LOGINOCTAVIAI began to strip my body naked, one piece after another, from the jewelry to the dress, until I was left in only my undergarments.I could feel their heavy gaze on my bare skin as I pulled my undergarments off.Cold air brushed my skin as I stood in the middle of the room, stark naked.I felt empty and ashamed and couldn't help but drop my head low with my hands clasped around my chest.“Drop your hands. I need a proper view of your body,” I heard Cassian Thorne mutter as he strolled over to stand before me.My belly tightened in rage, and my hands reluctantly dropped to my sides.It felt like my heart had broken into dozens of pieces when Cassian stretched his hand and squeezed my tit. But underneath that pain and disgust, I could still feel a spark of pleasure.I clenched my fist and lowered my head in anger.His hand drew down, and he drew circles on my belly button, cackling at the joke he was making with my body.I felt Azrael's hand delve into my hair, and he loosened ev
OCTAVIA I walked down the large corridor with my heart in my hands. The Consort Mistress was walking right beside me, her face blank and her back perfectly straight. I wondered if she was thinking about how to plan my burial tomorrow. I rubbed my clammy hands together, gulping down nothing. “You should be careful,” she muttered. I paused at her words, my heart clenching in dread. She turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing with rage flashing across them. “Why are you standing there?” she spat out in anger. I turned to see the men advancing towards me. I faced the pale face of the consort mistress and with gnawing fear, I dragged my reluctant feet forward. The consort mistress grabbed my hand before the men could reach me then directed a glare at them. “Come quickly!” she snapped and pulled me along, her steps heavy and angry. I parted my lips to ask her the reason for her initial statement but a glare from her shut me up. Soon, we arrived at the end of the corri
OCTAVIA The door slowly opened, revealing a grand hall filled with beautiful women. My heart sank as my jaw dropped when I saw gorgeous women in the hall. They all had smiles on their faces while their laps and arms held either gold-plated dresses or beauty boxes and jewelry of different rare gemstones. The air smelled of lavender, rose attar, and burning amber incense. Lounges were arranged around the room and linen curtains draped the tall windows of the hall. A long, spiral staircase ran from the middle of the hall to the top part of the hall. I could see some women leaning on the railing, staring down at the bustling activities or having a conversation. Everyone in the hall seemed busy, wealthy, and happy. The hall suddenly went silent the moment the woman stepped in. Her dark hair that cascaded down her back moved like waves as she trudged fully into the hall. The smile was still on her face and her hands were folded behind her. From her looks, I could guess that she wa
OCTAVIA “Get out!” A voice growled outside as the carriage stopped. Before I could move from the cramped place where I had been squeezed between the servants, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the carriage.My head hit a hard chest and a sickening feeling spread over my body.I slowly lifted my head and my eyes fell on a pair of angry dark eyes glaring down at me.“Move forward!” The man spat in my face and shoved me to the side.I staggered and almost fell to the ground but someone caught me.“Be careful,” a female voice came up behind me as I straightened up.I turned to thank the woman who had helped me but she raised her hand when she saw my lips part.The smile on my face fell, and my heart was crushed.I slowly turned away and stared at the manor grounds. The royal manor of the Lockwood Pack.Servants and Pack members moved around the manor grounds. It looked nothing like the rumors the servants in the Blackwater Pack told.It didn't have bodies hanging on the crumblin
OCTAVIA I gasped and gripped my dress, my heart thumping in horror. Their eyes were on me, demanding an answer to their suspicion.I gulped, trying to stop the rage from making a rash decision.“You lied, didn't you?” He asked again.The tears slowly dropped before I could stop them, and my belly turned inside out. I sucked in a deep breath and dropped to my knees, my hands clutching the leaves beside me.“I just wanted to be free,” I whispered.“Free from what?” The silver-haired Alpha asked.I closed my eyes, daring not to look at him. I would definitely burn him with my eyes if I did.If I wanted to live, I had to be on their side. Even if I didn't want to. I still had to do it for the sake of my family.“I am a servant in the Blackwater Pack. I worked for the royal family in the kitchen. When… when the war started, I saw a chance to escape and be free,” I blurted out.Silence descended and tension set in. I knelt there, debating whether my words were convincing enough. I couldn't
OCTAVIA I froze at the spot, my heart racing and my toes curling into the dirt. What was it? A rogue? A hunter? The scent that filled my nose didn't make the thoughts in my head a bit more realistic. Whatever was behind me smelled royal and the Alpha pheromone was so heavy and powerful that it made me feel a bit dizzy. With my heartbeat in a wild acceleration, I slowly raised my head to take a turn. But the moment I did, an arrow flew past me from behind and hit a stray wolf hiding in the thicket. My jaw dropped and I felt my palms get clammy with fear and horror. My legs began to shake and my chest tightened as the pheromones got even heavier. I heard feet shuffle over the dry leaves as a presence approached even though one was already behind me. If I weren't an Alpha, I would have been dead by now from the pheromones choking me from them. I wondered who meant more danger at the moment. The one right behind me or the one that saved my life. Or both. “Your name?” I gas
OCTAVIA My mother's lips stretched into a smile and she nodded, rubbing my blood on her chin. “Go,” she whispered, pushing me back towards the trap door. I raised my gaze to the field, my chest tightening in grief. I pulled my mother into a hug, letting the tears flow down my cheeks. This was t
OCTAVIA Damp brown hair plastered over his face, a bloodstained sword, grey eyes with waves of death, a bunch of arrows, a bow, and a sigil. A sigil only worn by the high-ranked generals of high Packs like the Lockwood Pack. “The Alpha princess,” he suddenly laughed, breaking the thick silen







