A round table was set on which Rosalie, Ryker, and Helena sat. The maid set the plates. Rosalie watched as Ryker pulled his mother's plate near and sliced her meat into small pieces. Lost memories resurfaced. He used to do that for her too as he didn't want her fragile fingers to exert force. "How are you doing here, Rosalie?" Helena asked, gripping her attention."I am doing good..." she stated with a hesitant smile. She further added, "People here have started to accept me, I guess. I teach children in the morning and then attend meetings. In the evening I practice sword with Antonious."Ryker picked a piece of meat and fed it to his mother and after that, he put one in his mouth. Rosalie wasn't surprised. Helena was too weak to eat on her own. "Antonious?" Helena asked. "Yes, he is my guard. A very nice person," a scoff came from somewhere. Rosalie ignored it and went on admiring Antonious much to someone's annoyance. "He is a bloody traitor," Ryker piped in, glaring at Rosa
She took her position in the bed and he stood between her legs. This time it felt different. They both were restless; one to get it over with and another to do it without holding back. She had to be the most innocent picture of seduction. His fingers itched to savor the smoothness of her skin. He yearned to overindulge in her charm, longed to ride the seductive curve of her mouth. He pressed his cock at her entrance and pierced into her at a slow pace. She clenched the sheet. No matter how gentle he gets, his cock was too large to let her breath in peace. Everytime, it felt like she was being impaled with a rod. Soon, they started moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. The room echoed with wet noise as he sped up his pace. He leaned over her and stared at her face. Her lips were slightly parted as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes were shut, her long dark lashes kissing her skin. A stray lock lay across her face. His fingers itched to touch it. "Let me touch you," his voice hoarse
Rosalie had slowly started to adapt to the lifestyle of barbarians. As time passed, she also noticed barbarians’ lessening aversion towards her. Mostly it had to do with the reforms she brought into the clan. Even though begrudgingly, her opinions were heard and advice followed. Surprisingly, Ryker's disposition too had somewhat softened towards her. Just a little bit. Today she decided to stay home and spend her day with Helena. She waited for Ryker to leave and once he was gone, she entered his house with a big grin. She saw the maid cooking in the kitchen as she walked towards Helena’s room. Did he not eat? She wondered but shook the thought away quickly. The door creaked when she opened it. “Helena, are you awake?” she called softly as she entered the room. It was dark as usual. “Yes, I am. Take me outside, will you?” Helena asked her, lying in her bed. Rosalie nodded and helped her into the chair set beside her bed. Ryker had made this chair, especially for her. It had a sm
“Mother,” he interrupted their conversation. Helena turned to him but Rosalie stiffened. “I hate it when you come home covered in blood, boy?” Helena admonished.“It was Rogues, Mother. Today we hunted the woods and killed each one of them,” exhaustion laced his voice. “Now they won’t be able to hurt anyone,” he snuck a glance at Rosalie. Rosalie’s lips parted and her heartbeat quickened. She couldn’t help turning her head and looking at him. Ryker looked away quickly. He indeed was covered in blood and there were some bruises too. Claw marks, teeth marks, and wounds scattered all over his body. “I’ll go and have a bath,” he blurted out before walking off.“This boy worries me a lot,” Helena sighed. Rosalie looked at her but said nothing. Three plates were set on the table when Ryker returned after showering. His mouth watered at the sight of food. He was starving. He didn’t have breakfast or lunch as he was too busy combing through the woods in search of rogues. He sat down in
“I did it because he is planning against us. He is a traitor and this evidence confirms that” Riva produced a letter and held it up for everyone to see,” I found it in his house,” she stated. It was a letter from the Farang chief that commanded the man to leak important secrets of Akkanth to them. The man was a cleaner by profession and often had to visit the meeting room to clean where important were held. The accused in question was on his knees with his palms joined. He was trembling with fear while he continued to plead for mercy. “Someone has sent it to him,” she added. The man broke into sobs and cried behind his hands while shaking his head. Riva had burned his hut down after finding a doubtful letter from his place.Ryker observed the man, sensing something off. “Kill the traitor..kill the traitor,” the villagers began chanting. A look of horror seized the accused features. “I have a family, Hadar. I don’t know where this letter came from. I swore on Moon Goddess, I am
“She is lying, Ryker. How can you believe a traitor over me?” Riva argued, running after him. he had tears in her eyes as though she was indeed framed. Her voice sounded desperate. Ryker swiveled. His icy stare bored into her. “ If I found out that you are behind it all, Rival. I will not only take the title from you but also banish you from the clan. No selfish bitch will be the Luna of this clan,” he warned her through his clenched teeth. Riva paled. "I..I am not.." she was still in middle of speaking when he turned on his heels and left her alone with her fear. His words sank in and she couldn’t help but feel fear spiraling up her spine like a barbed wire. She had sacrificed a lot to come this far.She was doomed. She can't let the title slip away from her fingers. She just cannot. ……….The day was tiresome and she was happy it was finally over. Today she had invited Helena over for dinner at her small place. It broke her heart to know that the wom
After admiring her for a moment, he turned towards the lake. "How is it like being a queen?" he asked casually. She didn't answer him immediately. She reflected on his question and pondered over it. Being a queen is more of a responsibility than a privilege. It brought her power, status, and respect no doubt. She was widely admired and immensely loved. People worshipped her like a Goddess and her words were nothing less than a verdict. There was no denying that she felt special, powerful but underneath it all, there lay an undying emptiness. "Lonely," she admitted. There was no one she could share her vulnerabilities with. She would rather be an ordinary woman who has someone to call her own than be a ruler who is all alone in the world. Ryker smiled knowingly. His experience wasn't different from hers. He looked up at the sky. The moon was lonely too. "You must be used to it now," he remarked. She glanced over at him. Tough and rugged, wild hair open and blowing in the wind
“You know why I did what I did? I need you. You are my mate. You have to help me,” she said in a coaxing tone. “Now you remember that I am your mate? You didn’t seem to care all those years ago?” he spat out“I did..I always did. I was waiting for the right time,” she took a step toward him.“After everything was settled I was going to come back to you. I am yours and you are mine,” she made a show of getting naked in one pull. The robe fell to the ground leaving her stark naked. The man’s pupil dilated with lust. She stepped forward and brought his hand to her perky breasts. “Take me,” she encouraged him in a seductive tone. He pulled her closer by her waist and looked intensely into her eyes. “What if you betrayed me again?” he queried. “I will never betray you. Together we will rule these fuckers,” she brushed his curled hair from his forehead. The man drew closer and sealed their lips together. …..Minutes turned into hours but they stayed put. “Why did you not tel