Serana POV.
“You’re getting better at handling me, whore.” The monster says as he tightens his grip, grinding my hips faster and harder over his length.
I ignore him, the pompous asshat. I don’t actually care, I just want this over with, so I have learnt to fake it like the best of them. Switching off my emotions is what I have learnt to do since they captured me when I was five.
“I’m gunna come. Mmm, yeah.” I say high pitched, biting my bottom lip and squeezing my walls around him. His green snake-like eyes roll into the back of head when he moves, flipping us so I am now under him.
With my legs moved to his shoulders, he pounds into me, ruthlessly. He leans forward to kiss me and my breath catches in my throat. He said there would be no kissing on the mouth, so what the fuck is he trying to do?
Before he can, I lick and kiss his chest as I graze my teeth over his nipple, and he shudders. His movements become sloppy and I know he is close, so I moan louder as I squeeze him harder. He roars with his release, panting and chuckling before he opens his eyes and looks down at me.
“Better, much better. You are learning.” He says as he pulls out of me and I fake a smile at him. If I have learnt anything in this prison is that he likes it when I am submissive, so why shouldn’t I play along?
He pulls on his boxers and moves to the door. I sneer at him but quickly look down as he turns to face me. My fiery red hair falling around my face like a wall of flames.
“Tomorrow you will start working here. Report to the kitchens in the morning at five and ask for Lara. She will assign you your tasks. Goodnight Serana.” He says, and I snap my head up at him in disbelief as he closes the door softly.
What is he playing at?
He just gave me a job and even called me by my name!
Well, no matter what it is, he can shove it. He is nothing but an arrogant, egotistical flying lizard who should have remained extinct.
I climb off the bed and head towards the bathroom. As I look at myself in the mirror, I sigh. Just great as I see the new hickeys on my neck and chest.
Then again, growing up with only one tunic and wraps as shoes and only eating stale bread and water, I suppose this is miles better. It’s just a shame that the company is shit. I miss the women I grew up with; I wonder if any of them survived? I doubt it; I know many perished that night, Lycans included.
Turning away, I enter the shower. This is my usual routine after he has his way with me. Once done, I shampoo and condition my hair and step out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. In clean pyjamas, I climb into bed and go to sleep.
Waking at four, I groan to get ready for the day. This is going to be torture, but then again, I am indoors and can explore, so it’s not so bad. I only hope I don’t see his scaly ass anytime soon.
Heading out of the room, I jump in freight as I come face to chest with a guard. A werewolf. Instincts kick in as I back away into the safety of my room. His eyes widen and I think I recognise him. He is one of the guards from the camps.
Lycans and werewolves are different. Werewolves are aggressive, fierce and protective but not as deadly as the Lycans. It was always the Lycans and the dark fae that tortured us. Even the vampires didn’t touch us. If anything, they looked disgusted at how we were treated. Again, something I never understood.
“Serana. Come with me.” I gulp and look at the floor, remembering how to act. I move closer to the guard when it dawns on me. How does he know my name?
“I mean you no harm. I know who you are and what you are.” Huh?
I look up at him, and he winks at me as I move past him. What does he mean?
“Follow me, princess. I will take you to the kitchen.”
Why did he call me princess? I remember that is what the Lycan called me the night Vilkas emerged. Shrugging it off, I take the opportunity to look which way we are going, so I don’t get lost when I’m done.
There are beautiful tapestries lining the walls and crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The floor is white marble tiling with swirls of golds and greys through each slab. There are spaces on the walls where pictures used to hang.
I look at the empty space, before I walk quickly towards the guard. He halts and turns to grasp my upper arm.
“It is good to know you are safe, and that you survived. Keep your head down while you are here.” He points with his chin.
“Go. Lara is waiting for you.” He releases my arm and turns and walks away. Ok this is becoming strange.
I enter the kitchen and it is bustling with activity and I stand there not knowing what to do.
“You must be Serana. I am Lara and it is my job to make sure this palace is kept clean and everyone well fed. You will be on cleaning duty. I will show you where your things are. First, though, do you want breakfast?” I blink at her. Why is she being nice to me?
Lara is a beautiful lady, maybe 50 years old. Her blue eyes are kind, her brown hair has grey streaks through it as is tied neatly at the back of her head. She seems like the mother hen. I shake my head at her as she nods to me.
“Everything is there. Head to the south wing and clean it. Every room. Another girl will come to help you shortly.” Lara walks in front of me and leads me to the cleaning closet. I grab the cart and head the way she pointed.
How are there humans here? The guards I have seen are werewolves. Some are fae and some are vampires. Did he kill all the Lycans? I shake my head as I make my way to the south wing.
Keeping my head down, I reach the south wing. Looking up, I sigh as I look down the corridor. It goes on forever and I groan internally. I want to stamp my foot but I won’t. instead I push my cart forward and open the door to the first room.
Well, this will be easy. The room is practically empty. Apart from a single bed, nightstand, bedside unit, and TV. Simple enough.
I completed three rooms and two bathrooms before the girl Lara told me about appeared. I didn’t say anything to her. I just wanted to get my work done. She gasps.
“Serana?” I stop wiping the sink and turn around and come face to face with my friend from the camp.
“Pascha?”
Serana POV.“I thought you were dead? How?” I pull away from her and check her over to make sure she is fine. Pascha and I grew up together in the camp. She is like my sister. We were both meant to enter the labyrinth together, but then Vilkas came and everything was in chaos.“Same, I thought you were. How long have you been here? Why haven’t I seen you before now?” she asks, searching my eyes, and I sniffle as I shake my head.“The dragon king took me personally. I have been here since that night. He thinks I’m a Lycan.” I tell her and her eyes grow impossibly wide at my words.“That can’t be possible. Vilkas killed all the Lycans that were there that day. The Vampires, fae, and werewolves were given the option to either serve him or be slaughtered. They chose the former. They are all under strict rules that the humans aren’t to be touched, otherwise he will destroy their species.” I stagger back at her words. What?“Have you told him you aren’t a Lycan?” She sighs as she hugs me.
Serana POV.Well, my plan to stay in the library so I didn’t need to warm his bed failed spectacularly. Can’t blame a girl for trying. It took him three days to figure it out and now he makes sure he gets his fill of me before I run to my sanctuary.It has been a month since he gave me this assignment, and I have found nothing of use. The humans that work here were in fact in the camps and Vilkas set them free. Most Guards keep their distance from us, well me at least. They still think I’m a Lycan. Like can’t they tell I’m not by my scent?The only exception being the werewolf guard who said he knew who I was and had also been getting closer to me. I found out his name is Wesley and he was an Alpha once before the Lycans took over. Wesley hasn’t told me anymore about who I am and that sucks. Either way, I can say I have made a few friends in the palace, which is helpful. The other day I had a nasty encounter with one of the dark fae guards after Vilkas left the library.The scumbag
Vilkas POV.Man, it’s good to be alive again. Being dead for over 100 years wasn’t what I planned, but then again, I wasn’t planning for the love of my life, a Lycan bitch called Starci to betray me.Stupid cunt thought that by taking my heart scale, she could save her fated mate. Ha, little did she know that my heart scale can only belong to my fated mate. Well, I guess I will never know now. Considering all shifters were cursed.The Lycan bitch thought she could get away with it. Yes, I died, or so everyone thought. I only wish I could have been here to save Queen Marcia and King Ronan. The last phoenix and her human king, her mate. I have failed her and the humans.It was my duty to protect the humans and humanity from the evils in the world, but I failed. Marcia warned me about Starci, but like a lovesick fool, I ignored her council and look where that got me. Heartbroken, betrayed, and killed.Dragons are guardians, but I failed. But I vowed the day I crawled out of that volcano
Serana POV.Vilkas stops and I close my eyes, waiting for what will come next, but nothing. I try to look around but can’t because he has pinned me down and I can’t turn my head as I am laying with my cheek pressed to the desk.“You lie. She isn’t human. I would know if she was.” It’s becoming difficult to breathe as my heart races in my chest when I hear a gasp from somewhere in the room.“Serana, Majesty, what are you doing?” Pascha, I try to wiggle to free myself before he turns his anger towards her.“Stay out of this Pascha, please.” I say as my more tears leave my eyes.“No, Serana. Majesty Serana is human. I have known her since I was a child. We were both in the same camp. We grew up together. She is like my sister. Please Majesty, believe me. She is a human.” She pleads for me when he loosens his grip and I take a breath when his weight is gone from me. I slide to the ground with a thud.Hands grab me as I gulp in more air as I shake uncontrollably. He nearly raped me all bec
Serana POV.It has now been two weeks since Vilkas left the palace, and it has been nice. Even though my heart is in pain with each day that he isn’t here but I know that is because of the dragon scale.Everyone seems at ease, and the atmosphere in the palace is calm. We all do our jobs as usual, so it’s like nothing much has changed. The dark fae have tried to take advantage of the situation, but they were made examples of when they were killed by the wolves and vampires. I was worried that when his Majesty decides to return that he would punish them, but Wesley said he ordered us all to respect the humans. I had to scoff at that because I was not shown respect before he left. Especially by him.My secret is still safe and I know the three who know of my existence will never betray me. However, only Wesley knows I have the dragon scale. I know I can trust him with my life and he has had my back.Lara and Pascha have been seeing what else I am immune to, and it turns out I am immune t
TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!Serana POV.I turn and run from the room, down the long hallway to the door. My chest heaving and my vision blurry. The walls slowly close in around me and I feel sick.Running through the door, I keep running until I’m outside in the garden. Holding a hand over my mouth and a hand to my chest, I drop to my knees and cry. A cry of pain and devastation.I did this. It is all my fault. The death of my parent’s, the fall of humanity, everything it is all my fault. With those thoughts, I cry harder.“I’m sorry, little one.” I choke on the words of my phoenix.“Did you know?” I mumble to her as my emotions flow like a river, the same as my tears.“Yes, but I wasn’t allowed to tell you. You had to find out about this yourself. Don’t blame yourself because of the gift that was given to you.” I lift my head and look to the heavens.“A gift? A gift can be returned. This is a fucking curse. Millions died because of this. There has to be a way to g
Serana POV.Waking it is still dark, I use my phoenix eyes to see around the darkness of the room. Turning my gaze to Vilkas as he tightens his hold on me, I scoff internally at him as I remove his heavy arm from him and slip from under the quilt. How did I end up in his bed?Walking towards where my discarded clothes are, I put them on. I tiptoe to the door and I can taste freedom.“Where are you going?” Fuckity fuck, fuck, shit balls.“I have work to do, Your Majesty.” I bow my head at him when I hear him move from the bed and he stands in front of me in all his naked glory and I gulp.“Come back to bed. You can have a day off.” I roll my eyes. Why is he being nice to me? I think I preferred when he was a cunt, at least then I knew what I was dealing with.“Play nice. He saved us last night.” Bedelia reminds me.“Unfortunately, I can’t take a take off. I have chores to do. Please, Your Majesty, I don’t want to upset any of the staff.” I say, but that’s not true. If anything, since h
Serana POV.I stand rooted to the spot as I watch Joel, who I thought was my friend, looking at me with a panicked expression. Well, I’m so fucking glad I never told him who I am. The fucking traitor!“Rana, what are you doing here?” he looks behind him and I smile as I point to the cart behind me.“Was just about to start cleaning. Why? Are you hiding something? Oh my god, is it a unicorn? Let me see.” I say with a chuckle, and he gulps and looks nervous as fuck. Good, I will keep an eye on him.“A unicorn. No, it’s not. Anyway, I thought you cleaned here yesterday?” he asks as the dark fae walks in the opposite direction, and I watch them leave before I turn my gaze to him.“Oh, did I?” I roll my eyes and hit my forehead with the heel of my palm.“You’re right. I did. I’m losing my mind. All the hallways look the same.” I say with a chuckle as I turn and scowl with my back turned.“Rana, are you ok?” He steps loser to me and I stiffen.“Yeah, I’m ok. Are you?” I turn to face him and