Seranda’s Pov. my body shivered in fear with every word, the beast voiced out. I could not bring out its shape, everywhere was suddenly so dark, that I could barely see anything past my nose. The blazing red eyes filled with hunger, lust, and mischief look down at me. ‘’Please, I promise never to return if you let me go’’ who was I kidding? I was begging but something in me knew it was only getting whatever creature I was under its mercy excited. ‘’Why should I be a little wolf? I want him. It's been such a long time, years I have waited to have him, I have waited for years to have a moment as such. Yes he took mine and now I will take his but that is when he comes. So tell me how do I let you go?’’ His thrilling voice sent fear in every fiber buried deep within my bones. If fear was what I felt hearing him the first time, then panic, anxiety, gruesome fear was what I was feeling at this moment. I was not ready to die just yet. I could not breathe as his big strong hands shoved b
Third person povDamon and the men have been so busy ever since the recent attacks from the Rogues of the dark forest. A constant enemy they have been over the years. Time flies so quickly, Damon Williams had been only 10 years old when he was sent away, it was not the wish of his mother but that of the first queen. Someone had to leave and be groomed and not wanting her only son whom she wants to be king to face the cruelty of war and the dangers of living far away in the barracks without safety and guards, she chose his most prominent rival. Since the king had been in a bad health condition during that period, it did not surprise anyone when Damon Williams, the second prince and favorite son of the king had been the chosen one. Queen Emma cried, she wept for days and nights but there was nothing she could do. Gertrude was not only the queen but the first wife of the king. She was only a concubine and with such a statue she could not protect her children from the laws of the land o
Seranda’s povI've never been so safe all my life, staring at the daring eyes of Damon as he held on to my waist tight, I could feel my body finally give in to the aches and tiredness. ‘’sleep..we will soon be out’’ he whispers into my ears as I fall prey to his words. Darkness took over every part of me and I only woke when I felt relaxed. ‘’My lady’’ Madam Grace calls out to me as she springs to her feet. She was not the only one. The room had more than just the cook and her mate, from the far end I watched his back as his wolf tattoo took me deeper. His physic is indeed the best I have seen and may certainly see. ‘’Water’’ I managed to say. My throat was dry from sleeping for such a long time. We were back home and not even a crash from yesterday's event was left on my body. ‘’You should know better not to walk into a path strictly forbidden’’ his calm yet daring voice echoes all over the room. It was the cue for everyone else aside from me to leave and not without another word h
Third Person pov.Ever since Damon and his men departed, the capital had not had stability. The rate of crime seems to be increasing by the minute. As Prince Philip and his mother played a great role in whatever schemes they were hatching, Emery was rather busy trying to help the authorities seek out the problems. Prince Edward lay in bed too tired to lift a muscle. Just like Philip, he did not feel good about staying back in the capital while Damon and Kurt could go off and make a good reputation for themselves before the people. ‘’My prince, dinner is served” an omega announced. ‘’I have no appetite” Prince Edward announced, as he walked his way to the bathroom. The coldness of the shower did not take his worry away. Rather it made him think deeper. Everyone was aware Damon was the most favored son and his chances of sitting on the throne were higher than none other. He did not want to lose to him. It was their time to shine. Unlike the others, he is the most hated, the unfavored,
Seranda’s pov. I woke up to sweet humming, the melodious sound sounded so pleasing to the ears, it was urging me to sleep more, but my body had had enough rest for one night. My eyes gradually opened to the waking of the world. ‘’Good morning my lady, "Sarah greeted charmingly. Unlike how I had expected to see her all covered in bruises and badly beaten up, she looked nothing like what I had thought. She was fresh and even had this glow on her face. ‘’You look good today, what's the occasion?'' I asked climbing out of bed. Unlike the previous day, my body felt much more energetic. “ Well, since you asked, I would be the one to spill the tea,” she answered enthusiastically. There was so much joy in her than in a newly wedded couple. ‘’Not only was I released but the lord would be taking me with you. Well, it is not great news but how about I tell you, shopping was taken care of and it was handmade by Princess Emery herself?”. Well, that was some incredible news. Emery was one of the
I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.I don't feel anything. I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. The bird's songs wake me up. Other than every other day, today felt different. In the dungeon, she's lying on the floor, barely alive. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be ki
“Who dares interrupt the sacrifice of the great god of the dead?”The high priest and other spiritual leaders of the clan stood up looking for the culprit while the crowd held their breaths. This was not a good sign, such has never happened in the land and it is considered a bad omen. Black rode before the crowd, with Damon sitting on his back all high and mighty. “‘I do”“Your Highness, with due respect, it is not the border and as such you have no grounds here” Mark Logan chief of spiritual cleansing and incantations, stood up before him. Damon knew better, he was not ready to get into politics or tackle power with his half-brothers. Climbing off the black, he walked up to the fragile figure lying on the ground barely clothed, his heart ached just staring at her state, she was covered in bruises of every shape and kind. This made him wonder what type of life she has had to endure in the last 18 years. He was not new to the happenings of the ritual, however, he wasn't going to stand
“Even so Philip, you shouldn't have fought with Big Brother out in the open, it just goes a long way to confirm you can not handle your temper”“Big brother? Kurt you are the youngest and you dare address me by my name and my junior big brother?” It was not a secret Damon was his favorite brother despite the fact they shared different mothers, he had not been to the capital for a long time However, Kurt loved him the most. “Philip, chill he is only a boy and knows nothing about the politics of the land”“Edward I may know nothing about the politics of the land but am aware of the dignity of the royal household. And that should be your priority, it is no doubt your harlot of a mother would rather spend her time screwing a guard than teaching you how not to wash your dirty undies in public”“you ……”’“That's enough, You are brothers and as such you have to live and help each other. Damon, the slave….”’“‘Father, she is my mate, she is going nowhere.” Damon could feel the piercing gaze