At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l
He had to pull himself back together; he couldn’t allow her to see his weakness. He straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her.“Why are you out of the garden in the first place, slave?” He asked, keeping his voice steady.She frowned; she almost appeared shocked at his sudden outburst.“I had to use the restroom,” she told him.She kept her voice low as to not alert the maids, which Marlon appreciated.“I heard how you spoke to your butler, and I hear how you speak to your own flesh and blood. If you can’t show them respect, how do you expect them to show you any respect in return?” She asked.Her forwardness was startling to him; he’s never had a slave speak to him in such an ill manner before.“Pardon?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.“They will never show you respect if you don’t show them respect. Same with anybody really,” she repeated calmly.“I don’t need them to respect me… I need to do what as I order,” Marlon told her, deepening his tone.She swallowed a
As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I’m thinking it’s something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war in the western part of the country. So, I haven’t had to have any strange encounters with him since my last one.“Slave?” A familiar voice said from not far from me.Wiping the vomit off my face, I saw
“What the fuck,” Marlon hissed as the vomit made its way down his body.Deonna stares at him terrified. Remembering their last encounter, Marlon’s heat was already rising, and now he had her vomit all over him. He felt disgusted, but then it felt as though his inner wolf was laughing at him. He knew she was in this closet the moment he walked by his son’s room and could smell her scent. He would know her scent from anywhere, especially because she’s been working in the rose garden for so long that she had a bit of a rosy smell to her, along with her musk and sweat.He barged into his son’s room and instantly went towards Deonna’s scent, which brought him to this closet. As he opened it, he could tell she wasn’t expecting him to be standing there. He wasn’t sure why she was in his son’s closet, but it was clear to him that they weren’t sleeping together. He didn’t smell Deonna’s scent on Bob.He ignored the angry jealous ping of his wolf howling in his stomach. He had to fight the urg
I began waking up from my fever-induced dream; confused about my whereabouts. The room was dimly lit by candle lights, and I was covered in a maroon comforter on top of a bed that began looking more familiar the more I woke up.I felt a cold compressed washcloth over my heated forehead, the cold water dripping down my features and soothing away the hotness the fever brought me. With each breath I took, I realized how badly my chest ached; I could feel my beating heart pressing against my chest, making each movement more painful than the last.A man stood at the end of the bed; he was a bit shorter and hardly had any hair. But the hair he did have I noticed to be a blonde shade. He wore a white trench coat with a blue blazer underneath and black pants. He wore glasses that nearly covered the entire top of his face; in his hands was a clipboard that he appeared to be reading some notes from it to Marlon who also stood nearby.Marlon looked concerned; his features turned down into an int
I woke up again in Marlon’s bed, the previous conversations were fuzzy in my mind, but I remembered Dr. Lovewitt confirming my pregnancy and then telling me that I was going to die within the next 6 months. Which I guess, in my case, was a good thing because I couldn’t have a nobleman’s child.Marlon had asked me why I didn’t tell him about my heart condition and the truth be told, I had no idea I had this condition. I knew during high-stress moments I would start to feel ill. Even during my time on the slave farm, my chest would often ache. I could practically feel my heart pressing against the inside of my chest, trying to escape through my skin. It always left me gasping for breath and crying out in agony. This would also get me in trouble with the guards because any sounds made that didn’t align with them speaking directly to us and asking for us to speak in return, was a strict violation of the rules.Regardless of the pain, we were in, we had to keep it inside.Even when I had t
“You’re pregnant?!” Alex asked, pacing the room frantically.He was throwing his arms in the air as he spoke. I could see the utter panic in his face as he continued to walk back and forth across the room.“You weren’t supposed to still be pregnant,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as he glanced over at me.Still? What did he mean by that? Looking at the confusion on my face, he rolled his eyes and stopped pacing so he could fully face me.“The test results from the other day were positive. I told Olivia to tell you it was negative, so you didn’t know. From there, I asked the landscaper to assault you again and make you lose the baby,” he told me, as though I should have already known this information.My mouth fell open.How could one person be so manipulative and dark like that? He asked the landscaper to assault me and make me lose the baby? For a while since residing at the manor, Alex seemed to be the more level-headed and kinder one. But he was the mastermind of pure evil. He di
There had to be about 200 different wolves at the dinner party. It was held in the ballroom of the Roessler manor. Anybody important would be at this dinner party; it was something Marlon hosted every few months.Back when his luna, Ashley, was alive, she used to live for these parties.The ballroom was set up with multiple round tables with white tablecloths and small round lanterns in the center. The walls of the ballroom were made of rustic deep-meadow wood with golden extracts placed between each plank of wood. He kept paintings on one side of the wall to act as an art exhibit: displaying only the most expensive and most known, yet rare, paintings in the country. On the far side of the ballroom was a large stage with a classical orchestra playing a soothing tune for the guests. A maroon carpet, with the family’s golden symbol stitched within it, went from the ballroom entrance to the dining tables.The ballroom began filling out with the expected guests; each one finding their pl