long I sat there waiting for the king to come back; I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, it was already bright outside, with the sun almost blinding me. I was not on the floor but instead on the bed with a duvet covering me, which meant that the king had returned back to the room, yet the side of the bed where he was supposed to sleep was empty and untouched, showing that he hadn't slept on the bed. Was he that pissed at me that he didn't want to be near me? I sighed, wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.
"Wait... what?" I asked, sitting up a little to stare at his face. "What do you mean you're leaving? Where are you going to, and when are you coming back?" “Relax, Ayárun, you," he says, running his hand through my hair. "What I meant to say was that I will be leaving for five days. I need to attend a treaty pact in Italy and will be back next week." "Do you have to go?" "It's important I go; if it wasn't, I wouldn't think twice about staying here with you. Snuggling together," he said, kissing me. Lifting me up so that I was straddling his hips. I released my lips from his when he started to sit up, both my arms on his shoulder blades. "When do you have to leave?" "This evening "Isn't that early?" I whined. "Can't you leave tomorrow instead?" "I can't, Micaela." He used his thumb to caress my face. "They are already expecting my arrival, and the quicker I leave, the quicker I get things done so that I can come back home to you." I pout, feeling sad that he was about
It's been three days since the king left, and I haven't quite left the seventh floor yet. I only wandered around the hallway since everything I needed was already here for me, so I didn't see the need to go downstairs. Most importantly, I wasn't in the mood for another feeble encounter with Anastasia or Saoirse, so I remained locked up in my room, spending the day bathing, eating, watching TV, and sleeping, repeating it again the next day. Just like the past two days, I was resting on the couch, watching my favourite soap opera, when I heard a knock on the door before it was pulled open and Neve stuck her head inside with a smile on her face. "Hi." "Hi." "I wanted to see if you were still breathing, seeing as you locked yourself indoors since Orpheus left," she says, walking in as she closes the door behind her. "I won't call it locking myself in; I don't have the need to go downstairs, that's all," I counter. "Ahhhh...my bad." She smirks, taking a seat beside me. "I gu
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
The feeling of a finger brushing through my hair had me groaning out in pleasure, loving the feel of it. I heard the sound of someone gigging, which had me pulling my eyes open, and I was welcomed with the sight of Micaela gazing down at me lovingly. "I'm surprised you woke up this early; it's still dark." My sleepy voice rang out, and this made the smile on her face stretch even more. "I got tired of sleeping, probably because I went to bed early yesterday." She smiled and kissed my lips. I pulled her closer, her head resting on my chest. "The sun isn't out yet, Ayárun uou, let's sleep some more," I said as I caressed her cheek; she pulled away to peck my lips before lying back on my chest. We stayed in each other's embrace, cuddling for some time till I fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was already 8:00 a.m. I kissed Micaela on her forehead and then slowly lifted up her head to place it on the pillow. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up for the d
I went into the library in search of a book to read; one I selected was a romance fantasy novel. I took a seat at the far end of the library, close to the window with the marvellous view of the garden. I started reading, getting lost in the world of fantasy, until I was disturbed by a knock on the door, and Josiane and Godiva came in with a tray in their hands. Because I was so immersed in what I was reading, I had totally forgotten it was lunchtime. I smiled at them, to which they returned as I dropped the book down. The two of them looked around the library, their eyes scanning every detail of it in awe. I stared at them amused; this was the first time they had entered the library, and I was sure they were stunned by the structure and the number of books in it. "This is so huge." Josiane gushed, with Godiva nodding in agreement with her. After spending almost five minutes admiring the view of the library, they finally got to where I was seated. "Hey, are you done being sw
As he kept kissing me as if I were his oxygen, Orpheus' fingers grasped my breast. He made firm, unrelenting movements. I was envious of everything he had to offer. Just what that was, I had no idea. I felt a tiny strand of anxiety slither through me as a result of that thinking. If I wasn't good, what then? What if I made a mistake? Was there a right way to go about it? Would it be painful? I had to take a breather because I was so nervous and had to withdraw my mouth away from his. He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. He placed me against his chest, my arms encircling his neck as he did so. I let out a small squeak of surprise. He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. As he placed me down on the mattress, I gave a slight squeak of surprise as he positioned me against his chest with my arms over his neck. He was just as kind and considerate as I had hoped he would be. But my nerves keep g