LOGIN| • Penelope’s POV“Who was that?”He didn't have the distinct scent of the King’s special knight. Before I could even ask for his name, he was gone with the wind. He wore the same black cloak I had, did he come to the townsquare under disguise?There were so many questions, but I had to shake my head and stop thinking about our encounter.If it was indeed fate then let us meet again. After walking for a long time, I finally find the place I was looking for, there was no one else in the alley as I looked left and right. When my gaze settled in front of me, an old wooden door was in my view. I took one step forward and knocked on it three times, in a familiar pattern. The sign of the number seven. Soon the huge door opened with a creek, I stepped back. My fingers clutched on the assassin crest. Soon a man stepped out, a huge frown on his bearded face, with cold scarred red eyes. He was huge and burly and very tall. He had the scent of a rogue wolf. I gulped. “State your purpos
| • Penelope’s POV“I am going to kill them, and make sure they are not able to heal themselves.” I proclaimed.His eyes gleamed with a murderous light, a cold smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. My body shuddered from fright, because I knew what his gaze meant.The King was one to love bloodshed, and I was sure that his blood was trumming with delight to hear me say that.His head dropped to my shoulders, as he nuzzled into my neck with a muffled sigh.“Are you sure you wouldn’t need my help, little Penny?” He asked and I pressed my lips into a thin line.“Your Majesty has a pile of work on his desk, and I do not want to be of any inconvienience to you.” I didn’t lie but honestly answered. The King didn’t have any business meddling into my business.Neither did I want him to.He chuckled, pulled away and took some distance away from me before drawing his sword and pointing it at me. My body straightened immediately. “You have a pretty tongue, little one. Shall we continue?” He
| • Penelope’s POV“Mother!”I woke with a jolt, my forehead covered with cold sweat, my chest heaving from the aftermath of my nightmare.The dream was so vivid and yet a shocking revelation that I had still not recovered from my past.Even though I have changed the present in so many ways.The past would continue to be a stain in my present life.I lifted my body off the bed, only to wince from the pain in my wait. I hissed in anger remembering everything the King had put me through last night.At least this time, he didn’t stay days doing it.Carefully, I kneaded my back until I felt it subside, while I was doing that, I heard the persistent knocking on the door.Growing louder with each passing second.“Come in.” I commanded, pulling the covers over my head. I wanted to sleeep in more.No matter who it was, I just wanted to keep sleeping. My bones were exhausted and my buttocks burned from last night assaults.The despicable king.I gritted my teeth. Just then, I felt the covers p
| • Penelope’s POVThis man deserved the title “The Beast of Lycos.”His presence devoured everything, the air, my voice, even my thoughts. One look, and I forgot who I was supposed to be.My voice came out dry and soft as I was entangled under the large expanse of his body. My fingers clawed the coiling snake tattoo on his right arm, as he continued to kiss my lips like it was the only delicious thing he had ever tasted.His thick, long fingers curved around my neck in a punishing grip as his other fingers dug into my insides as if searching for any evidence of my defiance.The squelching sound of my arousal echoed in my ears, a filthy reminder of my body's betrayal.“Ngh~” I moaned as his fingers scraped my insides, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. My mind was numb, my body had given up, but I was still reluctant to accept the punishment he was giving me.“Do you defy me again, little Penny?” His tone was velvet-rough, dangerous in its calm.My throat tightened. “Your Maje
| • Dain’s POVMy hand fisted into her hair, not to hurt her, but to anchor her.To remind her who she belonged to. I hated the faint, foreign scent of another man that clung to her, a stain on what was mine. She need a brand. My brand, seared into her soul.I leaned in, my teeth grazing the sensitive shell of her ear as I inhaled her scent, mixed with the smell of burning wood from the hearth. “Mine,” I growled. The word, a vow forged in the cold iron of my will.Her sharp, shuddering gasp was my reward, a sound that unraveled me even as I sought to master her. Her moans were a siren’s call to the beast I kept leashed.My wolf was straining to break free, my patience, a thin fraying rope. But by the old goddess, I would enjoy watching it snap.She was trying so hard to defy the way I made her feel, but there was a limit to how far she could run. I straightened just enough, my fingers caressing her soft skin. Her eyes were shining with tears, her jaw clenched in a raw but attractive
| • Penelope’s POVI swerved to the side.It was only so slow, a strand of my hair fell weakly on the floor. My heart racing and my body trembling while I looked at the assassin. Who sent him?His eyes were red with rage for missing his target as he turned to look at me.“I must applaud you for being able to avoid that. But today you will die!” He declared in a low tone. Devoid of any emotions. This person was strongly trained.With a push of his hind leg, he attacked again, and I lightly evaded his next attack. He howled. He was a rogue wolf, his eyes twitched with mad anger.“Who sent you?!” I tried to ask, as I evaded another of his attacks, easily avoiding the sharp and glinting blad of his sword.“Why do you care?!” He replied, every of his slash ruthless and powerful enough to kill me in one hit. I gritted my teeth already suspecting who could send them.It could be Baroness Virel, she was the one that looked at me as if I had commited a crime.What was this about? And what coul
| • Penelope’s POVI felt the cold glare of the king travel across the throne room. As if he was trying to silently warn them that they shouldn’t try anything funny. Which was what they deserved. I didn’t choose to be a west court advisor, I was bestowed that title.“This humble servant as nothin
| • Penelope’s POV“Is it even possible to grow a black rose in this world?” The question quiet slipped out of my lips before I could even stop it.Not because I was curious, but because I was taken aback.“This is a flower that the King specifically loves, and grows by himself, for the specifics o
| • King Dain’s POV“She is an enemy, my king! This is a disaster!” For the umpteenth time, I rolled my eyes. The ministers had grown bold with their tongues, yet I let them bicker. Their outrage was almost entertaining, though it would never sway me.I glanced at Gideon who stood by my side, and
| • Penelope’s POVA strange dream jolted me off from my sleep.But what I had dreamt off, I could not remember, only the dull ache in my head remained and I wondered what exactly was it?Then my mind flashed with images of last night and my cheeks flushed red in seconds, realization hitting me har







