MICAELA The following day served as another reminder that I had to clean the king's chamber. My legs are nearly failing me as I ascend the stairs to the seventh floor. I hurried to the storage area and grabbed my essentials. As I closed the bedroom door and entered the room, I was stopped in my tracks by a strong voice that filled me with horror. “I see you are back.” I dropped my cleaning materials as soon as I heard the sound, recognising the king's voice. I kept my head down to avoid having any contact with him as my anxiety mounted. Here I was once more, in the room with the king. The realisation of my predicament causes my eyes to get fuzzy. I was making the same mistake again after he was kind enough to let me go yesterday. It would undoubtedly require a miracle for me to be forgiven this time. “I’m so sorry, your majesty. I thought you would have been at breakfast.” I hastily replied as I stared directly into the most alluring blue eyes I have ever seen. My pulse
I hastened to the kitchen after lunch, tying aprons behind my back. Even though my schedule changed and I won't be working here, I didn't want to arrive late this evening. I didn't want to be punished—not after yesterday's incident. One of the maids in charge of serving the food had gone to rest during the lunch hour but ended up coming late for her duties. Madam Despina had called the guards, asking them to take her to the dungeon, and they dealt with her. They lathered her body with various marks after caning her. before raping her in succession. The last thing I wanted for myself was this. Opening the kitchen door to check if I had arrived on time, i breathed a sigh of relief as I positioned myself in front of the washbasin. I ignored the chefs' shouts, concentrating on the dishes I was cleaning, until I felt my hair being pulled violently and was carried from the kitchen while the maids looked at me pityingly. I put my hands on my hair in an attempt to ease the pain my sca
I stirred awake, blinking for a second due to the sun almost blinding me as I lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Yesterday’s incident played on my mind. What i wanted at this point was the numbness to fill me up. A groan left my lips as I shifted on the bed, trying to ease my pain. My cheek had been bruised and hurt. The agony was excruciating as I tried to sit up, but it was better than the bruise on my chest. My body was sweating, my breath was heated, and my head hurt. It was clear that I was getting the flu. My legs buckled as I got out of bed, nearly toppling over. My cheeks began to water; yesterday served as a reminder of the past. My last punishment or beating had been a long time ago. these served as a reminder that, despite my best efforts, trying to get out of situations like these. I would still get beaten because of something that was beyond my control. The bruising on my face was visible when I approached the small mirror I had gathered from Josiane. Dry bl
MICAELA With my heart pounding, I turned around once I was positive he had left the room. I continued with my work, ignoring the closet door opening as I faced away from the king. After doing my chores for an hour and a half, I was about to finish when I turned around and encountered a hard chest. As the scent of lavender and wood filled my nostrils, I moaned and rubbed my forehead with my hands. I looked down, finding the floor fascinating. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” His deep, raspy voice asked, closing the little gap between us, making it difficult for me to think as his sweet smell engulfed me. “I’m not avoiding you, your majesty,” I reply, with my head still cast down. “Really, then why won’t you look at me?” I said nothing, biting softly on my lips and just regretting it when I felt a sting, causing me to wince. “Lift your head up.” He commands softly. I shook my head, keeping my head down and refusing to look up at him. “I said to raise your head up.” This time,
ORPHEUS I got up from my throne, walking out of the room with Loukas beside me. “Your mother has requested to talk to you.” “Tell her I’m busy.” I muttered to him, walking over to the elevator. “You need to see her, Orpheus; she has been sending in a request to have an audience with you.” Loukas continues. And I sigh, glancing at him. “You are well aware of the reason for the unending request. Right now, I am not in the mood to sit through a long list of potential females to be mated to.” I tell him, getting into the elevator and pressing the seventh button. “You know she is just worried about you. It’s been years, and you still haven’t found your mate.” Loukas stated. “She scared you might end up alone, not having pups of your own and building your own family.” I rolled my eyes and kept my hands folded against my chest. I had long given up on finding a mate; it’s been years since my first mating ritual. The mating ritual was when the younger wolves, who recently turned
ORPHEUS It made sense that she was afraid of the beast, just as my people were. Especially when this fragile. I sighed, rubbing my hands against my face as I tried reaching out to her again. She kept pulling away from me, reversing position whenever I attempted to touch her, until her head struck the wall. Knowing that it is all in vain, I let out another sigh. She believed I wanted to harm her, which means she was going to keep moving away. I needed to let her know that I wouldn’t hurt and could never hurt her. Somehow, I meant every word, moving closer to touch her cheek, and as expected, she flinched. “I won’t hurt you, Micaela; I will never hurt you. Trust me.” I spoke to her as softly as possible. She studied me closely, trying to gauge how sincere I was in my words. She must have recognised something in them since she didn't flinch from my touch and instead relaxed a little. After picking her up from the floor, I left my room and went to the spare bedroom across the
Orpheus pov. For hours, I couldn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. This was not the first time I had trouble falling asleep, but this time, it was because of her rather than my nightmares. I was aware that she was two or three rooms away from me. Right from the beginning, I knew exactly why I was restless. Even though I knew there was a draw between us, it became evident now. My response to her suffering harm and Silver's protective behaviour towards her validated everything. She was my mate. It’s been years since I gave up finding a mate; I was sure the moon goddess was punishing me by not blessing me with a family of my own, and now I wasn’t sure what to think. This was going to cause an uproar, both for the wolves and humans. The last time a wolf had been mated to a human was centuries ago, before the war between my kind and the humans. I sighed, getting out of bed and absentmindedly walking out of the room to where she was. I tried for the past few weeks to vanqui
Micaela pov. Digging my head deep into the soft, comfortable pillow, I almost moan at how great it felt under my skin. This was the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life, but I know it had to end because I needed to wake up to reality and realize that I was still a slave, with work I had to attend. I yawned, stretching my hands and body the pain of yesterday gone completely. With the feeling of being re-energetic, I got down from the bed, immediately tiding up the bed and the room. I was about to make my way out to get my cleaning supplies when a note on the table caught my eye. Going over to where the table was, I picked it up. A small gold card with well-written, black-inked handwriting was placed on it. Thankfully, I was taught how to read, so I was able to know who the note was from and what it said. “You are free for the day; rest up.” A giddy feeling took over me; I wasn’t sure what to think about the mercy and kindness the king had shown me. This was the firs
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