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52 The Gate

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update publish date: 2026-10-16 10:58:31

Ronan

A 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,
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  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   56 Bar the Door

    MarenHe stayed where he was by the door. "My mother told me you wouldn't kneel to her this morning.""I didn't," I said."Next time, if you don't want to kneel, say so. Don't use my name."I stared at him, then nodded. "Okay."He glanced at my untouched plate. "Eat," he said.I stayed where I was and left the plate alone without a word, and he looked at me a moment and didn't say it again.He turned to the door and put a hand on the latch. "Tomorrow night," he said, "you bar that door, keep Brida in here with you, and no matter what, you must keep it shut. Do you understand?"I frowned even though I understood."Why?""Keep the door shut, Maren."He went out toward his own chambers, and the door shut behind him.He hadn't been gone a minute before Brida let herself back in, shutting the door behind her and looking me over as if she expected to find marks on me. Her grey eyes held a mix of gleeful disbelief and worry as she shook her head."I never thought I'd live to see one of them

  • The Lycan King's Plump Obsession   55 Appologise

    MarenSince dusk I had been listening to every set of footsteps in the corridor, waiting for the one that would bring Nadia to the King.Behind me, Ilsa moved quietly in the sitting room, laying out the supper I had no intention of touching. I had eaten nothing all day, and I would keep it that way.That afternoon a carpenter had come on the King's order and fitted a heavy wooden bar to the inside of my door, set in iron brackets, and nobody would tell me what it was for. When not in use, the bar rested against the wall beside the door, its brackets sitting empty.Ilsa set a dish down on the table and bowed her head to me. "Perhaps the King wishes to keep his pet in a cage, Madam," she said in her smooth voice.Brida snorted from her seat by the hearth. "A bar that size is made to keep something out, not in, and nobody's saying what. The kitchen has been heating bathwater over in the Tributes' wing all evening, for tonight."Ilsa set the next dish down a beat too late at the word "ton

  • 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

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