Chapter Ten **ROWAN** I tried to slam the door behind me, not before I heard my mate’s footsteps from behind me. I hated myself for almost hitting her, all from the anger I felt deep inside of me as the memory of his atrocities—him, the man responsible for taking her away from me She wanted to go back to him, to the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Her father. If only she knew how much damage he’d done to both of us, how he kept her away from me for all these years. I wanted to hurt him at the wedding, the nerve of the bastard to rid her of memories of me. “Ano— “How dare you?!!” She screamed, lunging at me with the same peeler from last night. I ducked, almost giving into the urge to letting her hurt me if it would make her feel better. “I told you it’s not going to work.” I said, ducking again as she tried to lunge for the second time, “You can try but you can’t hurt me Anora.” “You bastard!!” She cried out, “You ruined my life!!!” “I didn’t.”
Chapter Nine “Please excuse me.” She suddenly rushed out and I was left all alone. Despite the perceived danger I felt for what was to come, I couldn’t help but glance around the bath area. It was beautiful—white coarse tiles with intricate curves and shapes from blue marbled stone, creating an intricate piece of artwork. Each corner was adorned with beautiful flowers and incense trays. The ambience was nice, unlike anything I’d ever seen or experienced before. It made me feel crazy almost wanting to feel relaxed, even though I was in a pool of milk. Lenore returned a few minutes later, her sudden arrival made me flinch so hard that I got a little of the bath milk into my mouth. I coughed out loud, disgusted to say the least. “I’m sorry, my lady.” She apologized profusely, “The blood moon king, your husband, he has arrived.” A lump formed in my throat at the mention of him. I blinked exasperatedly, “Wh..what about him?” “He has requested for you to
Chapter Eight I still had no choice but to do as I was told. My hands, quivering, finally touched the satin sheets on the bed that was softer than I could imagine. My throat went dry like a desert as I finally mustered enough courage to be near him. He smelled good. My mate. The despicable creature that came into my life and turned it upside down. For a moment my mind traveled to Zayn, the alpha I was supposed to marry, I couldn’t help but wonder how he was feeling. I thought about my father too. There was so many questions I needed answered, so many secrets kept from me, and now landing my very own self in the bed of a man who is solely responsible for my very own turmoil. “You’re shaking.” I heard him whisper from behind me, wondering if his lustrous voice was another sort of his schemes to ruin me. I gulped hard instead, “I just want to be left alone.” “You can’t be alone.” He replied, “You’ve been alone all these years. You’re mine now Anora
Chapter Seven Being sent to the gallows was a much better fate than the words that had just spilled out of Lenore’s mouth. Consummation she said. It was traditional, a wedding night special for newly mated beings. I didn’t think of it,that I would be forced to sleep with a monster I barely knew until a few hours ago. I didn’t think I would even marry him, be bound to him for eternity. I never thought I would be claimed by such a being. She brushed the comb through my hair, so soft and gently, I felt myself drowsy over the therapeutic massage on my scalp, “You have such beautiful hair. He would be so happy.” He? I gulped hard as my eyes tingled at the thought of those hands of his, wringing through my hair, like it was a piece of toy to be played with, “Your master.” “What?” “Your master.” I repeated, “What’s he like?” Lenore stared at me for a moment, then she broke into a soft chuckle, “That’s for you to find out, don’t you think my lady?” I hated how
Chapter Six I gasped like I had just been ridden by a ghost, pale as a syphon. I took a step backwards, unable to process the words that had just blurted right out of his mouth. I shook my head in disbelief. “No.” “Anora.” He called. Still shaking my head, “No.” “My mate.” He called again, “Come to me.” Like a magnet, an overbearing force pushed me towards him, despite my refusal and wanting to stay on ground. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I reached the front of the hall. He looked down at me, eyes filled with so much passion. He was tall, bigger in my eyes even, and more menacing as we were alone in the hall, with only a few others who I had just started to notice. They were probably servants or people in his court. “Thank the heavens. You’re so beautiful Anora.” He said, his voice was smooth as silk. “I wanted to talk to you.” I said, my voice cracking over my silent sobs as the water streamed down my cheeks. He sm
Chapter Five I woke up to a room in the dark. It was grand, with glittering silver tiles that gleamed under the moon’s rays. There were two couches, velvet and in shade of sapphire. A large wooden chest, carved with intricate markings of some ancient lore I wasn’t sure off. My head felt woozy as I turned around to a large four-post bed, with a large purple blanket sheet over it, a plethora of soft pillows which my head laid on and a beautiful headboard with the same markings as the chest drawer. Where was I? The question troubled me greatly as I placed a hand over my head. The last thing I remembered was my wedding, and my father being wounded, and—- A door opened, a faint light from the outside shone in the room and I quickly yelped into a corner. I grabbed onto the nightlight, a beautiful candleholder which could source as a powerful weapon if I used it correctly. “You’re finally awake.” I heard a female voice. Soft, pure. I stepped out of the shadows