Dead concubine's dress

Everyone was immersed in the thoughts which did not match with each other. Danielle was dead scared for her own good which was related to her future days there at the castle. Whereas the alpha Cyrus was confused about her peculiar scent and the way her tears hurt him. It should not have occurred in any way if she was a normal she-wolf or a human. He could potentially sense that Danielle was neither of them and it made him curious.

However, now that he had her under his clutches and his room it was easy for the alpha to know her real identity. That was why Cyrus was not in a rush and needed Danielle to make herself at home. The alpha wanted her to get used to living there and abide by the rules of Belle Morte. Danielle still had to learn the basics of royal court and stuff since she would be accompanying him in the meet ups.

The next morning Danielle was whimpering in her bed, the red quilt had grown sweaty. A few lines creased over her forehead as she shifted her head to the other