Roselle had already gone through a few books that she found in the library, but she could not focus on any of them. Her mind just kept going back to the thoughts about Romeo and his childhood. What happened to his mother, the empress? Werewolves supposed to live for a long time. So how come she had already… could it be that she was killed?The thought made Roselle's grip on the book she was holding tightened. Her heart ached at the realization that Romeo had already lost both his parents and was now labelled as a traitor. Moreover, what had happened to him in the dungeon? How did the empress manage to hide a prince in a dungeon that was located in the imperial palace for sixteen years? Didn't Werewolves had the ability to sense someone's presence even without seeing them? Not to mention what Elijah said about his extraordinary skills. If no one aside from the empress saw him within those sixteen years, how did he even hone his fighting skills?Questions kept piling up in Roselle's min
Gripping the table on either side of her, Romeo caged Roselle between his arms as his mouth seized hers ardently. Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, he entered repeatedly until she was drunk with pleasure and too dazed to even think.Then his mouth was travelling along her neck again as if looking for something. His mouth stopped and suddenly, he licked and then sucked on a tender pulse point, causing Roselle's legs to stiffen. Oh my… what was this? What's happening to her? What was he doing to her?Roselle could no longer hold in the sounds that her throat was making that she had been trying so hard to bury. She was not certain what kind of sounds or words they were once she let them out but all she knew was that it sounded to be something like pleading. And she cannot… must not say whatever it was… but… biting her lip didn't even seem to work anymore.To her relief, his mouth had sealed hers just before she could open her lips to voice it out, pushing back the sounds again. This t
After the serious discussions and strategizing about the upcoming war, Romeo was about to end the meeting when the Duke of Dacria raised a new topic."I believe this is a crucial concern we must address immediately, Your Highness.""Are you saying that this other topic of yours is as vital as the upcoming war? Duke Henry?""Yes, Your Highness."Everyone who had finally relaxed their tensed shoulders after the bloody simulations and discussions, straightened their shoulders once again, as though to brace themselves for this other major problem they had to deal with. Just what kind of problem was it that it was as important as the war that's looming over everyone's heads?Romeo sat back. Though his face remained relaxed, he looked at the Duke with curiosity. He made sure to find out every major problem that they needed to address and he didn't find anything that was as crucial as this coming war. Had he or his men miss something important? That was impossible… even if he had missed it,
"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle.Roselle who was about to take her seat halted but she forced a smile on her face to assure the butler. "It's alright, Elijah. There is no need to transfer places. I am fine with dining right here. It's not like this is the first time I'm going to eat alone," she replied when someone's voice echoed, pulling their attentions."Would you mind if I join you, Lady Roselle?" Roselle whipped her head towards the source of the voice, and an elegant grey-haired lady was smiling, approaching her. This was the first time Roselle saw a grey-haired Werewolf.They said that the major indicator that a Werewolf was old and ancient was their grey hair. The woman walking towards her was still very beautiful and elegant, exuding a regal aura of probably a queen dowager
"He… he agreed?" Roselle's face was suddenly drained of all colour. However, her facial expressions did not change in the slightest."I haven't met my husband or the prince yet, but it appeared this was what the council had concluded and decided on. If the prince had not given his consent, there would be no way that anyone could have made a move.""I see…" was all Roselle said. But her reaction was clear to the Duchess. It was obvious Roselle was affected and was even probably devastated, and heart broken, judging from the dispirited look in her eyes.This was not what the duchess had expected. Didn't she hate Romeo that she didn't even allow him to sleep with her in the same room? Rowena had heard that yesterday, the prince left the princess' room and slept somewhere else. Even the servants have started gossiping, saying that the princess must have kicked him out in the middle of the day.So, what was with her betrayed expression now? Could it be that they were missing out on an impo
Roselle ended up spending the entire time waiting up for Romeo in their room, sometimes pacing up and down, sometimes sitting on the bed in a daze – but he never did appear. She eventually fell into a troubled and fitful sleep, plagued with a painful and heavy heart.When she finally woke up, her gaze immediately fell to the empty side of their bed before she turned her head towards the window. It was already night. Though she slept, it felt as though she did not get any rest but suffered greater mental torture if it was even possible.A bitter smile curved on Roselle's lips. Her resigned heart could only conclude that he must have gone ahead and slept with those beautiful concubines of his. No matter how she tried to deny her feelings nor ignore it, the reality is that she hated how her heart squeezed in pain. A soft bitter chuckle escaped from her lips as she buried her face in her palms. She could not help but laugh because now that her husband finally did what she had been expecti
Roselle stiffened at his words but she maintained her indifference. "Nothing happened.""Look at me, Rosella." He said firmly. And when Roselle refused to obey, Romeo took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and opened them again. "Don't make me repeat myself…"Roselle finally turned, and she could not believe that even at this moment, the stunning beauty of the man before her still could cause her breath to catch in her throat. Why does he have to be this bewitching?Trying her hardest to keep her emotion hidden from him, Roselle looked at him with emotionless eyes.The muscle in Romeo's cheek ticked along his jaw but he stayed very still for a long moment, as if he were having his very own internal battle within him while scrutinizing his wife's face."Alright… I won't ask why you're acting like this anymore." His gaze softened. "Why don't you question me instead, wife? Won't you dig and find out the reason why I couldn't spend the day with you?" came his impossibly a
Romeo finally lifted his head from the thoughts of his maddening wife that were plaguing his mind and realized that no one else were in the room but the ladies who were with him. This made him narrow his eyes dangerously.The bolder one of the two women was already undressing in front of him. "Your Highness, we could tell you're in a very foul mood. Did your wife kick you out of your bed again? Do not worry, we are here to serve and please you, Your Highness." The other woman whispered to him as she caressed his chest seductively. "Let us help you relax." She added as the other woman approached him, naked.Romeo felt the rage he was trying so hard to suppress rapidly explode out of him. "Who gave you both the permission to do this!?" he snarled in a wintry, hostile voice."Y-Your Highness, pl-please don't think about anything else and –"His eyes immediately burned red, and aura flamed outwards, causing the women to be knocked back a few steps and they even started to tremble just by