Blackwood's PoV10 years later It was time again, just like every other night, it wouldn't miss neither would it go on a vacation for one night. "Are you guys ready? It's happening again!" My wife yelled, standing so closely to me."I have my pop corn ready." Another voice said, walking into the room through the walls.I don't know what drive me crazy more, the sword hung right above my body, the electric machine, or the fact that I am surround with not two dead people, but a thousands of them.They are all sandwiched in here, going and coming as they please. Peace? I had no peace. Every seconds, every minute, every hours, they whisper in my ear. Their dead eyes poking at me, scrutinizing my every move. If I could ask for anything in the world, it would be one hour of total silence. Just me, laying on this bed and nobody else in the room."Are you really praying for us to be gone?" My wife asked, floating right above me, "sorry, but we can't. We are here to serve you, our king."
Justin's Pov.I smiled contentedly, watching as the sun hit her face, bringing out her beauty. It's been 60 years, 60 years that I have been married to her, my mate. And for sixty years, we have fought, made up, stand by each other, faced it all... together. She was and still is the only woman for me. She's my forever mate."I know I'm pretty, but stop staring. It would make my husband mad." She mumbles, her eyes close."Good thing I’m your husband then." I grinned, placing kisses at every available spot in her face, moving down her neck and to her cleavage."Don't tell me you are horny, cause I'm on a vacation." She groaned in my mouth. "I don't think your body is on a vacation." I murmured, dipping my fingers into her already wet vagina."Justin. The... fuck... the kids." She moaned, as I thrust my fingers dipper into her. "You can only do one, my love. Either moan, or warn me about the kids." I mocked, staring into her eyes lazily, rubbing my finger up and down the length of he
Rachael's POV"Could we just have some peace?" I groaned in frustration covering my ears with both hands.The entire building is buzzing with sounds; loud music from the sitting room where people were gathered to rejoice and make merry. They turned up the volume of the music so highly that I wondered how they could even hear themselves inside there.It was the birthday of all four sons of Alpha Blackwood; the Alpha of the Crimson Pack. They are quadruplets but not identical.Justin, Jake, Jackson and Jared in that order, they were called. And just in the same way they are not identical, all four sons also acts differently.Stretching and yawning, I stood in the middle of the kitchen admiring the spotless clean look I had given it. Now all that is left for me to do is, take out the thrash and then I can head back to my room or anywhere else where I can have some peace and quietness.. away from all the madness.I picked up the trash in the kitchen and put them into the trash can, then I
Rachael's POVI heard gasps from all around the room and I was as confused as ever, unable to put the pieces of what went on together.With no clue of what to do next, I took off on my heels, running out of the throne room as fast as I could without stopping. My room was the only safe haven on my mind, as I ran. I heard a few people calling after me but it was of no use. I wasn't going to stop for any reason. Everything was just too much for me to bear.I got to my room, quickly opened the door and got in. It was a very tiny room, tinier than any other servants room in the palace, and having a torn mattress inside didn't help that much. Perks of being the only slave in crimson pack. I needed air, so I stuck my head outside my window and just breathe in the fresh air steadily. "What's going on?" I said, as I began to pace around the room, wondering what had just happened in there. I never thought I or anyone else could have four mates all at once. It had to be a joke!I must have he
Rachael's POVI thought becoming the mate of the sons of the Alpha, would change my situation for good. Even if I didn't like them, and knew that they loathed me even more, I felt it wasn't so bad if it could afford me the luxury of being treated well at least.I had this tiny thought that it would change my status in the Pack, from a slave to something much more prestigious. Yet, there I was, in the Alpha's bathroom, standing on a chair and cleaning the walls as carefully as I could.Alpha Blackwood was a very meticulous person who never liked to see any dirt around him. He was clean to the core, and had made it a rule that I was the only one allowed to clean his bathroom. So if a single speck of dust was ever found, he at-least knows who to punish.I scrubbed the wall with the brush in my hand, as hard as I could, after spotting something brownish on the wall that just wouldn't go away that easily.I heard the Alpha's bedroom door open, and thought it would either be Alpha Blackwood
Justin's POV"Damn you!" I yelled, hitting a punching bag a few times, as hard as I could.The event that had occurred in the throne room left me boiling with anger, and I decided to cool off by taking out my anger on a punching bag.But it wasn't the bag that deserved those punches and I knew it. It was my father who uttered such words without even thinking. Everything was a game to him, even life-changing decisions like that. I loathed that part of him.I felt so betrayed by him. All through the conversations we usually had, there had been no indications that he had any doubts whatsoever about me succeeding him as the Alpha of the Crimson Pack. So why did he make such decisions? How could he have made such a decision?The more I thought about it, the harder I hit the punching bag. "Take that, you fool! Take that!" I yelled, hitting harder with every renewed punch, ignoring my body's signal to slow down a bit as I began to feel a bit tired."Arghhhhhhhhh." I yelled out in frustratio
Rachael's POV"You better don't fall from my hands." I whispered to the plate, as it almost slipped while I tried to place it on the rack after washing.If that had happened, i would have been in so much trouble. Thankfully, it didn't. I dropped the plate carefully and went back to wash the rest of the dishes.Of all the chores which I disliked, doing the dishes was my favourite. It afforded me the time to think and reflect on so many things and except for the times when there were too many or there was an occasion which required that I did them very quickly, it was relatively not difficult at all.I loved the sight of the water when I moved my hands around it, after pouring in the dishwashing liquid causing it to foam. It felt so good that sometimes, I forgot that I needed to wash and not fool around. It has landed me in trouble a few times, but I struggled to learn from it.Anyway, I whistled aloud as I did the dishes with a smile on my face. I still felt a little pain from the inj
Rachael's POV"You must be raving mad!" Justin growled at me, grabbing me by the neck once again.This time, his fingernails dug deep into my skin.. causing me to bleed. His anger knew no bounds and no matter how much pain was shown on my face as I struggled, he wouldn't let go.Instead, added more pressure.. delighting in my pain as he tried to prove his point. "I would never grovel at your feet." He said, bringing his face close to my ears. "And for this stupid request you have made, I will be sure to put you in your place very soon, slave!"I must have flattened his ego with my request, and that was the plan; my plan. I wanted to bring him down to Earth so he'd understand how it feels on my side of the world. Guess he wasn't ready to learn yet."Okay then." I managed to shrug. Staring at him lazily... I said, "You've made your point. Now, let go."He did the opposite of letting go.. he squeezed my neck a bit more, causing me to gasp for air. On seeing I wasn't going to back down