로그인ABEL "I will inform the King that the Princess of Silvermere bought the slave as a gift for her father," Sir Bowman says, bowing in front of the young future alpha queen of Silvermere. She is enticingly beautiful just as the stories say. But why is she buying me? There are more stronger slaves she could have picked. "We would have loved to clean him up for you if you weren't in such a hurry to-" "Is that the actual illegitimate Prince?" she cuts off the guard, her powerful but mesmerizing voice resonating with authority. "Yes your highness. This is the b*st*rd son of his majesty's banished wife," Sir Bowman affirms, stepping aside to give the lady an unobstructed view. * * * * * In the kingdom of Edrath, strength is everything. Abel Everhart has none—or so he’s been told since the day he was cast out of his father's palace and branded a human slave. But when the powerful Crown of Elowen awakens for the first time in centuries, it doesn't choose a werewolf warrior. It chooses Abel. He expected to die a slave, serving the very brothers who stole his birthright. He never expected to be bought by Rowena of Silvermere, the most lethal and mesmerizing Alpha Queen in the realm. Rowena doesn't do charity. She doesn't save "damsels in distress," and she certainly doesn't care for King Roderick’s bloodline. But when the ancient Crown of Elowen points it's magic toward a man in shackles, Rowena makes her cunning move. She buys Abel as her rightful property. To others he is just her plaything, but to her he is the key to a a Crown meant to rule Kings.
더 보기ABEL EVERHART'S POVMy hips rock as the last wave of overwhelming pleasure sweeps through my body. My chest is heaving and parts of me feels more sore than before. Rowena's hand leaves my body and she reaches for the crown."You should be able to end the stupid rebellion with just a simple command. They are werewolves. The crown's true heir should be able to command the mind of any beast. Even from thousands of miles away," she says.She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head.I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away."Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides.The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them.It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the
I look at the five guards trembling on their knees. Their shame is palpable. There is the truth that they were under a spell that they could not control.Rowena’s hand is still on my shoulder, her grip a silent question. She will end them with a single thought if I give the word.I pull myself to my feet. She will be disappointed if I am soft towards them after what they did. I cannot execute them when they did not do anything out of their own will however."Stand," I command in a raspy voice."You laid hands on me. You nearly delivered me to a monster.""We are yours to command, your Highness," one whispers, his voice cracking. "Our lives are forfeit.""Then I will take them," I answer. "Not by axe, but by a debt. From this moment you are mine. You will stand at my door, you will walk in my shadow, and you will protect my mother and sister as if they were your own blood. If a single hair on their heads is harmed, I will not ask the Empress for mercy. Do you understand?""We will
The golden light of the late afternoon spills through the high windows of the palace, casting shadows. I am walking with my sister, listening to her talk about the new silk ribbons the maids gave her.She is dressed in a pink dress abd suddenly looks like one of the flowers of the palace. I think that one day her beauty will cause a war.The air suddenly turns cold despite the sun rays. From the shadows at the far end of the Hallway, the Dark Oracle emerges.She appears to be standing more upright than usual and the anger in her eyes making them glow. Her tattered robes trail behind her like smoke.Behind her, five palace guards—men I recognized from the morning watch—step out. Their eyes are milky white, devoid of any will. She must have bewitched them.I now realize that the fire in the forest was nothing more than a lure. Cara was the bait. She was meant to draw Rowena far from here. They knew that she would not have allowed me to accompany her. Question is, what does her mother wa
The Dark Oracle stands over the monster that is now her daughter, laid in a wet stone deep within a thick forest. With a jagged blade, she slices her own palm, letting her blood drip into the creature’s closed mouth."By the power of my ancient blood, I grant this creature the ability to talk again," the witch chants. "Speak."The monster’s body buckles. Bones crack and reset with sickening pops. The distorted face of the beast shudders until, for a fleeting second, the ruined features of Cara emerges through the nightmare."Abel..." the voice comes out hollow. "He... he watched. Mother, he betrayed my heart.""He is a traitor, yes," the Oracle hisses, her eyes glowing like fire. "But do not weep, my child. I will tear the skin from his ribs. I will send his mother’s head to the Empress in a box.""No!" the creature roars. Cara’s clawed hands grip the dirt. "Death is too kind for him. I loved him. I thought... I thought when he looked at me, he saw a Savior. But he only saw a s
ABEL EVERHART'S POVI bow my head slightly because despite lacking the love of her husband she is still a royal. "I didn't get the time to notice how beautiful you're yesterday. I am truly mesmerized," she says with a smile.She saunters into the room, swinging her hips in an exaggerated manner, a
ABEL EVERHEART'S POVThe Alpha King's entourage slows as it approaches a slim valley between barren hills close to the Kingdom's borders. The carriage rocks as it navigates it's way through rocks. King Reginald smiles gladly while gazing at me, on the seat opposite his. They put me in his regal ca
ABEL EVERHART'S POVThe Princess takes hold of my chains again as she steps out of the carriage. I follow her out and towards the palace's front entrance. The gathered crowd whisper amongst themselves, but she strides forward as if oblivious of their presence.Her guards escort us in, past the spac
THIRD PERSON'S POVKing Roderick has gathered all of his councilmen and his closest allies in his private chambers. The formerly proud king looks quite troubled after the crown rejected all of his prestigious sons. His wives look even more embarassed as they sit next to their king."I wish to expre
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