LOGINCassia’s POV "Interesting," he mused, looking over my head to his brother as I continued to feebly fight off his hands. At some point I started seeing black dots before he released me roughly. "The hedge of protection is broken indeed, brother." "Stop fooling around, Ace. Was that necessary?" He sounded bored as I struggled to get air back into my lungs. Coughing and gasping. "Of course, Karl. A human slave called you a bastard—a title reserved for only me to use on you—and her head is still intact?" He was all goofy, as if he hadn't almost ended me. On cue, the soldiers who had been guarding the doors earlier entered, going on one knee instantly and bowing. The king spoke. "The next time you use your ears for decoration at my orders, I will make sure you're relieved of them." He sounded really mad at them… for letting me, a human, in. "Yes, my king." In unison, they got up and pulled me roughly to my feet. Every bone in my body wanted to turn around and see him. This can'
Cassia’s POV It's been exactly a fortnight since I last met with Karl. Ever since that night in his room that led to an endless session of lovemaking. I know it's crazy to call it that, but that's how it felt. He handled me with so much gentleness that I was begging for a little roughing. And when he finally gave in, it was still controlled. Perfect. The cherry on top that made me pass out was when I allowed him to drink from my blood. …."I want you to." My voice came out shaky, a little croaked from all the screaming I'd been doing. Still sheathed inside me, I could see his red gaze never left my neck. "Issa. Don't." But I could tell his resolve shaking. "Why not?" I bit my lip to hold back a moan. The pressure was so intense I could feel another climax building. "Please, Karl. I want you to." With him looking into my eyes, I added, almost quietly, "I trust you that much." He shook his head before claiming my lips in a heated kiss. Slowly, his lips traced my corner lip, ch
Karl’s POV“…and for the final agenda, I believe it is time we discuss the lady worthy to become our future Queen.”Direct. And stupid.I set down my cup. “Future Queen?” Letting the silence stretch “You’ve been busy, Sir Cardin.”Cardin smiled. Not his usual fake smile, the other one. The one that said I’ve already won this argument, boy.“With respect, Your Majesty, you gave your consent at our last gathering.”Consent. I’d waved a hand to shut them up from prolonging the future heir discussion, and now he calls it a vow?.Lukard leaned forward, all oil and sympathy. “You need not worry, sire. The lady is of wonderful character. I dare say you’d be pleased.”Aldridge was grinning. That told me something.“Which family?”“The Drecary. Lady Ann-Soril. Daughter of the late Sir Matin and Lady Faan Drecary.”Aldridge’s niece. Of course, I thought.Landon didn’t need telepathy for me to know his opinion. I saw the muscle jump in his jaw from across the table.“As you know, your grace,
Cassia’s POVThe headache I woke with still isn't budging. Thankfully it's not very painful, but even as we gathered at our now usual hill spot to relax from the day's work, I couldn't really focus on the conversations."We really have to thank you again, Cassia, for your help yesterday. If not, I don't think our dear friend would be hale and alive with us." Groth's voice pierced through my cloudy mind.I waved off his praise. "It was literally the King's grace," I mumbled."Or your magic honey pot," Sienna snickered beside me."Enna!" I whisper-yelled, ignoring the heat crawling up my face.But Diane wasn't helping matters as she added, "But seriously, what have you done to the infamous hybrid known to not give a rat's ass for humans? It has to be your enchanting—""Stop it. All of you." Drakon interrupted the snickers around us. "Can't you see what this means?!""What it means is that she saved your life?" Groth answered, shooting his friend a warning look.But Drakon ignored him. "
Karl’s POV My brother never knocks. He storms in. The doors to my study opened with far more force than necessary, and I did not look up from the parchment in my hand. “You are losing your mind.” Ah. So that was the mood today. “You will need to be more specific,” I replied calmly. “Losing one’s mind is an inevitable side effect of ruling bunch of mules.” Ace paced before my desk, agitation rolling off him like heat. “Lord Aldridge witnessed it,” he snapped. “He smelled it. He practically tasted it in the air. Do you know what it means for that man to sense weakness from you?” My jaw tightened slightly. Anything about that man spoiled my mood. “What weakness?” “You have assigned palace guards to trail a human maid,” he continued. “You have issued direct orders that she is not to be harmed under any circumstances. What happens when the entire palace starts whispering about it?. And Aldridge—” He stopped pacing and leaned both palms on my desk. “Aldridge has never wanted
Cassia’s POV Days passed after the king’s promise of “protection,” and I cannot lie, I have seen many differences in my day to day life. Every time I am in the middle of my chores, a guard interrupts with either, “The king calls for your immediate attendance,” or, “By the King’s order, leave whatever you are doing and close for the day.” And the pure look of anger and horror on Cindy’s face? Always delightful. The most mind blowing change, however, was the grim reapers and their bitter concoctions. Out of the many times Karl and I have been intimate, I have never woken to them forcing a potion down my throat. The first time they stopped, I woke to find a bowl of the familiar contraceptive mixture resting quietly on the table. For a good few hours, I was confused. ‘Is this the drink?‘ ‘Where are they?‘ ‘Was this truly meant for me?‘ ‘Are they waiting for me to wake?‘ ‘Where are they?!‘ It took courage to ask the soldiers guarding the king’s chamber doors — I was blush
Karl’s Pov “It was just a simple misunderstanding with my workers, my King. I had already signed for the timbers to be delivered on the agreed date. No price increment included,” the lying swine of a werewolf said. “No need for the failed attempt at burning down my warehouses—” My humorless lau
Cassia’s Pov “He?” He sounded pissed. His eye color was shifting between teal and amber.“Um, yes, your grace. I don’t own a jacket, so I’m grateful for his, because I still feel cold.” But I sensed that my words didn’t diffuse the dangerous tension in the air.He crossed his arms and tilted his h
Cassia’s Pov “The soup is too salty today,” Diane muttered. “I thought it was only me!” Sienna concurred. We were having dinner in the dining hall in the servants' quarters. This miserable food keeps taking me back to the breakfast I had with the king. It’s been a few days since I crossed pat
Cassia’s Pov “Um... Cassia, Madam Care is asking for you. She’s in the kitchen,” Diane said in a pitiful voice, her expression sad. “I told you you’d be punished!” Sienna almost screamed at me, tears streaming down her face. It had been almost two days since I brazenly stared at the king as







