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51 Be Ready

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Ilsa

I lay on my front on the pallet.

They'd thrown me down here, in the onion stink at the end of the servants' passage.

Sacks and crates crowded the corner by the door. A lye barrel stood by the back wall. Bare shelves lined the other.

On another crate, a water jug sat with a rag draped over its mouth. The room was lit by one stub of candle.

A snore buzzed through the thin wall. The onion store where I lay was smaller than my old office, with a ceiling so low I could touch it without standing
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  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   54 Madam

    MarenThe Queen's eyes moved to Ilsa, who knelt on the floor in a plain grey servant's dress, her back held stiffly."Ilsa," she called flatly. "Why are you dressed like this, and what happened to you?"Ilsa didn't answer. Her eyes stayed on the floor in front of her, her face impassive.The Queen's voice hardened. "Ilsa, I'm talking to you. Why are you dressed like a servant and what happened to you."Ilsa's gaze flicked up to meet the Queen's for a brief moment before dropping down again."The King took the wing from me and gave me to Madam to serve, Majesty," she said smoothly."Yesterday he had me whipped."I had been there both times it happened, and both times it was because of me. But Ilsa had left that part out.The Queen's eyebrows arched. "Madam?" she echoed, a note of amusement in her voice. "And who is Madam?"Ilsa turned her head, just slightly, to look back at me.The Queen's eyes followed Ilsa's back to me."Who died and made you Madam?" she sneered.Before I could get

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   53 Grey

    MarenIlsa at least looked more presentable today, in a fresh grey servant's dress that concealed the marks of her punishment.She moved stiffly as she set out the breakfast tray. The split blister on her fingertip caught my eye, along with the angry red rope burns circling her wrists. The bruises ringing her throat were already faded.Brida stood between Ilsa and the hearth, watching her with narrowed eyes. "She took ten lashes just yesterday, and now look at her, back on the job before noon like nothing happened," Brida grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.Brida grunted openly."After that bath and the whipping you brought down on her head, you'd think she'd want to shove that tray down your throat. She ought to hate you, and instead she's being this polite, and I don't trust a hair on her head." Ilsa kept her eyes downcast, expressionless, as if Brida hadn't said a word.Brida slid the plate of warm bread toward me. "Eat something, would you? You haven't touched a thing sinc

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   52 The Gate

    RonanA heavy knock at the study door made me tense, a growl low in my throat."Come in," I barked. The door opened and Halvard's broad frame filled it."Majesty, there are..." His eyes flicked to my fists. "Cars. At the gate." His jaw worked. "They fly the Queen's colours."I hadn't sent for her. She never told me she was coming.What was she doing here?My study went red around the edges, too full of light, too much noise, my skin running hot.I could feel Maren's hunger churning in my belly, nagging, making me angry. She hadn't eaten since yesterday, and I couldn't understand why she hadn't.I pushed to my feet, knocking over my chair. "Tomorrow is the full moon," I said. "They can't be here."I shouldered past him out the door. Halvard came down behind me.Rhett was waiting at the foot of the stairs. He kept pace beside me as I stalked across the marble floor, his boots echoing mine.I shoved open the heavy doors, and the sun hit me, too bright."Stay back," Rhett said to the serv

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   51 Be Ready

    IlsaI lay on my front on the pallet.They'd thrown me down here, in the onion stink at the end of the servants' passage.Sacks and crates crowded the corner by the door. A lye barrel stood by the back wall. Bare shelves lined the other.On another crate, a water jug sat with a rag draped over its mouth. The room was lit by one stub of candle.A snore buzzed through the thin wall. The onion store where I lay was smaller than my old office, with a ceiling so low I could touch it without standing. Beneath me, the floor was nothing but hard-packed dirt.Earlier, voices had filtered through the wall, a chorus of laughter and clattering dishes. "Give Nadia extra pie!" a woman had called out, her tone giddy. "Poor girl's gonna need her strength, the night after tomorrow."My jaw clenched. I'd heard it before, those words spoken with such carefree cheer. But I knew what they meant.I'd carted off enough broken girls, their limp bodies leaking blood on the cold stone floor.Rhett had to be be

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   50 Twenty Owed

    MarenBrida set the tray down hard on the table and dragged a stool to sit beside my chair by the fire. She reached for my right hand and pulled the linen tight before ripping it off in one quick tear.I flinched. The linen had stuck in the split scabs, and blood had dried in its folds. A white patch stared up from my palm, and my nails curled up at the edges like cracked shells."Why'd you stop her whipping?" Brida asked."I did.""You did, yeah, but why?"She watched me, grey eyes narrowed, while I stared into the fire. "I caught that poison an inch off your hand," she said. "I held the paddle on Ilsa, I bent her fingers back. Ilsa's a Lycan, she'll heal, and it's me she'll come for." Brida tore the linen off my other hand and let it fall to the floor. "Twenty more strokes would've kept her down.""You should stay with me then.""I can't follow you everywhere. And already the kitchen's saying the laundry girl cut the King's whipping short, and I'm the one who has to walk through tha

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   49 Ten

    Maren"One!" shouted the yard. A white stripe seared across Ilsa's back, turning crimson as it swelled. Her whole body shuddered violently, muscles tensing against the rope that bound her to the post. A strangled sound caught in her throat and stayed there.The Head Cook shook out the whip and wiped his palm on his apron. He glanced at the sun.Brida's voice came from behind me, low and pleased. "Look at that mark on the bitch's back. Pretty as a rose."I didn't answer.The whip cracked again."Two!" A fresh white line crossed the crimson one. The skin split beneath them and crimson beads welled up, running down her spine in rivulets.The yard held its breath through the minute. At the third lash, a cry tore from her throat."Three!" the yard shouted.I looked at Rhett as we waited again. His eyes stayed flat on the post, like a man watching a chore get done.The lash hissed once more."Four!" Ilsa's back arched, her spine standing out like a ridge of stone. The cry that burst from he

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