LOGIN“The goddess played a cruel joke on us.”That was the answer he finally gave and I could not ignore the sharp pang I felt in my chest.Unwanted memories came from that night and I could have sworn the Lewison I met that night was terribly different from the one standing beside me now.He had been so forthcoming. So kind. So… fun. But this version had the complexity and blankness of a stone.What happened to that stranger in the tavern that night? “And what about that night? Was that not a betrayal of your betrothed?” I interrogated him even further, trying to distract myself from thoughts I knew would do more harm than good.His jaw tightened.“I didn't betray anyone. She is not my mate. I have not marked her and I have no obligation to her as she has no obligation to me. She can bed anyone she wishes and so can I. The betrothal means nothing and you trying to convince me otherwise would be… unwise.”“Was that why you called me your wife?”“You should know better than to hang onto ev
I hadn't even spent a week here, and it was already clear that I was not only Lewison’s breeder, but also his mistress.His mistress!Lewison removed his hand from his betrothed and took a step back. “Anna, you knew that this would come eventually so why all this drama?”Anna. Her name was Anna.Lewison and Anna. Even their names sounded perfect together. Alpha Prince and Alpha Princess? Or would it be Alpha King and Alpha Queen? The hierarchy they used here hardly made any sense. Alphas, Alpha Princes, Pack Historians, Gammas… all these words just blended into one big pile of rubbish. And now I had to deal with Anna.She hadn't even spared me a glance yet, and I already felt like she hated me. Why wouldn't she? I was the mistress.Anna’s lips formed a pout as her eyes searched Lewison while Lewison just stood there as stone-faced as ever, watching her the way one might watch a problem that refused to solve itself.“I know that, but you haven't seen me in so long and it's only a mat
Frank Aubrey was quickly becoming the bane of my existence.My hands grabbed the sheets so fast one would think I had acquired some monster powers of my own.It was only when Lewison turned toward me that I remembered that I was still wearing his shirt and had nothing to cover up.Still, I wanted to remain like this. There was something about Frank Aubrey that made me feel exposed anytime he was near.Lewison looked away, his body appearing even more rigid than it was only moments ago. “I had no issues with the Feywin girl, Father. She is most agreeable.”Frank trudged forward as maids—both female and male, I hadn't even noticed coming in—cleaned up the little mess I made last night and prepared what I only assumed was a bath.His eyes lingered on me for a little too long before he finally spoke. “I’d take your word for it, my son.” He paused, then shifted his gaze to Lewison. “You are my heir, and I am sure that you would only do what is right.”There was a quiet tension that sizzled
There wasn't much sex last night. Or talking. Or anything that required Lewison to take a part of.When Lewison ignored me for an hour straight and went to bed without so much as glancing at me, I was forced to succumb to his madness.I did as he said.Sitting on the floor like a lost mutt, I ate the grapes until there were none left. I drank the wine until I could drink no more. And once I was done, I prayed to their goddess… whoever she was. But I didn't pray for a child. I prayed for Iris.With eyes shut and lips sealed, I prayed in my heart that these people's goddess would lead Iris back to me and that she would help me escape. There was a good chance that none of these prayers would land anywhere because she was the one who approved of this foolish pact in the first place.So, I prayed to my God instead.And when my eyes began to droop and my head fell to the side one too many times, I slept.I slept like I had never slept before since I arrived in this monster world and perhaps
My tour of the pack was cut short after Iris’s slip-up.Lewison took me up to my room in a silent trek where I was for once, not even bothered to speak. My mind refused to leave Iris’s words and the random guards stationed at almost every point made speaking impossible.Even when Lewison locked me in my room again, I didn't utter a word. All I could think about was when next I would see Iris. I was sure I could get more out of her if we just had a short time alone together.And anytime I saw my doorknob turn, I swear my heart leapt.But there was no Iris each time the door opened.First, it was a maid who had come to deliver my lunch.And then, it was even more maids who had come to prepare me to visit Lewison’s chambers.The preparation was less tense than that of my wedding and mating ritual but somehow this felt even deeper than any of those.I wasn't allowed to eat before seeing Lewison. Food would be provided for me in his chambers. That was what one of the maids told me at the
It appeared that I would have to accept that if I wasn’t paraded around as a Feywin, I would be gawked at as one.I arrived at the Aubrey dining table at a time I would argue was far too late for breakfast. Numerous pairs of eyes glued onto my form in what I would only consider was their idea of greeting me.Even the guards who I could only suppose were trained to act like statues unless there was some attack would not stop staring.Is this how everyone else felt when I would not stop staring?The dining hall was beautiful in the way a mausoleum is beautiful. It was cold, grand, and designed to remind you that you’re small and that death was always close.Vaulted ceilings hung above, supported by stone pillars carved to look like trees, their branches spreading across the ceiling in a canopy of grey. Tall windows lined one wall, letting in beams of morning light that only made the shadows deeper everywhere else.The table could have seated an army. Instead, five place settings huddled







