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Gina POVWaking felt like dragging myself out of a long dream.Every inch of my body burned, not the sharp agony from before, but a deep, humming heat that lived beneath my skin. Like my blood had learned a new rhythm and refused to forget it.I stared at the ceiling for a second to get my bearings.Alive.Again, I survived.The healer stood nearby, murmuring under her breath, applying salves that cooled and soothed my body but didn’t quite touch whatever had changed inside me.Mary sat at the foot of the bed, her posture slumped and her eyes red from crying, glancing anxiously at the healer.“You scared me again,” she whispered.“I told you to lie low after you recovered. Tell me how you ended up being punished by that lunatic steward, who is known to bully maids, and then you fainted on the way to your room.” She rebuked.“I don’t think anyone has ever stressed me as much as you do since I joined the royal palace.”I swallowed. “Sorry.”It came out hoarse.Having spent the previous
As night set in, I felt restless again; now I can confirm that the maid, Gina, is the true cause of my state. It was not the restless unspent energy that came from unfinished council matters or border skirmishes. This was different, sharp, invasive, and intimate.The kind that crawled beneath skin and settled on bone.Her scent still lingers, like the memory of a warm cup of coffee, keeping me alert but wanting.I have never really had any woman capture my attention in this way before, and I have always prided myself on self-control, but all of my senses seem to go wild.I know I cannot continue this way, even though Trey keeps grumbling like is favorite snack is being denied.The sexual drive that I satisfy just once in a while with some random she-wolf out of town, now it seems to be running up.No matter how many times I washed or jerked, no matter how deep I inhaled the cold night air from my balcony, it stayed. Olive after rain. Warm stone. Something faintly electric, like lightn
Caleb POVI could not sleep, not even when everywhere had gone silent; my sense of unease was strong, and Trey was restless, he wanted a run or just to find that little maid we met earlier.I ignored him, the maid was just a human, no matter how she smelled so divine, and his eyes drew me in. I will not allow myself to start what I cannot finish.The rules were there for a reason, and I, Caleb, prince of the Lycans, intend to keep and uphold them even if they don’t sit well with me always. Breaking them could mean losing the structure the royals before me have fought for: the fragile peace we've managed to maintain, the trust of those who rely on my leadership, and, most daunting, the place I have secured within my own. Even when duty suffocates, fear of the chaos that could ensue should I falter is a much heavier burden to bear.After tossing all night, I had to do one thing I knew would help. I removed my clothes, stood in my own skin, transformed and jumped from the balcony into
Next, I’m standing in an unfamiliar forest, the trees are enormous, their trunks silver-veined and warm beneath my palms as my hand rests on the bark of a tall tree.The ground is soft, with moss that glows faintly blue, lighting my path without shadows.I take a deep breath, allowing the earthy scent of the moss and trees to calm my nerves. As I walk, my feet instinctively follow a narrow path. I barely notice meandering through the forest, the familiarity of the terrain guiding me without conscious thought.“You came faster this time.”The voice rolled through the clearing like distant thunder, but it was gentle, deep, and layered. My heart skips a beat, a ripple of awareness spreading through my limbs, grounding me to the earth. Even though I knew instinctively that Bey's presence was not to be feared, I felt a subtle urge for a hug, like meeting a long-lost friend, a response I barely understood, both thrilling and unsettling.“Bey,” I say, though I don’t remember learning the n
I could not move my limbs, and I felt drained...“She is so weak, just take her back,” Madam Istrell said in disgust, turned around, and left me with a guard.The guard carried me on his shoulder like a bag, lifting me effortlessly out of the room. I noticed Lila stayed behind. Probably to clean up evidence of the crime, but I cannot think too much because my brain feels like mush, and my body seems to be misaligning.A bone-wearing feeling washed all over. Before I knew it, they had found my room and dumped me on the bed like discarding a cargo.The guard turned and left, slamming the door shut. He offered no care, a medical check or apology. Absolutely nothing, these wolves are ruthless.I lie there for a long time, staring at the cracked ceiling, chest rising and falling too fast. My nerves were screaming in pain, and the night was unnecessarily quiet, but as I tried to drift off to numb myself, my senses seemed to heighten. I heard footsteps three corridors away and noted a smell
I looked at the brown mahogany door she stopped at. There was a label on it: The Internal Affairs.The place looked creepy. I shivered, unable to shake the sudden feeling of dread running down my spine.She opened the door to a long, narrow chamber lined with reinforced glass panels and metal fixtures.The room was modern but sterile, built for easy cleaning and clearly meant for discipline and questioning. Three people were waiting inside. They were waiting for me.The lady maid, Madam Istrell, the one who welcomed me on my first night and laid down the rules the following morning, stands at the center. She had a tablet in her hand. There were two wolf guards flanking her with their arms crossed akimbo and their faces unreadable.“Gina Hane,” she says without looking up. “Human, a scullery maid, was assigned to the kitchens three days ago.” It was as if she were reading my stats, like a robot and not a living being.“Yes, Madam,” I reply.“You have been accused of impropriety,” she co







