I sat on my throne-like chair, the room covered in darkness as I waited. My fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, my eyes fixed on the door. The beast inside me was already eager to tear into something. I might be cold and ruthless, but what I can't take is someone messing with what's mine. The image of Emilia lying lifeless in that bed burned in my head and it made me mad. It doesn't matter what type of voodoo brought her back but that woman shouldn't have done that in the first place. And I'm going to show her just what I do to people like her. The smell of fear was thick in the air even before she stepped into the room. It was disgusting and pathetic. The doors pushed open and a slender figure walked in. Nothing like Emilia. Goddess, the thought of her made my pants tighten. I've imagined how well she'd take me, not like these skinny little dolls that break with just one thrust. The woman walked in, her steps slow and measured, like she was counting the time she had
Maximus. I haven't heard anyone say my name out loud since my mother died. I should have been mad. This woman has done nothing but get on my nerves—challenge me. Not even my Beta can take up my name on his lips. But this woman, she has done several things that others would have been dead if they tried. The only thing stopping me from killing her was because I knew she was special and there was this fire in her I haven't seen in any woman. It wasn't false bravery like the other women. It was like she had nothing to lose so she might as well face me head on. “You're playing with fire Emilia," "I've been burnt before, it's nothing,” she said, eyes staring straight into mine. "Burnt and came out unscratched and called it luck.” I said and something flashed in her eyes but it was gone before I could make out what it was. “Stop interrogating me, my life is none of your business," she spat in irritation. “It is, have you forgotten your father gave you to me…willingly?” I said an
I died, I really did die. I had thought maybe I could live my life beyond all these, but I guess it was in my destiny to come to this world and die. Just like that. My ears were ringing and strange voices filled my ears. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry so I closed them back. The voices won't go away. I tried once more to open my eyes and was greeted with the harsh ray of light. I brought my hand to cover my eyes but then the memories all came rushing by. The blondie. The stabbing. The blood. I opened my eyes fully and sat up like someone who came out of water to get air. That's when I saw him. “Am I in hell?" I asked as my eyes met cold ones. "You're finally awake,” another voice said from the corner of the room and I turned to see the King's Beta, leaning against the wall with his hands folded as he watched me. Goddess, I really was in hell. Why am I seeing these two? “Go get the doctor,” the king commanded. His beta nodded, but then he gave me a look I didn't
I had to think. I had to think fast. Because trust me when I say I didn't want anything to do with that cursed King. Three days. I had three days before he summoned me again. I had to study this palace, I needed to know what route would be easier for me to make my escape. I tried escaping once and I can do it again. And this time I don't care if the goddess comes down herself, I'm not stopping. I bit my nails nervously as I thought of all the worst scenarios. I could get caught. I could get killed. But fuck it. I'm leaving this place. I'm not going to be a sacrifice for anyone. I climbed out of my bed and was about to make my way to the door when someone suddenly blocked me. It was the blondie again. I really don't know what her problem was with me. But I didn't have time for this. “Get out of my way," I spat impatiently, but she didn't move. “Are you on your way to beg the King to touch you," she said mockingly and I couldn't help but scrunch my nose in disgust. “You know
I should have killed her, nobody dares talk to me like that and live, but that woman—that woman looked me in the eyes and told me ‘no’. No one has ever raised a hand on me, not even my father when he was alive. Yet she slapped me. Hard. The sting didn’t matter. It was the look in her eyes that set me ablaze. Fire—unfiltered, rebellious fire. Not fear. Not submission. Not the broken obedience I’d been used to. No. This one had claws, and she wasn’t afraid to use them—even when she was backed into a corner with no weapon and no way out. She wasn’t like the others. She was chaos bottled up in the perfect frame of a wolf girl who had no idea just how dangerous I was. And it infuriated me. I stood in the closet, leaning both palms against the wall, breathing through clenched teeth. My lip still tingled from the slap—sharp and swift like a dagger to my pride. I tasted blood. Let it settle on my tongue like a promise. She would pay for that. But not with pain. Not with bruises or c
“No," I repeated as I took a step towards him. “You can take your offer and shove it up your ass where the sun doesn't shine." I didn't see it coming but the next thing I know, my back hit the wall and he wrapped his hand tightly around my neck. "Patience…” He snapped as he glared at me. …"Patience is something I don't have. This is the nicest I've been in my life to anyone and you dare turn me down?!" I clawed at his hand for him to let me go but he only released his hold on my neck but didn't let go. “You're a monster." I choked out, as I shot him a hard look of my own. I didn't care that to him I looked like a scared kitten. “Am I?" He whispered. “Then why aren't you dead yet?" He released my neck, turning his back to me and suddenly the atmosphere became even more thick with tension. So thick it could be cut with a knife. "I'm not going to be your toy.” I whispered as I rubbed my neck. “I gave you a choice…” he turned to look at me. "But not anymore. You're going to