Tara’S POV
My mind reeled. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the confusion in my soul. Was Ethan truly interested in me, or was this just another cruel game, another way to break me?
I met his eyes, searching for a hint of the truth, but all I saw was a dark hunger that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then that I was entering a dangerous game, one with consequences I could only guess at.
Ethan’s eyes glowed, taking a darker shade. Unconsciously, I purred. No, my wolf purred. I could feel myself getting moist between my legs from his mere touch. Could this be the reason Ethan gifted me a dress today, or did he remember my birthday?
Impossible! He hated everything about me; he always said he hated the fact I shared the same breath with him. A couple of hours ago, he almost killed me for rejecting him. Did it affect him that much that it changed his personality?
“So plump and soft…” he purred, his eyes eating up every curve of my breast. I swallowed the food in my mouth with tears forming in my eyes. I hadn’t eaten all day, but if my mate wanted me, I was willing to submit. It was a decision I was soon going to regret.
Ethan rose, towering over me like a great wall, my face opposite his broad chest, but his hands were still squeezing my breast. I squeezed my eyes shut, heart racing. My greatest fear was becoming a reality.
Ethan pinched my chin up to make me look into his eyes, but I was too scared to. “Open your eyes, look at me,” he commanded, and like a loyal fool, I complied.
He leaned In, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I should just claim you now, shouldn’t I? So you never think of rejecting me again.” With that, he smashed his lips on mine, sucking and shoving in his tongue, his other hand possessively tightening around my neck.
I gasped, my breath stolen away. The saucer in my hand clattered to the floor, shattering into pieces, but Ethan didn’t break the kiss. The hot taste of his mouth mixed with his pheromones messed with my mind. My whole body was heating up; I couldn’t control myself as I clenched the fabric of Ethan’s evening wear.
The kiss grew hotter, and before I could comprehend what was happening, Ethan ripped the top part of my dress in half, revealing the soft curves of my breast. At that moment, he tore his lips from mine and trailed his lustful eyes down my chest. “Will making you a full woman be a sufficient birthday gift for you?” his voice a low growl, thick with hunger.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lower lip, cheeks burning red. Shame and humiliation battled within me as I found myself nodding. But I knew Ethan was not asking for my permission; lycan kings never did that. Ethan lifted his eyes from my chest and met my eyes, and for a moment, it flickered, but then he blinked it away. However, it started shifting between colors.
My brows creased in confusion; Ethan started reversing back, in the process pushing down the dishes, startling me. He began to shake his head while violently smacking himself. “Let go of my mind!”
Subconsciously, I stepped back but simultaneously, Ethan stopped attacking himself and looked at me; his emerald green eyes were blazing with fury.
The temperature In the room suddenly dropped to zero as realization struck me. All along, I had been interacting with Ethan’s wolf, not him. Oh no, I was in trouble. Immediately, I lifted my dress to take heed, but before I could, a hand roughly grabbed my arm.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Ethan roared.
My pulse quickened. Images of what he would do to me flooded my head, and instinctively, I shielded my face afraid he would strike me, but instead, he shook me violently. “How dare you seduce me? You used your disgusting dragon pheromones to draw out my rut, didn’t you? Answer me!”
“I didn’t!” I cried, then I lowered my voice, afraid he would get angrier. “My only crime was not resisting…”
Ethan’s eyes widened, but he immediately hardened his gaze even after realizing that it was his wolf that caused it all. “You are pathetic,” he spat with disdain in his eyes. “Did you think your foolish tactics would work on me? Even if I were under a spell, I would break it before my flesh meets yours! You disgust me. I hate you.”
My lips quivered as heavy sobs racked my body. I didn’t know where I got the strength or courage from, but I broke my arm free from Ethan’s grip and ran out of his expansive chambers. Again, I forgot my cane, but I didn’t care. I bumped into a couple of guards on my way out because of the tears blurring my vision.
That night I cried my eyes out, and no matter how much Annla tried to cajole me into talking, I refused to tell her. I could only suffer along with all the heartaches, even though I hadn’t had anything to eat today, and my ribs were still healing from the beating I received at noon. I willingly gave myself to Ethan only to be rejected by him. I guess today, I also got my own fair taste of what rejection felt like. Touché.
A whole week passed before I saw Ethan again because he left the kingdom for one of his dictator expenditures. Of course, he returned victorious, and a whole lot of slaves were brought in. A portion of them would be sold within the kingdom, while the rest would be sold out. This time, the slaves were wolves. If they were human, they would all be sold since Ethan hated them.
I was in the kitchen helping out, as I usually do. When Ethan was away, I was rarely fed because I was everyone’s least favorite, so it was good that he was back even though I didn’t want to see him.
I wiped my hands on my dress as I prepared to enter the grand hall. There was a celebratory feast holding, which meant more leftovers for me. I entered the hall, pretentiously using my cane as a guide to the table, but when I reached, I paused. My heart skipped a beat as I saw another figure intimately seated by the king. It was a woman, a beta female that I knew like the weather. The woman who had been obsessing over Ethan for years… Why was she by his side?
Ethan’s POVDinner in the royal hall was a routine I’d grown to hate.Every bite of roasted meat and every cup of sour wine reminded me that I was surrounded by people who feared me but didn’t respect me. Cowards in fine robes. Councilmen pretending they knew what it meant to protect a kingdom.I listened with half an ear as the Gamma droned on about border strategies. The others nodded like puppets, but I kept my eyes fixed on the far doors.Waiting.When they finally opened, the only person who ever managed to make me lose focus walked in—small, quiet, cloaked in shadows. Her steps were tentative but trained, her chin lowered as she followed the same practiced path she always did to my side.But something wasn’t right.Her steps faltered.It wasn’t obvious to anyone else—no one looked at her long enough to notice—but I did. Her right leg dragged slightly. Her limp was hidden in the way she shifted her weight, but I knew it like I knew my own breath.Then she turned toward the dishes
Tara's POVI kept my head low, shoulders hunched under my thin shawl, letting my hands graze the wall as I followed the hallway I’d memorized by texture. My legs ached. My back throbbed. I could still feel Ethan’s voice in my ears like thunder, and yet… somehow… I wanted to hear it again.I hated myself for that.The air changed as I rounded the corridor near the lower east wing. Perfume.Too sweet. Too strong.I slowed.And then I heard them… heels clicking, and annoying laughter that didn’t belong in this hallway.It was her.Sophia.My stomach twisted.I didn’t have time to turn back before I heard her voice, sharp and mocking.“Well, if it isn’t the little slave.”I stopped dead in my tracks.My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, wary.There were more footsteps… two others flanking her. Minions. I didn’t know their names. I never cared to.“Out so late? I thought you’d be locked up in the tower after that little stunt during the rogue attack.” I didn’t answer. I just tried to
Ethan’s POVThe council chamber was stuffy, as usual. The scent of ink, smoke, and aged parchment always clung to its walls, no matter how many windows we cracked or incense we burned. I sat at the head of the long, ironwood table, my hand clenched around the arm of my chair while my generals droned on about territory control and security reinforcements after the rogue invasion.My head pounded.Not from the noise though there was plenty of that but from the weight pressing against my mind. I hadn’t slept in two nights. Not since… her.I could still hear her voice echoing in my head calling me mate. That damned word.It was supposed to mean strength. Completion.But with her, it felt like weakness.“I believe we should deploy an additional twenty warriors to the western ridge,” Beta Rygar said, tapping a scroll with his thick finger. “Until we’ve interrogated the remaining rogues thoroughly, we can’t assume this was an isolated strike.”I nodded stiffly, not really hearing him. “Do it
Tara’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.The north tower was colder than I imagined both in temperature and silence. The guards posted outside the door never spoke. They didn’t even look at me when I was escorted in. The room was sparsely furnished, just a thin mattress, an old wooden table, and a chair that creaked every time I moved. A small window sat high on the wall, barred and far out of reach. I couldn’t see the moon, but I knew it was still there, watching me like the goddess who abandoned me.I curled under the blanket, arms wrapped around my ribs. The bruises still pulsed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the weight in my chest. He didn’t kill me. That should have brought relief, but it didn’t.Because I knew Ethan’s mercy always came with strings.I replayed the encounter over and over again his fury, the way he said I was becoming something. Dangerous, he said. But how? I hadn’t done anything. I didn’t even know how I had seen anything during the rogue attack. Just h
Tara’s POVThe word had barely left my mouth.“Mate.”It hung there so thick in the air and heavier than the blood on my tongue or the throbbing bruises beneath my skin. I knew the second I said it that I had messed up. Again.Ethan didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His silence screamed louder than any roar. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, chest rising with restrained fury. And I felt it his rage like a tide crashing down on me. His power made the very air quake.Then his hand was on me.He shoved me away so violently I nearly hit the ground again, but I caught myself just in time, staggering back, my cane clattering uselessly behind me.“What gave you the right to say that?” His voice wasn’t just angry. It was disgusted.“I… I’m sorry…” I said as I lowered my head. “Sorry?” he snapped. “That word doesn’t fix anything. You don’t speak unless I command it. You don’t breathe unless I allow it.”“Yes, Alpha.” I nodded quickly, heart racing, stomach hollow. His boots pounded cl
Ethan’S POVSophia screamed, fear paralyzing her and the other females in the hall. The guards were immediately alert, scrambling and drawing out their swords. A muscle feathered in my jaws as I sprang to my feet, claws erupting out of my flesh. “Who dares to interrupt my party?” I growled, eyes scanning the room.The supposed shadows had a distinct smell. Ethan’s eyes narrowed; they were werewolves, rogue wolves. They came in multitude, and though all able lycan males were already engaging them, we were outnumbered. The defenseless ones were forced to stay in the middle of the hall. This had never happened before; it was not anticipated.Anger bubbled in my chest. After allowing those pathetic werewolves to live in my kingdom, they betrayed me by attacking unexpectedly? They must pay… with their lives! I leaped in the air, instantly shifting to my mighty lycan form. I landed on a couple of rogues that dared to approach my throne, claws tearing through the flesh of the attackers, my i