Cade growled lowly in her ears and felt her shiver under his touch, her body growing stiff. "Your sacred traditions aren't needed in my territory, little rabbit. Even fate that you strongly believe doesn't exist here," he whispered, sending chills to Zehra. She was so beautiful and enchanting, and Cade wanted nothing but to have his way with her, breaking her strong will. And the will to know her body more than she knew it was so strong that he wanted to take her now as the heat started to travel to every inch of his body. Cade took off the scarf away from her neck and kissed Zehra's porcelain skin neck to the spot where his mark would be permanent to see. At first, he gave her playful bites and a teasing lick, enough to hear her whimpering. Cade was about to further up what he was doing when.."My King!"A voice interrupted, but Cade ignored it. He was far too busy with his little rabbit, too lost in the sea of desire and impossible to pull him back to the shore. "My King!" The
Zehra didn't want to come there and live with people she had never met. And she didn't want to live with Cade either at all. The horse halted, and she sucked in a breath for a second; there was no noise until trumpets blew, and everyone gathered to welcome their King and his new mate. The entire palace was busy with the preparations for welcoming their King back. A grand feast was being prepared to mark the new victory, one of the many the King had achieved. "What if he marries the Nortlander she-wolf?" Riff asked as Queen Nethaira turned to face her sister. "Cade is not a fool," Nethaira answered as she opened her small casket to take out her kiseru (expensive smoking pipe fit for royals). She then opened a gold box, picked some scented tobacco, and filled the bowl of the pipe before lighting it up with a lighter flame. Soon enough, a fragrant orange and some lavender arose from the smoke she puffed. "A man will not go to war for a whore, Nethaira," Riff said sternly as she step
Zehra heard a loud voice chanting-like praising their King as her carriage was carried inside the gates to someplace she didn't have any idea. Even if she was with Ember, Zehra's heart was still beating wildly. She knew she was far away from home and now doesn't know the way back home. She heard footsteps outside as the guards probably returned the horses to the stable. It went quiet for a bit, but suddenly, someone opened the curtains, and Zehra gasped as Ember jumped in front to protect her. "Looks like the king brought a two whore from another kingdom," a man spoke as he grabbed Zehra's hand and pulled her off the carriage, pushing Ember away. "Leave her alone!" Ember said before jumping to the man and shifting mid-air before landing on top of him and biting his hand while holding Zehra. The man let go of Zehra, who ran to the corner, followed by Ember in her wolf form, and snarled at those men who wanted to get near her. One of the men shifted into his wolf and attacked Ember
"I want to see how the woman looked, Cade," Letisha said to her nephew and son. The servant was done preparing her bed and waiting for the command to take her on it. "You will be, Mama," Cade replied, smiling at her. "I heard she was beautiful and came from royal blood; is it true?" "Yes, indeed. I could tell she's a white wolf just like the color of her smooth hair."Although it's rare, Letisha seeing his nephew genuinely smiling was one of the few occasions Cade could do. She believed that the Cade she used to take care of when he was a child was still there. The Cade he was now somewhat honed by the tragedy he was in a few years ago. People call him a beast, a demon, and a killer, but to her, he was just a wounded little wolf and grew into a somewhat feral wolf. She believed his old boy must be somewhere hiding behind a persona he created. "I hope she'll save you, my child," Letisha said. Cade only smiled at her. "How about you go to sleep now, and tomorrow, I'll let you me
Zehra looked at herself in the mirror; seeing her face with blood on it, she almost cried. She was the reason why Cade took someone's life. Before that, countless deaths from her kingdom happened because of her, too. When will it end? Why did Cade keep on killing people? Did he like killing them, or was it just another deadly obsession?There were too many questions, and yet they will remain unanswered. She stood up, groaning in pain a little. She stripped her clothes off and went for a hot bath. There was a red bruise on her stomach from the punch of that man who almost raped her. Sighing softly, she got into the hot water, wanting to feel better than she felt right now. After taking a bath, Zehra sat on her bed-no, his bed, wearing her light pink gown that ended on her ankles. Her hair was wet and curly. When she sat, she pulled her legs to her face, thinking about everything that happened. "My lady," Ember entered, worried about the look of her lady. "Are you tired? Did you eat
Zehra's face paled as tears dropped from her eyes. She was scared of Cade doing what he said to her. The pain of being disrespectful is too much for her to bear. Zehra is a she-wolf who was highly respected not because she was a princess but because the Northern Wolf respected women. They are equal to men regardless of their rank. "This Alpha is too much, Zehra!" her wolf commented. "How dare he treat us like this!""This man is a rumored murderer. He's ruthless. He can have what he wants, even killing a whole kingdom just to obtain what he wants," Zehra agreed. "If only our mate-"Zehra and her wolf's small talk interrupted when Cade gripped the sleeve of her light nightgown and yanked it down. The soft cloth yielded to him, ripping down slowly. The nightgown ripped and fell down, leaving her arms bare. Zehra had a thin white slip, which was sleeveless, that ended on her mid-thigh, revealing hints of her cleavage and her long legs.The moment Cade's eyes made contact with the col
"This is against Lord Fenrir's principle, Cade," came a voice as Cade turned to face Suzane, Letisha's sister who married Cade's father's brother and lost her title as the former Queen. Suzane married her real mate after the King's death, her husband. Cade stretched as his servant removed his armor. He then turned his attention to his mother. "You wouldn't be my mother if you didn't question, would you?" he replied. "You got what you wanted," Suzanne spoke as she circled in. "And now what?" she asked, her eyes peering at him. "I'll claim her as mine in front of Lord Fenrir and the people." He spoke like it was the most obvious thing possible. "You will, but one of your consorts. Nethaira is already their Queen; you can't just throw her away. People had come to like her," Suzanne said. A cold chuckle left Cade's lips as he bent down, dismissing his servant. "Was that a statement or a question? Because as far as I remember, I am not six, and you are not the Queen of this Kingdo
Zehra's heart beat so loud. She was just reading the sacred book of Wolf Code by her elders to calm her heart from uneasy thoughts clouding her. She closed it gently, her heartbeat rising as she took in his rugged warrior look. His face was tanned with a layer of sweat and dirt, his eyes cold and dark. Cade's long hair was running wild like the fierce mane of a lion instead of the wolf he was. And the sword that hung from his torso scared Zehra the most. She heard a lot about Cade. Despite being a werewolf, he loved to use his sword rather than his teeth and claws. He loved chopping bodies and severing heads with that sword of his. Cade leaned down, and his lips pressed to Zehra's neck. She felt her body stiffen as her breathing grew. "You can't…can't touch me like this. It is a sin for both of us," Zehra said, trying to push him away from her. A deep chuckle rumbled on Cade's throat as she felt his soft lips replaced by his teeth. He started to suck and bite the place just above