Margaret follows me into our bedroom and slams the door behind us. I drop my towel from around my body and it falls on the floor at my feet. I can feel her eyes burning against my back as I pull on my clothes. "How dare you?" She growls in my direction. When I turn to look at her I expect to see her eyes swirling with the color of her wolf's but they are not. Her brown eyes are wide and glistening with tears. Smoothing my skirt with my hands, I don't bother to look her in the eyes while I look for my shoes. "I don't know what you mean," I say sweetly. She takes several steps towards me and lifts my chin so my brown eyes are staring into her own. "You think you can take him from me," Margaret says with a hint of fear in her voice. "But he is mine.""Correction," I say, holding up my finger to stop her rant. "YOU belong to HIM," I emphasize my words as I speak to her. "You will never be anything more than a slave to him. How are you so blind that you cannot see that?"Be
The day's chores went better than usual. Margaret was surprisingly lenient on me. She even met me with a few smiles. I cannot help but think that maybe she is trying to bury the hatchet after I told her that I was not trying to get into Alexander's bed. But there was one thing for sure. I would have to try and get on Alexander's good side if I want to find out about the prophecy. I can only hope that doesn't require me to end up in his bed. After finishing the day's work I rip off my shoes and toss them carelessly in the corner of the room. Flopping down on my bed I stare up at the ceiling. Margaret enters the room not long after and throws something in my direction. "What's this?" I ask as a box hits my stomach with thud. Margaret clears her throat awkwardly and shuffles a little bit where she stands. "I noticed that you are always taking off your shoes. I found you a more comfortable pair."Sitting up, I open the box and find a pair of brand new shoes. I cannot rem
Margaret is shaking as she takes my hand and walks through the door to Alexander's bedroom. I inhale deeply trying to remember the scent that used to hang heavily in the air. The faint scent of vanilla that used to be so alluring to me now makes me feel sick to my stomach. His bedroom is decorated just as I remember. Large dark wood furniture engulfs the space of the bedroom. Dark burgundy blankets and pillows cover the massive four poster bed that is nestled in the center of the room. Curtains of the same color of burgundy hang heavily over the windows, blacking out any light that might shine through them. All in all the room is dark and depressing. I cannot remember what I used to find so enticing about it. Dragging me to the center of the floor, Margaret releases my hand and stands awaiting directions from Alexander. I watch as her blonde hair curtains around her face as she keeps her eyes trained to the ground. Carefully I look from Margaret to Alexander and back to M
Margaret is panting heavily on the bed next to me. "You aren't done yet," Alexander says roughly from the corner of the room. I look at Margaret with a clueless look on my face. I don't know what to do next. Still needing to feel my release I slide my fingers down into my own core and pump one in and out slowly. "Ah... ah... ah..." Alexander says with a smirk on his face. "You can only touch each other.""Straddle my face," Margaret says from beside me and I look at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure," I ask her and she nods eagerly. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I whisper with a chuckle and she laughs a little at my words. "Maybe," she says as she gives me a little wink. I shake my head at her as I look down at her naked body. Her beautiful golden blonde hair is spread around her head like a halo and she looks angelic. She has a wide smile spread across her face as she beckons me forward with one of her fingers. Her chocolate brown eyes are glittering with excitement
I cannot take my eyes off of Victor as he strips off his clothes. His back is turned to me so I admire his muscular back and toned arms. As he pulls down his pants I cannot help the blush that forms on my cheeks at the sight of his tightly firmed ass. The tips of my fingers tingle, begging me to run my fingers over his shoulders and down his back. The familiar pressure begins to build in my core as I think about all of the things that we could be doing together. "Natalia," Victor says as he glances over his shoulder. "Stop thinking whatever you are thinking.""I don't know what you are talking about," I say innocently. Victor turns to face me and I have to focus hard on keeping my eyes on his own. "I can smell your arousal from here," he laughs as he saunters towards me. Once he is a few steps away he snickers as he stares me in the eyes. "You can look at me," he says cockily.I let out a little scoff at his words as I push past him and make my way into the spring. "I was
The loud bell rings loudly waking me from my sleep. I look over at the empty bed across the room and I wonder where Margaret is. When I was the King's sex slave he would never let me spend the night in his chambers. It was not until he started to pursue me as a mate did he finally allow me that privilege. Stretching my arms wide to the side, I make my way over to the dresser that we share and pull out one of my maid uniforms. Just as I am pulling it over my head there is a knock on the door that separates our room from Alexanders.Straightening the dress, I quickly button up the front buttons and open the door. The metallic smell of blood fills my nose as soon as the door is opened. Alexander is holding the door open with one hand and gestures for me to come inside with another. Hurriedly I glance around the room looking for Margaret. That is when I see her huddled in the corner. A broken bloodied mess. Without hesitation I rush to her side and check her breathing. I roll
I rip my fingers away from the book and the symbols return on the cover. I drop the mattress back into place and my heart begins to race. I look between the door and the mattress and back to the door again. Alexander knows that I am in here. Now is not the time. "Now is not the time," I repeat to myself out loud. Placing the clean sheets back on Alexander's bed I smooth them over with my hands to make sure there are no wrinkles. Quickly I gather the bloodied sheets in my arms and make my way out of the King's chambers. As soon as I open the door to leave it feels as if the book is calling to me. Dropping the sheets at the doorway I make my way back over to the bed. Just as I am about to lift the mattress I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. Running my hands over the bed I pretend like I am smoothing the sheets as the door to Alexander's room creeks open loudly."What are you doing here?" The voice of Raphael sends a cold shiver up my spine. I turn to him quickly and
After hours upon hours of scrubbing I finally got the blood stains out of the sheets. I trod up the hill with the wet sheets in my arms when it starts to rain. Casting my eyes to the sky I let the rain fall freely on my face, washing the tears that I had shed away from my cheeks. As I stare at the rain I hear someone call my name from up ahead. With my eyes blurry from the rain I look forward and see someone running towards me. Larissa. "Natalia," she says with a bit of exasperation in her voice. "What are you doing out here in the rain?"I shrug my shoulders as I push past her. The last thing that I need is more friends on my path to self destruction. No. If I am going to seduce Alexander I need to seclude myself as much as possible. I refuse to bring anyone else down with me. But Larissa chases me down anyway. "You didn't answer me," she says cheerfully as she catches back up with me. "What are you doing out here in the rain?""The King needed me to wash these sheets