Chapter 11-Rosanna-I knew that I was now going to a place where my freedom could potentially be taken away from me but at this very moment, I have never felt so much freedom in my entire life. The view of passing lands and citizens was more than my little heart could ever hope to contain.I was almost tempted to poke my head outside the window of the carriage but feared to do so because of the very bulky prince w3ho was seated elegantly on the opposite side from where I was.He was busy looking at some complicated documents and I did not wish to disturb his thoughts.I also feared to ask him of the wellbeing of Peter, as I was scared that he would lose it and throw him out of the carriage. He was already fighting with his wolf on the decision of bringing him along and I did not wish to spoil it.I took a peek at him very subtly and could not help but admire him. No doubt that he was a very cold male but I have now gotten to a point that I could no longer deny that he was the type of
His Human MateChapter 12-Peter-Is this a dream?I hope so and I hope that I wake up soon from this very realistic nightmare.What exactly is happening?Rosie was the mate of the werewolf king?!There must be some kind of mistake. It could just be that he wanted to add her to his harem of multiple women.There is no way that the king of the entire werewolf race would go ahead to make a mere slave the queen of his people.There is also no way that the other nobles would allow such a thing to happen before their very eyes.I have heard the rumors and the nobles were very very scary people.I will not for a second believe that Rosie will be safe in such a place like the royal palace.TchI refuse to have all of my careful planning to be destroyed by a male that does not have plans od truly loving Rosanna.Everything was working well. I made sure to keep the other male slaves away from Rosie.I even laid with the head maid and made h
Chapter 13 -Peter (Hours before the departure to the royal capital)- Since I might as well be dead without Rosie, there is nothing more that I have to lose. I would very much prefer to be known as a foolish slave that dared to challenge the king of the werewolves than a slave who had the love of his life taken away from him pathetically. …. I keep telling myself that but I have been shaking down to my core and have been standing outside of the king’s designated building for almost an hour now. Finally gathering up the courage to move forward, I go to the entrance of the building and was immediately stopped by the crossing of two spears from the two guards that were standing in front of the building. “Go back slave! His majesty has ordered that not a sole step foot into this building without his approval as his mate is exhausted and her majesty needs to rest soundly” One of the guards bellowed and pointed the sharp end of his spear towards me. The reaction was instant. I felt c
Looking out of the carriage, I notice the bodies of numerous human males being piled up. To be burnt no doubt.It has been years since my race waged war on the humans and occupied their kingdom. It was then that the Kingdom of Peon was founded.We became the elites of the society and made the humans our slaves. I don't particularly have anything against them but they are weak and inferior creatures."It will be nice to have my mate though" I mumble.We werewolves lived way longer that the humans did but I being the ruler of the werewolves have lived even longer.I was nearing 300 years and have been alone all my life. I yearn for the bond with my mated pair.The only way I could cope with the pain was to lay with female slaves and drink but of course it wasn't enough."Your majesty, we will soon be reaching the Marquis's estate" My secretary John announced disrupting my thoughts.Giving a cold nod in response, I turn to look out the carriage once againI hated inspecting the Marquis's
"Rosanna! Come here."I look at the head slave in panic, holding my washcloth tightly. I hope I had not messed up or forgotten to do anything.Ever since I was sold by my parents to the Marquis's household, I have lived my life like a ghost. Offending a werewolf meant receiving lashed or being beheaded. I was scared but I have to work to be able to survive.I hope I did nothing wrong.Dropping the washcloth into the the bucket beside me, I hurry to the head slave. She was in charge of assigning tasks and giving out rations. It looked like someone of great importance had visisted the palace as there has been so much work and the palace was in chaos. There was a sense of panic in the air as the slaves looked like there were no rooms for mistakes. Just who was visiting to cause such an atmosphere.Just last week, the lady had ordered the most expensive oils and accessories to beautify herself. A suitor?I dry my hands and make my way towards he head slave."Yes ma'm?" I ask, ensuring t
I am so scared and let the tears flow down my face freely. How could I have been so stupid to fall asleep on the king's bed. Of course he will find out. He is the King. I hold the hem of my dress tightly and tear my eyes away from his icy red eyes. I am frozen and immediately get on my knees and bow my head."F-f-forgive me your majesty. I am so sorry. Please spare my life" My fear is mixed with my tears as I sob for my life."Stand," he commands, his voice echoes causing my chest to experience vibrations. I am sure that his deep voice resonated with the fact that he was a very dangerous killer.I stand quickly not wanting to anger him any further. I make sure that my head is bowed to show him that I submit to him and he has total reign over me. "Come," he growlsI quickly make my way to him and he drags me into his lap. What was happening? But that was not the end of it. He turns me around so that I am facing him and our chests were touching.I had to admit, the king was very hands
The next morning The sound of birds siging and the harsh rays of the sun wake me up from the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life. Rememering what had taken place yesterday, I sit out of a bed with a blush on my cheeks. I let a male touch me down there and the king for that matter. Touching the side of my neck where I had been bitten, I feel bite marks. I hope this heals soon wnough as I would hate to gather attention to myself. But........ Where was the king? He was nowhwere to be found. A wave of dissapointment and saddness hits nme. It feels like I have neen hit by a heavy carriage. But what was I to expect? He was the king of the Peon Kingdom. He was the most powerful man. He was an alpha and a king. There was no way he would waste his precious time with a human. I am sure he has many females who are more beautiful than I am. I am small with ugly red hair and a freckled face. I have beem told by the other slaves that I looked like a child and that I was too innocent.
It all happened fast. One moment I had my feet planted to the ground and another moment, I was over the king’s shoulder. I felt like a sack of potatoes that the estate’s farmer usually carries to the kitchen.The king was panting and growling. It was a really scary moment but for some reason, I felt excited. It was almost as if I was in a state of euphoria. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore but one thing I knew is that I wanted to be embraced and claimed by this man.“Mine!!”“All mine!!”“Rosanna is mine!!”His wolf was definitely struggling to come to the surface. I guess the only thin keeping him was the fact that I was over his shoulder. I could not see what was happening as my face was facing his backside.Let me just steal a peek to make sure that Peter is safe. Craning my neck, I try to turn my face to Peter’s direction but this earned me a smack to my bottom.“Princess, it will do you well to know that I am a very jealous man. If you do not want your little friend here to b