Hati and Skoll are definitely the sons of Fenrir in Norse Mythology but I am not going to make an "accurate" depiction as I only used their names for this story and nothing more. Anyway, this chapter finally reveals a bit of information of their church. If you like the story so far, don't hesitate to comment~ Thanks for reading till now! ^^
When I woke up, it was already dark. The discomfort I felt came from the hard concrete floor where my body lay after I fainted, which had brought me back from my sleep. Another was experiencing a different kind of pain, rather it was more of discomfort, that was spent from the magic I used beyond my limit. Oh right, I thought to myself. I turned to see the Alpha leader sleeping on the floor next to me, I should bring him to bed. It was the least I could do after he fought the war for our pack. However, when I tried to lift my body, I couldn’t move. Perhaps this was the consequence of using an advanced spell. It was a miracle that I successfully extracted the poison without fainting midway. I was glad that I secretly practiced the Lycan scrolls during my youth. I sighed as I relaxed on the floor and I felt awkward being next to the man who was responsible for this. Speaking of which, what was that earlier? I was mixed with a lot of emotions that overwhelmed every ounce of logic.
I continued to sob as I laid in a fetal position on the other side of the bed. I attempted to hide my despair yet my body continued to shake from the feeling of his essence still inside of me. Anger and humiliation only roused these tears as I wiped them, feverishly. A woolen blanket was placed on top of my bare, defiled body and I grimaced. “I don’t need your pity, Lord Varick.” “Ah, so you do have some backbone left. I thought you church maids were like lambs, blind followers of a deceitful shepherd.” I didn’t answer as I was overwhelmed with the tears flowing once more. “Crying is for the weak, what do you gain from it, woman?” “WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT I FELT LIKE THIS?!” I yelled but the effect only made my swollen cheek hurt. “You cried over a trifle deed,” he says, coldly. “This pain wouldn’t be nothing compared to childbirth.” Words of mockery only sparked more anger as I gritted my teeth. I was certain he had no idea what childbirth felt and he had no right to lect
“Shall I wash your hair, Lady Rosaria?” Lenalee asked as she caressed the strands of my hair. “Ah, n-no, I can do it my-myself,” I stammered and I quickly pursed my lips before I uttered another humiliating word. She had a look of a small, whimpering dog after my response. “I understand, my lady.” And I felt my heart being torn from seeing her expression. But then again, I allowed her to bathe me and that alone was humiliating enough. Since coming here, I thought I was fine doing what I needed to do as I was capable of cooking and cleaning on my own. The maids were silently glad that they didn’t need to attend to my needs. After all, we the noviates are capable of doing them and independence was one thing we were taught growing up. But now, the Alpha leader sent them home and was replaced by one young maid. I didn’t understand his way of thinking anymore. She used a warm towel to wipe the dampness of my arm. I caught sight of her staring longingly with admiration before she
I hadn’t seen this marketplace so bustling and alive before. There were street performers dancing to beautiful foreign music, the bars were even open during this day as the men were frolicking every opened bar, taking all the tables. So the barmaids had to add more tables outside. When one of them caught sight of Varick, he raised his arms and greeted him. “LORD VARICK! It’s rare for you to be outside!” An old man with a brown eyepatch stood up as he patted his back. When he caught sight of me, I flinched and stared on the ground. “I take it you were having fun with your luna last night?” My eyes widened at such awkward familiarity and I looked up, waiting for Lord Varick’s response. He shook his head as he frowned. “You’re drunk even when the sun’s up, old man. Be grateful that the enemies weren’t here to strike us now.” “My lord, don’t forget to enjoy every now and then. You’re still young, after all.” His eyes darted on me before he grinned. “Make sure to keep him happy, Hati
So how could I describe my husband after our rare encounters? He was a monster who attacked my adoptive father, forced me into this marriage just because the Moon Goddess gave her answer to the Seer, defiled me not once but twice on two separate occasions and now he said he didn’t desire me. I may not be knowledgeable about the lovemaking process, but after some visits to the library, it was clear how it should be done.We “both” didn’t enjoy this, and we just hated each other more than I thought. It was all for the sake of impregnating me and seeing how people were receptive to his death was a normal occurrence in the Skollist pack.After all, before him, his ancestors didn’t live to see their child grow older and that was why Lord Varick who finally had his fated mate, needed an heir as soon as possible.You could say I both hated and pitied him. It was a confusing feeling right now.I sighed as I leaned on the largest oak tree in the middle of the marketplace. Lord Varick had left
The sun set south and it felt like a perfect end to the vibrant day of the pack’s celebration. The wolves went back to their shops, busying themselves with the routine of closing their designated businesses. The pack were both satisfied and weary from both the dance and the food and booze they stuffed all day long.With their earlier stares were no longer my worries as I was distracted from the stories this man, Kozart, was telling me while we were sitting under the oak tree.All his adventures were nothing but fascinating in my ears. Like I reverted back to my childhood of hearing Father Gossep each night with his exaggerated stories of his youth.But unlike my adoptive father who enjoyed giving me the thrill of his imagination, Kozart seemed to tell me things based on his true feelings of each of his adventures.“It was a myth that mermaids seduced men. Contrary to popular belief, they prefer women as they could make females of any race become their own.” “Is that how they reproduce
Like a beast ready to prowl on the weak, the Alpha leader’s expression was unreadable, yet his presence before Kozart was monstrous as his claw-like hand reached for his neck. Jumping from that distance, his stance in mid-air was perfectly bent, ready for a destructive blow. A surprise attack that no one couldn’t evade. Yet, my body, which moved on its own, was already standing before him. His expression changed briefly in surprise as I was now in front of his view, shielding the human bard with my trembling body. I shut my eyes tight, expecting a painful blow that could kill me. But instead, Lord Varick plunged and slammed his hand an inch next to me and directly to the cobblestoned ground. My eyes widened, multiple sweats dropped profusely as I felt my blood drained at that instant. Hadn’t he diverted his attack so meticulously, I would probably have my head detached by now. “Rosaria! What were you thinking?!” Two hands held on my shoulder and I was forced to face a worri
“Ah! Ah! Ngh! Lord Varick! No more!” His member continued thrusting inside my swollen opening. His hands held my thighs and spread it wide, giving him more accessibility. My hands were being tied on the bedpost, as I was becoming more aggressive each time we consummated our marriage rites. Being an impatient man, he tied me up for continuously disobeying him each time he demanded me to take off my clothes. And each night I was always crying from the overwhelming feeling of pain that wouldn’t stop yet at the same time as we continued with our nightly obligations. I felt a foreign feeling that I couldn’t understand myself. For this, I had never felt so disgusted with myself. He struck a bundle of nerves that made me see stars and I released a long throaty moan. “Oh? You... enjoyed that, former nun?” He continued thrusting into that same spot and I bit my lower lip, tears streaming from my eyes for my shameless display. “To think you enjoyed this with the man you claimed to hate?” H