LOGINA friendly smile graced Sandra's lips."Well," Lucian said, looking at them all with that fake smile on his lips...a smile he had learned to use so as not to appear unpleasant, even if the people were.Lucian took a seat at the head table, opposite his mother. "Please enjoy the late lunch," he murmured, looking at Sandra. "You will see her when you should.""It's a beautiful place," Lord Cane said, looking around with a fascinated smile. "It always looks the same even though most of the people that made it warm have long joined their ancestors""I still remember it," Sandra added, looking around with a smile of nostalgia and excitement. "I ran around those columns many times, and sometimes they gave me the creeps. The dragon hovering around" Sandra looked at the king with a broad smile "Do you remember, Your Majesty?"Lucian, who was eating in silence and keeping an expressionless face, looked up at Sandra."Of course," he replied, watching her, then looked back at his plate of chick
She fell unconscious in his arms. Her long hair flowing over the ground as her face tilted to the sky.Lucian lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing. He waited a few minutes before Gabriel showed up with a carriage."Your Majesty," Gabriel alighted from the carriage and extended his hand to carry the princess. "Who would want her dead? Every Lycan accepted the deal of you getting married to her. Even if they changed their mind, they would consult you first and not just attempt to kill her," Gabriel said."Her father beats every other suspicious threat. He wasn't happy that I took her. But that man has no nerve to send wolves that are not my prisoners into my territory. Assemble the prisoners and fish out the spies within them. An exemplary punishment must be given to anyone who dares to cross me."Lucian looked down at Plum, who was growling so hard and hovering around them. The huge wolf's face was etched with worry. Thanks to her and the sudden unsettling feeling in his
Terror coursed through Viola and she staggered back, but there was no use stopping. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, ignoring the thorny vines, bushes, and branches that kept scratching at her skin, grasping and tearing off her clothes.She could hear some of the men shift into their wolves, their angry howls roaring through the air, making her feel as if she was going to die today.Her heart was racing as she sprinted through the dense forest. The sound of her pursuers' howls and growls was getting closer and closer, causing her to panic as she tried to dodge the trees and bushes in her path. She had no wolf to shift to and, worst of all, she wasn't armed with any weapon to defend herself. But at least she was incredibly fast."Your Highness, we just want to talk! Is the queen afraid of the rogues? Lucian's queen afraid?" the male voice echoed through the trees. "Okay fine. We won't hurt you!"But she knew better. She had heard enough. They wouldn't have chased deep into
Seated on his throne, Lucian observed the long line of commoners before him, men and women, who had come to lodge their grievances with the king.Lately, the commoners' complaints had been growing with each passing day. The culprit was the werewolves. They have been doing everything within their power to breach the treaty deal that brought peace to the Shifters clan decades ago.Bluemoon and Lowfell had long since severed their allegiance to the Lycans. Bluemoon pack in particular had poisoned the minds of the Riverine pack, renowned city of the sweet lake and the second most fertile on the continent of Telestai. Riverine is known for its bountiful harvests, particularly the high-quality wheat it produced. It was the largest supplier of grain to both werewolves and surviving Lycan packs.The werewolves have ensured that trade between Riverine and Lycans ceased, thus severing all ties. The blockade was a major problem, leading to widespread discontent among the common people. Prices so
"Forbidden by who? The king? Who is inside that dungeon and why would you chain a man like an animal, torture him like a slave? I demand his release right now and a proper trial." Rosie let out a wild chuckle. Her eyes mocking Viola's audacity. "Any order that comes from her lips will have exactly the same value as an order from me. Did you really believe that?" "Just stop the torture even if you wouldn't free him. His voice is distracting enough," Viola rolled her eyes. "You need to go back to your chamber until the night is over." Rosie grabbed Viola's arm but Viola shrugged her grip off. "Your king instructed that the wedding night can't wait. That is why I'm out here in the first place. Where is his chamber?" "The information I passed was that it could wait," Rosie said, but the painful wailing of the growling man overshadowed her voice. Relieved Viola walked back to her room. . Her hands plucked the knife out of hiding and dropped it on the vanity table. It was good sh
Viola's room was at the end of the second-floor hallway. A young blonde handmaiden opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.Viola walked in, her eyes lifting with surprise. She didn't know where to look. The bedroom was huge. There were vases of fresh flowers, a bookcase full of books, a reading nook, a floor lamp, a sofa, and a desk. It was a dream bedroom of a librarian and book lover.But what took her breath away was the back corner. There was a wooden easel, blank canvases leaning against the wall, boxes of new oil paints, and brushes arranged by size. Right next to it, on a low table, rested a camera and a stack of empty photo albums.She approached slowly, ran her fingers along the edge of the canvas. Then she looked at the colors, the ones she had always wanted.She didn't understand how they got there.She thought it was a coincidence. That someone had tastefully decorated that corner without knowing that a woman who had wanted exactly that for years would arrive.It







