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I opened my eyes and jerked up with a start, a loud gasp escaping my lips as I did. Hot sweat trickled down my forehead and my fingers grasped the blanket tightly around me. I was going to pull it away when I realized I was naked underneath. The room was dimly lit, and the door slightly ajar. I heard whispering but it was hard to make out any real words.I was in Prince Draven’s room, but the last thing I remember was fleeing his house when I saw him having sex with Heather. I remember the headache, Mena forcing herself out, and that’s it. How did I end up naked in Prince Draven’s bed?I heard the door close slowly and in comes Prince Draven. I clutched the blanket tighter to my chest even though I was sweating.“What happened?” I asked him, my voice coming out as a whisper. He didn’t respond, but rather lowered himself to the bed next to me while I moved away from him. Still, I could not shake off the effect his proximity had on me. My mind wandered to the scene I witnessed with him
“Esme,” I stifled a sob when I heard a familiar female voice, wiping my cheeks as I did but she’d already heard me crying. She pulled the blanket away from my face and sighed, looking worried. “What did he do?” she spoke softly with a voice full of concern.I shook my head and sat up slowly but froze when Scarlett unexpectedly pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t realize how much I needed it till she did. Aila was the only one who ever hugged me at Silver Moon, so it wasn’t something I was used to. To the others, I was just a filthy piece of shit. I wrapped my arms around her for a minute until I started to feel better, and when I pulled away, she still looked worried.“Esme,” she paused, studying my face “I know it’s not going to be easy being mated to a man like Draven. He doesn’t know how to love,” she picked her words carefully as she spoke, and I got the feeling that she wanted to say a whole lot more, but she was holding back “But whatever he said to you to make you like this, he di
After eating and taking a bath, I made up my mind to apologize to lady Abigail, but turned out Draven had other plans for me. “Where are we going?” I asked Smythe on our ride to Moon goddess knows where. I wish he’d just left me in the house with Scarlett, but Draven instructed him to fetch me and as he took another turn to the left, far away from the castle to deserted land, I started to get worried. Draven had told me clearly that he wasn’t going to hit me and that he could punish me many other ways, but he’d wanted to torture me the night I came to the Lycaon place, and how can I forget his threat about what he’d do to me if I messed this up? What other evils had I said in my subconscious? What did I tell him? And how did I know about Abigail’s missing child? I was possessed. Not mad. I initially thought that voice in my head was the early signs of madness, but maybe I was possessed by an evil spirit, and Prince Draven sensed it. Smythe stopped at an open field and I was scared w
Heather cracked her knuckles noisily, glaring at me as she did. I moved one step back when she started stalking towards me, and then she broke into a run, throwing her fists into my face as soon as she was close enough. Her fists landed on my left eye and I staggered back, clutching my hurting eye as darkness temporarily clouded my vision.Was this a set up? Did Draven bring his mistress here to beat me up because he couldn’t do so himself? There were other female warriors that could train me but he chose Heather to do so, and her harsh glare didn’t look like someone who had the intentions of training me. It looked like she wanted to kill me.I staggered as I tried to regain my balance “I wasn’t ready,”“That’s no excuse, you have to be ready every time,” she hissed. I was going to respond, but she lounged at me again, kicking me in my stomach and before I could recover, her fists collided with my jaw, sending me flying in the air. My back hit the floor and I groaned rolling over on m
When I got back to Prince Draven’s suite over an hour later, I spent a long time in the shower reminiscing on what happened and crying my eyes out. I felt terrible all over. My wounds were starting to heal but I wasn’t hurting because of them. I hate my life. I have blamed my parents for what they did to put me in this situation for too long but maybe it’s time I blamed myself more. My father never wanted me and he was right not to want me. It’s like he knew I was a curse, he knew that nothing good will come out of my existence. Here I am, a pathetic looser, one who does not deserve to be alive or in the Lycaon place, sleeping in the Prince’s bed. I’m good for nothing and I should have told him that when he brought up this ridiculous idea to pretend as his mate. I haven’t been formally announced as his mate and look at what I have to deal with. Heather was a better match for him. Why didn’t he just marry her and make her his bride? She had it all, the looks, the strength, the respec
“You need to stop. I think you’ve had enough,” Scarlett warned, but I laughed and waved it off, gulping down another glass of wine at a go. That last cup took me from tipsy to drunk.I have never been drunk in my entire life. The only time I ever took alcohol, Aila had made sure I didn’t take so much. I’d been tipsy but not drunk. I remember the events of that day all too well and how much work I had to do the next day when one of the beta’s daughters at Silver Moon reported us to Zella. It was my eighteenth birthday, but Zella didn’t care about any of that. I was given two times as much work as I normally did but I made sure not to tell Aila about it, or else she’ll blame herself and have one of her usual fallouts with Zella because of me. “I’m fine,” I smiled at her, laughing hysterically at the doubtful expression on her face. Big Matt was staring at me too, his usual smile on his face. But everything around me started to spin, and I knew we needed to leave fast or else I make a
The morning came, and along with it a banging headache and an empty stomach. I remember waking up to puke in the middle of the night, and Draven watching me like a hulk. I’d fallen back into bed right after, too tired to stay awake for even a second. But now, the memories of all I did last night came back to hunt me. Luckily for me, Draven had stepped out already so I didn’t have to face him immediately I woke. I held my head in both hands and slowly sat up, squinting my eyes as they adjusted to daylight. I couldn’t remember everything that happened last night, but I remembered most of it, because how could I forget how I embarrassed myself ? Even if I wanted to, I would never get over the fact that I’d thrown myself at him like a slut, and he’d turned me down without second thoughts. I kissed him shamelessly, and he didn’t return it. Do I irk him that much? What punishment awaits me after what I did?I splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection in the
By midday, I was overwhelmed with a series of activities. There were four women teaching me about the Lycaon place and the history of Lycans and how the palace was built. The first Lycan king who had four mates and until the reign of King Cadeyrn-Ruaidhri’s father, every king had at least two mates. The Moon goddess knew that one woman was not enough to satisfy the sexual pleasures of a Lycan king, hence why she gave them more than one. The Lycans are very sexual beings as Scarlett had told me, and I found the information a little bit disturbing. It made me realize that Draven wasn’t attracted to me in no way, that kiss was merely to make a point. He never laid on the bed while I was on it, as if my presence repulsed him. And what if he eventually found his mate and he had more than one? My wolf didn’t like the direction of my thoughts so I forced myself to listen to all the things I was being taught and not relate them to him. There was more information than I’d learned about the Ly