ANDREA I knitted my fingers tightly against each other as I waited, my wolf purring in my chest. Where were they?Everything happened so swiftly I forgot to yank myself out of thoughts. The first second, Pamela, had me cornered against a wall, questioning me and the next? Darius was telling at her. Before I could even gather breaths, he'd already hurdled her up the stairs away from the prying eyes in the hall.I was able to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face when he came to stop Pamela from harming me. Rage. His eyes sizzled with bright red gleams that I assure you didn't find from the flashing light.I felt his rage. A scalding heat rolled up my spine and in the moment, I stayed there, asking myself what I had gotten myself into. After he left with her, everyone had their eyes on me. Many of them had the audacity to even make comments— comments I couldn't hear.“Who's she?”I ft the weight of their gazes burrow deep inside me. While I waited for her to come over, I clench
DARIUSMy heart beat heavily in my chest as I flashed my gaze over to her. Andrea. I felt like tearing through Pamela for laying her paws on her. I eyed Andrea's flesh with a slow precision. “Why are you suddenly protective of her, Dar?”Pamela's voice fisted its way into my ears. I heaved out a sigh, my jaw clenching. I raised my head to meet her gaze and despite how hard I tried to conceal my wolf's rage, it reflected in my eyes. Heat glided down my back. Every breath I drew in became labored.“Because..” I growled, my voice grabbing the attention of everyone in the hall. They all shot glares at me, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and interest. A growl teased at the inner corners of my vocal chords but I bit back at it.Everyone here would be more than delighted to see me enraged. What would make it worse was if they found out it was about Andrea, a weak werewolf Luna. Ah-ah! Got it right this time. I was far too enraged to celebrate.Pamela trespassed. She'd just tore throug
PAMELA "You know, I have been wondering," I continued as I moved to stand beside her. She made a soft hmm sound. "How does it feel to be the only werewolf in a pack of lycans? Must be lonely." She scoffed lazily. "I manage," she simply said. Her calmness only made me angrier. Why wouldn't she react? Why wouldn't she pick offense with my word and then fight back? Probably because she was just a weak and pitiful wolf and I was a Lycan. "I am sure you do," I said to her with spite through gritted teeth. "Yes." "Though I have to say that dress is quite bold for someone so new to our ways." Finally, she turned to face me fully. Her green eyes were steady on my face and looked so unimpressed by me. "Is there something important that you wanted to say to me, Pamela?" Her brows rose in her forehead. The way she said my name like I was nothing made fury rage in my ears. She addressed me as if I was just another pack member instead of the lycan who had warmed the king's
PAMELAI was standing in front of the large gold plated mirror in my bedroom.My brush went through my long hair over and over again in my absentmindedness.I kept at it, my mind eons away as the brush moved until my hair was shining like silk. The sound of footsteps in the corridor drew me out if my world of thoughts.I sighed as I dropped the brush and started at my reflection in the mirror.Tonight was important. Darius was throwing a feast for that stupid common wolf, that dog, Andrea.I was still baffled at how that common wolf had somehow wormed her filthy way into our pack and into the palace.And as if that was not enough for the hungry beggar, she had taken my place.How she had climbed up the ladder and into my seat still irked me greatly.I shut my eyes briefly while I willed my mind to remain calm and free it anger.Tonight I couldn't disgrace myself by allowing that bitch to set me off.I needed to be royal and regal, an elegant concubine that she can't beat.I turned a
DARIUSI had just gotten out of the pack healers office when I felt a sting in my chest. My heart jumped. I clenched my fists tightly before turning towards the other end of the hallway. The hallways were empty. The celebrations had begun. I had to get back to the pack house and get dressed for it. I rushed all the way to the back door of the pack house and yelled at the guards to open it for me. I rushed in the instant it opened and made my way down the hallway.I continued running blindly without taking much time to glance at my surroundings. I ran into three male guards on my way back to my chambers. Once I got to the wing where my chamber was, I darted towards it.My legs began to hurt when I grew closer to the door. I reached for the doorknob and gripped it before twisting it and making my way into it. I rushed in slowly, taking slow steps as the words of my wolf rang in my head over and over again.Why the hell did he want me to apologize to Andrea?I was a highly revered lycan
DARIUS“Are you okay? You scared me to death with the sudden run to the bathroom.” The sickeningly sweet sound of Pamela's voice filled my ears as I walked out of the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair before yanking it, trying my best to keep images of Andrea locked in my arms from flashing through my mind.Yet, every corner I shot my gaze at, reminded me of my naive werewolf princess. There was no escaping her. I thought having sex with Pamela would help my wolf get her off his mind but from the looks of things, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.I clenched my hands into tight fists, drawing on sharp breaths before walking towards the door. Of course Pamela followed. She clung to me like a tattoo. I didn't want to upset her by sending her out of the room like I would any of my other concubines. I paused by the door and reached for its knob before pulling it open. It creaked open and I caught sight of one of the guards who happened to be walking down the hall.“Has