That night, Roxanne and Emily binge watched four seasons of their favorite TV series of all time, " Friends." After that, Emily made sure that Roxanne had a good night rest by ceasing her phone and laptop. It made Roxanne sad, but it worked. She had fallen asleep two hours earlier than she normally did. Emily made sure her best friend was awake by 6:30 pm, since her flight was to leave by 9:00am. Emily singlehandedly crosschecked all of Roxanne's important papers, a gesture that made Roxanne laugh all the way. Everything was properly packed. Her clothes, toiletries, shoes, cosmetics, everything she could possibly need. If there was anything, Roxanne assured Emily she would be able to get it when she arrived London. After getting ready and putting all her luggages into the trunk of Emily's car, Roxanne was set to go as she entered into the front seat, beside the driver's seat. She looked down at her phone, it was 8:15 already. They had forty five minutes more to beat the Manhattan
As they drove to the palace, Lancelot continued to think of ways he could keep Roxanne away from the prying eyes of his family; especially his grandaunt; Eliose, the white wolf of the pack.If she was to ever see Roxanne, she would be able to sniff out the secret Lancelot was doing his best to keep away from them, at least for now; the secret that he had found his mate He would have to keep her in the guest chambers and hire separate maids for her. It was quite separate from the rest of the palace, even though it was in the same building. However, the chances of Roxanne running into any members of his family, before he had the chance to introduce her will be slim. Lancelot smiled in satisfaction. That was exactly what he would do. As they sat in the Limo, he turned to Roxanne. Her eyes were fixed outside the window, she was in absolute awe of the beauty of his city. "When we arrive, Roxanne would stay in the guest chambers." When she turned to him, eyes widened, he fought the urge
While Roxanne knew that she would not be resuming work until the next week - according to what Peter had said - and that the two days after she arrived London would be free for both she and her boss, she had not expected to be left with nothing. Nothing apart from files Peter had compiled for her, the files were supposed to enlighten her on Lancelot's schedule, daily routine, the differences between the calls she had to answer for him, and the ones she directed straight to him, his personal clients, a call log containing numbers of members of his board of directors, family members, his likes, his dislikes, their working relationship and what was expected of her as his interim personal assistant. That, and Lancelot's black card, it was supposed to be a sure pass in purchasing whatever it is she wanted, wherever she wanted. And by God, Roxanne swore to make the best of it in these two days. But first, it was Friday morning already and she had to study the files Peter had compiled for
The evening after she returned from her outing, even to the morning of the next day went by in a blur. After she woke up the next morning, all she could do was text Emily, go through some other files concerning her job, read a novel Peter had generously left her with, before she drifted off to sleep. Roxanne's eyes opened by 11:pm. It was then she realised she had slept most of her afternoon and early hours of the evening away. She let out a long and annoyed groan as she sat up. Knowing herself, she knew that it would be difficult go get sleep, now that she was awake already. As she sat up on her bed, she thought back to the events of the previous day. The second she stepped out of the car with Lancelot and Peter on Thursday was the last time she caught even a glimpse of him. Since she arrived, he had neither called for her, nor come anywhere close to her. Roxanne rose up from the bed, planting her barefeet on the floor as she walked to the bathroom. She was going to wash her face
Alas, the hour had arrived. The night they had all been waiting for. The Dankworth wolves stood side by side, each staring into the darkness of the night, determining the oath in which they would take for the hunt. Lancelot had mapped his trail already, it was to lead him straight to where a herd of deer would be resting for the night. He had already devised a strategy to draw one unfortunate one out, it was left for Ziko to follow the trail, and earn him his deer. No matter what happened tonight, Ziko knew that beating Albert's wolf was not a choice, or a necessity, it was definite plan, an event that had already been set in stone. Beside Ziko, James's brown wolf growled in anticipation. He could not wait to be make the biggest catch and earn his respect in the family. Maybe then, Lancelot would seize to talk over him. As Alpha of the pack, Edward's black wolf, Artemis, stepped forward. Albert, James, Richard and Bailey and Arthur's wolves stood behind him, awaiting instructions
They all sat in silence. Peter and Edward sat on the bench at the other end of the room, each man watching Lancelot very carefully. Many questions hung in the air, but none of them was ready to speak. At least not yet. After thirty minutes, doctor Stefan walked out of the room Roxanne was taken into. He took swift strides into the corridor. On hearing his footsteps, Lancelot's eyes rose up to meet the short man's sturdy frame. "Your majesty." He bowed to Edward, then turned to Lancelot. "Your grace."Lancelot stared at him, his face was void of any emotions. Even him didn't know what he was supposed to feel. Anger? Fear? Pain? Anxiety? He could not bring himself to feel any of it. What remained in him was emptiness, it was the only feeling Lancelot was used to. "She's been stabilised now." As doctor Stefan spoke, he caught the gleam of relief in Lancelot's eyes, even though his facial expression remained cold and hard. "She is asleep, but you can go in to see her." Stefan contin
She staggered back. This had to be one big joke.. Arthur rose his eyes to meet his mother. She stood, fixed to a spot, vibrating with anger. She had a horrific look in her eyes, as though she was going to kill somebody. Perhaps, she was. He made a move to hold her, but her furious glare warned him against it. She turned away, without a word and stomped out of the room.'I should have just kept my mouth shut' Arthur thought to himself, as Madeline slammed his own door at his face. Madeline couldn't believe her ears. Fourteen years, fourteen good years was how long it took her to raise Lancelot and groom him for this particular day. And after all these years, he still went ahead to make such a stupid mistake?! She walked briskly to Edward's study. She would go to her husband and Lancelot and demand an explanation for what he had done. There was surely no way that Lancelot would have been stupid enough to associate himself with a human female, and even if he did, he surely knew bet
Peter shrunk under the Queen's stare. From the look on her face and the tone of her voice, he could tell that she was not pleased. He stepped away from the door, allowing her entrance into the room. He closed the door behind her, bowing once more. "Your highness, I must apologise for the part I played in all of this. I should have adviced his grace against it. We should never have brought her here." Madeline looked down at him. As he stood with his head bowed in humility and submission,she could not find it in her to channel her anger towards him. Especially not after he had spoken so calmly and taken full responsibility for what Lancelot had done. But his apology was not enough. This issue had to be handled, and they had to do so carefully. But first, she had to know who the woman that had thrown her whole family into turmoil was and why she was here. Lancelot's bethroted, Eva Relish's father was a senior member of the council. If he found out that Lancelot had jumped on Albert