I don't know what Kral was thinking, but the next day Kral ordered the team to run as wolves, and Bud was asked to drive me.The move raised eyebrows in the group. The proud lycans were no camels. When they turn into wolves, they only let their mate ride on their backs, or in some cases, the king and Queen.But this is an order from His Highness. Despite a look of disapproval in Bud's eyes, he complied.So now I'm on Bud's back, and in the dark of the night, I curl up my arms and legs, trying not to take up too much space. As for Bud, he was a burly lycan warrior with bright brown eyes and long brown hair, but he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.I understand him. Alen told me that Bud was a great warrior. Now, on Kral's orders, he's carrying me like a freight horse, and of course he thinks he's overqualified.Kral waved his arm as usual, and the lycans immediately stopped, and Bud immediately bent down to let me down, in a way that couldn't wait."Damn it, that woman feels so st
Since Bud took some of the men back to the palace to deliver the news, our return to the palace had been less urgent. Alen drove slowly in front of the carriage, while I and my master, Kral, read in the carriage. But the difference is that he is always enjoying the book, and I am the opposite. In order to understand that little book, I have been flipping through the dictionary to understand some unfamiliar words.My father’s Pack is not known for being powerful, so not all werewolves are good at reading and writing in our pack. When I was a child, my mother gave me an elementary education, so I know some spelling and basic vocabulary. After my mother died, I lived under Bernice's torment. My father did not find me a governess, and I gradually lost the opportunity to continue my education.But the situation has changed now. I am dealing with the Royal Lycans, a group of well-educated people.I sighed a few times, and a pair of long and strong hands took away my book."Tell me, as Alpha
I didn't sleep well.In my dream, I was trapped in a lake. I feel my skin wet. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were weak. The smell of vampires and the terrible face were still in front of me. I squirmed my body uneasily, and then I felt a cool sensation in my body. I try to breathe. The vampire's face in front of me began to blur...So itchy...I feel as if a kitten is scratching my calf with its tail. I felt a little itchy, unconsciously shrunk my body, and then the cat stopped for a moment, and then a large hand covered my calf.Wait, a large hand?I awoke suddenly. A pair of golden eyes were looking intently into mine. Still in a daze, I blinked, not comprehending what had happened. Kral gently brushed back the strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead, and the intimacy of the gesture brought me back to my senses.I sprang up and looked around."Where am I, master?" I subconsciously leaned back to keep some distance from him. Lycan's breath is sometimes too strong for me
The campfire was rekindled and I leaned against the tree in Kral's cape.One of the werewolves was knocked unconscious by Alen and placed in front of Kral with his hands tied behind his back. Kral changed his clothes again, and now he was sitting on a rock with a white handkerchief to wipe the blood-stained knife from his hand.It was the first time Alen had shown me his less gentlemanly side. With a wave of his hand, he slapped the unconscious werewolf hard. The werewolf jerked to life. Alen grips his hair indifferently and holds his face so Kral can see the werewolf directly."Who are you?"The long knife in Kral's hand was wiped clean, and the light of the knife reflected murderous intent in his eyes."I. . . I'm just trying to make a living... As you can see, I'm just a rogue. We were recruited by someone. He... he said he would give us a lot of gold if we could complete the mission."The man was trembling unceasingly. Although he did not have a knife wound on his body, his facial
The Third Person’s POVIn the drawing room, the housekeeper and the Lord looked at the three unconscious people on the dining table and let out a long breath."My Lord, what should we do?"The butler, who had been standing silently behind the Lord as a backdrop, nervously questioned Clair as he carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with the kerchief on his chest. His whole body seemed strained by the strain."Just give them the woman. Just follow our rules."Clair touched his beard, his fat eyes gleaming, and looked at the two men lying on the table, "I don't feel so good, especially the one who doesn't talk much..."The housekeeper could not help looking at the tall, dark-haired figure. Although he had fainted, the housekeeper remembered the man's threatening, overbearing gaze. It made his hair stand on end."What about them?""Get rid of it." Clair's moustache twitched and he gave a smug smile. He touched the small bottle in his arms and gestured to the housekeeper to take car
I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth."Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.In my trembling, the speaker approached me step by step, and I could only see the shape of his shoes through the gaps in the black cloth."Here she is, look at her," said the Lord in a slightly obsequious voice.The black cloth covering my face was removed.Nick's face caught me by surprise!"AH, Delia, my dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" He seemed content with my shocked look. His eyes savoured every trace of fear in my face,
"Who?" Nick only had time to ask before he was slashed to the ground.The sudden rush of air made me choke, and I covered my neck and sat on the floor feebly until a familiar pair of strong hands lifted me from the ground. The smell of liquor surrounded me, and black hair brushed across my face, giving me a warm scent."My poor girl, don't be afraid," Kral's hoarse voice rang in my ears. The tears of my face were slowly wiped away, and I saw myself in his eyes. Black Shadows welled up in his golden eyes. At that moment, I heard my own voice choking up and trembling: "Thank... Thank you."This is the second time he's saved me, I think."Your Highness, I hope you understand first come, first served!" A hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the room. Before he can finish his sentence, Nick pulls out his sword, and the gleam of the sword and Nick's crazy face comes straight at him."Watch out!" I immediately leaned over Kral's shoulder, spinning to expose my back to Nick's sword. The shar
The phantom shadow of the Black Wolf passed away. The blade of my knife had touched Nick's neck, and if I had gone any further, blood would have gushed out as I had expected.But it's too late. The neck and heart are the werewolf's Achilles' heel. Every werewolf is extremely sensitive to both. This time, I lost the last good luck."You think I'm going to let you do it again, b.itch?" Nick suddenly raises his head and grabs my hand holding the dagger. He squeezed the bones in my wrists as if to crush them."Ah!" I had to cry out in sharp pain. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. “You didn't think that a good-for-nothing who couldn't shift into a wolf would hurt you, did you?”Despair turns all my pain into anger. The desire to destroy everything rose in my body, and though the bones in my wrists were crushed to the point of breaking, I held the hilt of the knife as if I were holding on to my last ounce of courage.I hate myself for being different. I hate my weakness. But if the outco