CHAPTER 7
Rose's lips were still locked in Lord Grim’s when Rose suddenly pulled away from him.
“What happened, angel?” Grim asked, laughing.
“You just want to take advantage of me, I can see that.”
“Don't speak like a child, Rose.” This was the first time he was calling her name. It sounded strange on his lips.
“Please I want to be alone,” Rose replied.
Lord Grim chuckled, “I know you want to take your revenge on Reed but you can't do that alone. You need guidance.”
“I don't need your help, the only reason I'm still here is because of…” Rose wasn't done when Grim cut her short.
“Your Mom?” He asked. Her silence made him laugh more.
“You don't even know what you've gotten yourself into. I'll get my maids to bring you some dresses, dinner is in ten minutes. I don't condone lateness so let that stick now.”
“What do you mean by what I've gotten myself into?” Rose blinked her eyes to stop the tears that she had been fighting; she was getting more confused and regretted ever coming to Nostville.
“Your mother would be in the best position to answer your questions but for now, just hope she cares about you enough to return.”
“What the hell are you saying? I don't understand a single thing.” Rose flared up, panic setting in.
“Do you know one mistake you should never make?” Grim asked her, and she shook her head slowly, moving backward as he walked towards her.
“Raising your voice at me, disobeying me, or doing anything that might trigger my wrath. Oh… you don't want to see that side of me.” Her heartbeat increased as he said those words.
“I apologize.”
Lord Grim nodded. “Need I remind you that you have no business outside the walls of this castle, I'm doing you a favor. I hope you do know that we are all vampires here and your kind isn't wanted here.”
“But…I have vampire blood in me.” Rose protested.
“It's clear you don't know your root but don't worry. Time shall tell.” Grim concluded and left the room.
“I knew it, I shouldn't have come here. Now I'm just a prisoner, what was the use of coming in search of my mother when she doesn't even care if I exist or not.” Rose wept; she regretted coming to Nostville, and she needed to act fast and find a way out of the horrible place she had led herself to.
“Excuse me, my lady,” Rose heard a voice by the door immediately Grim left.
“Yes, come in.”
A young lady walked into the room, she was in the same age gap as Rose.
“Lord Grim asked me to deliver this to you.” She stepped forward and dropped a bag on the bed.
“Okay, thank you,” Rose said, but the lady continued speaking.
“I've been assigned as your maid. I'm to ensure you wake up at the right time, bathe, and eat too.” The lady said.
“I don't understand but first of all, what's your name?” Rose asked.
“Judy.”
“Nice to meet you, Judy. I'm Rose.” Rose said and she bowed her head.
“You don't have to act all humble, we can be friends.” Rose urged, her eyes scanned Judy. Judy didn't look happy; she wore a long face and tried to act the way she had been trained by Nostville, but Rose knew Judy wasn't a happy lady.
“If Lord Grim ever finds out we are friends, he can kill me, and I don't want that,” Judy replied.
“He doesn't have to know, but feel free to call me Lady Rose only in his presence. But call me Rose when we are alone, okay?” Rose urged and Judy nodded her head in agreement.
“Dinner is in seven minutes; please, can you start dressing now? I don't think you should take your bath because you'll end up late, and trust me, Lord Grim hates latecomers.”
“Do you guys have a time rule in this place? He's always talking about ten minutes, thirty minutes, and now you too.” Rose asked, surprised at Judy's time consciousness.
“You won't understand yet, but pray not to fall into his hands,” Judy said.
“Are you a werewolf too?” Judy asked, searching for an outfit from the bag she had brought.
“Yes, why? You are?” Rose asked and Judy nodded.
“But I thought he said only vampires existed here.”
Judy laughed for the first time since she entered the room. “He wasn't telling you the truth.” She handed over an emerald dress to Rose, it had a strap at the waist.
“Good taste.” Rose smiled and collected it. “I can't believe I won't take my bath, I've been like this for days.”
“Dinner would be fast so just endure.” Judy picked a perfume from the bag and they laughed.
She was finally dressed; she didn't bother to pack her hair up; she just let it down to cover her sweaty skin.
“You look beautiful,” Judy said and Rose smiled at her. ”Thank you.”
Judy handed over a book to Rose, it was already opened to page six.
“Dining rules.” Rose read it slowly and looked at Judy. “Seriously?” She lifted the book and laughed dryly.
“I just need you to glance through page 6 and 7 briefly, you'll read the rest later,” Judy said.
Rose's eyes scanned the page, as she hummed the words but paused at a particular sentence that caught her attention.
“Strangers (werewolves) must drink the reserved blood every Thursday.” Rose looked at Judy for an explanation.
“This is the same mess I've found myself in since three years of running into Lord Grim during an attack on my pack. We don't have a choice.” Judy said in defeat.
“No way. How does he expect me to…” Rose was still speaking when she turned to another page.
“Can we check that after dinner? It's two minutes to dinner time?” Judy said, glancing at her black wristwatch.
Rose turned the book to face Judy, “He's having sex with me?” She asked, the pitch of her voice rose at each word.
“Yes,” Judy replied coldly. “He didn't tell you?” Judy asked but Rose was too pissed off to reply.
“That's it!” Rose flung the book and stormed out of the room. She wasn't going to be a sex slave for this motherf*cker.
No never!Chapter 112The Twist After the gruesome demise of Jaxon in the hands of Reed, the Solemn Roar Pack had finally accepted the bitter truth that there was no one else who could stand up to their new Tyrant. It had seemed that as Jaxon died, the last spark of resilience and bravery left with him. A cold void that would later be filled by the most unlikeliest of persons.~Sequel to Chapter 58Jaxon's blurry vision was followed by a weary mind. An expression of the weight he carried with him to the afterlife, or so he thought. Unfortunately, his journey to peace was far from over, and just above what seemed like a cliff shone a bright light on the horizon."Jaxon." A voice so subtle yet familiar called out to him from behind, chills struck down his spine as he suspected that it would indeed be the voice of his judge. The wolves believed that the herald of the Luna goddess was the one tasked to give the verdict of one's destination."Alpha Vale. How is... this possible?" His tone trembled
Chapter 111 Grim had already seen the scheme play out. Even before she could move the sword, he had already felt his head roll off his shoulder and his throat wastes hastily to the floor. It was not new news that he hated him and would not make it less so if this opportunity had just been bestowed on her. She drew the knife on one fast love arm, and he gasped. “You’re lucky my daughter seems to find something in you.” He kept checking his name. And when he had concluded that it was still whole, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for sparing my life,” he said, leaning against the pile once again. “I shouldn’t have. Now I’m regretting why I didn’t, now that it’s too late. With the way you ruined my life, who wouldn’t if the same thing was done to them?” “I regret it as well. I regret leaving you like that because now I know how it feels to have someone so close betray you like that. I had the self-reflection I needed, and I’m here to say I’m sorry.” It felt great h
Chapter 110Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as she stepped onto the battlefield. The air reeked of scorched earth and blood and was filled with something fouler, something *alive*. Magic. Wild and hungry. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a drumbeat of fury and fear. She’d felt it was the moment Rose lost control. That shockwave of power, tearing through the night like a scream. It had iced her veins, screaming one truth: *Too late, too late, too late—* And now, as the chaos unfolded before her, her worst nightmare took shape. Rose hung limp over Reed’s shoulder, her hair a tangled curtain, her body too still. Vanessa’s chest caved in. *No. Not her. Not my girl.* Rage erupted inside her, white-hot and vicious. It begged for violence, for teeth and blood and fire. But she choked it down. This wasn’t the time for fury. This was the time for precision. One misstep, one reckless move, and her daughter was gone. Her eyes locked onto Reed. He stood there, smug, *v
Chapter 109 A touch from Rose was all it took to put Grim in a good mood. Suddenly, the pain didn’t matter. All his senses were heightened, and a couple more strands of strength were added. This was a reminder of what he had been fighting for. She was worth it. She was worth every bruise, every scar, every drop he had spilled in the war. He would do it all over again for her and only her. “Is this because I talked about your father?” “Don't do this, Reed! She said no!” Grim said, leaning forward. He was trying to avoid the dark side of her coming to the fore. “Stay out of this, Grim. She is just being stubborn and needs to be reminded of what happens to people who think they can mess with me and get off free.” He slowed his tone, focusing his gaze on Rose alone. “I absorbed their necks right in front of their daughter. I ripped their hearts out.” Rose was fighting hard, but the image of her father’s face, begging in his last moments, wouldn't stop popping up in her min
Chapter 108Rose sat on the porch stairs, gazing into the distance. She could see it. The flames rising into the sky, the screams for help. Yes, the scent of blood had gotten to her as well. She could thank her hidden vampire sense of smell for that. It was just her and Vanessa at home. She had been sensing something was coming. Rose was waiting for her. She wanted to be the first to get the news of Judith’s return. Why hadn’t she snuck out yet? She was afraid of getting caught. It was an easy path to take back to the palace. But what could she do if she got there, huh? Werewolves now hated her. If she showed up, it would mean no surprise that they would either tear her to death or put the blame for what they were facing on her. To avoid that, she had stayed put. This was not a time for her tricks. The war was serious. Her mind kept wondering if Grim was still alive. Was he safe? The place she had seen him seated looked familiar to her. It was in Noetvelle, and that me
Chapter 107If looks could kill, Reed would have been on the floor, spirit unbound, blood-filled. That attack would not be from the thousands of people waiting patiently to see him for his downfall. It could be from Grim. If not for the sorceress keeping him in check nothing would have stopped him from reaching out his hand and blocking both of its eyes. it might not have been successful but at least they would have tried. He had heard the stories about how Reed had treated Rose, how he had tortured our father and chased her from the pack. On top of that he had the guts to call her his wife?“I have no idea who you are talking about,”* Grim replied, picking up a piece from the floor. “Oh, man. I love that vase,” he said, running his hands along the vase. “You’re going to have to pay for that.” He was stalling. If you thought the man was interested in an average deal with his villain, you were terribly wrong. It was a clever and subtle attempt to stall, and he was doing it on purp
Chapter 106Talk about chaos and bloodshed. It quickly puts you in the direction of the battle. Why, you ask? Why was this very revered place suddenly turned into a battlefield for survival, where very few could make it out? Well, I'm going to tell you. Because it started with a... "Bang!" The sound of the metal gates falling to the floor as they heralded the enemy. The sky over Nostville burned red with fire and chaos. Smoke billowed from the rooftops, filling the air with the acrid scent of destruction. It stretched as far as the horizon, and by the time Tom and his people arrived, no stone had been left unturned. Everywhere was hit. Every crevice was blown right open. Screams cut through the darkness—desperate cries of men, women, and children who ran blindly, their eyes wide with terror. The once-proud streets of the coven had become a battlefield, littered with bodies—some writhing in pain, others eerily still. Yes. Clearly, a spell was put on everyone. Shadows mo
Chapter 105Grim could hear the bangs and yells from a distance. But he didn't move a muscle. Gormee was the only one he could see. Excited to go wherever that would go. On a good run of days ago, he would have snuck back into the coven just to see how he could help them. But he was tired of fighting for a group of people who didn't give a damn about him.“Come on, Grim. How can you be here and watch your people scream and beg for help when they are calling for you?”He sighed. “I can’t say I ever agreed with their choices, but they had the chance to make the right choice. They didn't. They have to learn a lesson. Alistair is capable, right? Well, they could count on him to save them.”He took a sip of the root beer. It was his only company, the only thing that made him feel welcomed.“Don't be heartless, Grim. You know that man has no idea what he is doing. He is just being manipulated, and if you don't stop it soon enough, he is going to ruin the whole coven. You don't want that, do
Chapter 104 The sound of beating drums and people faintly whispering was the scene that woke up all of Nostville. That was the minute number who were able to get any sleep the previous night. As far as everyone else was concerned, their eyes were wide open, absorbing the gates in wait of the approaching battalion. Everyone was indoors. Rocking chairs sat alone, unoccupied, swinging with every tug from the violent wind. Even the windows remained still. For a community of people who were always fetching for gossip, everyone seemed settled in the inner parts of their households. It was better not to be aware of what was going on than to afford to be the first one that suffer the massacre that was brewing in the air. Their homes still stood the chance of getting attacked, but at least it was the safest they could be. Meanwhile, Reed was ever so comfortable in his seat. His eyes could sweep across his surroundings. “It’s just a matter of time,” he said to Jael. “History is