“Now, I wonder where are our sleepwear? It must have been a crazy night for us to lose it,” he jests.
Before opening the door, he stoops over the side of the tub and wears his clothes. He greets someone at the door and then, two servants enter carrying food.
“Harbin, she’ll go to the study room once she’s done eating and taking a bath. Now go, you’ll just be a distraction.”
When Theo shifts his attention back to me, he’s already smiling and there’s no Harbin outside our room. He ushers me to sit beside him and while we are eating, two servants take care of the mess we’ve made in the room and prepare the bath.
I study Theo as he languidly eats. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you tired?”
“I’m not tired,” he says. “I simply wish that we can stay in
“May I ask what he said about me?” Brandon asks. Is that the reason why he approached me? Only to clear his name? If that is the case, then I am certain that the Klevon guy is a liar. An Owusu liar, huh? “He said you rape beautiful werewolves, like my best friend Nowra.” Suddenly, there is a cold in the air. The evening seems to arrive faster too. I could even imagine the ocean turning into a tundra. I shift my attention to him and see that it’s his magic. He exudes malaise which opposed his previously bright aura. “And?” he prods me on. His voice is grating, why did I even think that he has a boyish look? The man in front of me looks like he’s already in his forties! “You relish the taste of werewolves with mates. He says you can smell them,” I answer, taking a step further away from him. “That’s all.” “That’s all!?!” He reaches for my arm and I flinch at the coldness of his touch. “He fucking disrespected his Gene
“No, Theo, seriously, I am tired. There’s—”His mouth comes down on me again, and I feel his hair caressing my face. I open my eyes.“Your hair,” I say.He sits up and takes the hair tie that snapped. His hair falls over his shoulders, sticking out on his shoulders and chest that’s greasy with sweat.I sit before him and help him with his hair. He watches me and then his arms wind around my waist and make me sit on his lap. He’s smiling.“What?”“I feel like newlyweds with you,” he says.“I am your lover, you can think of me like that.” After tying it up, I pat his shoulders and say, “There, it’s done. Maybe you should cut your hair instead? It’s too long.”“Do you like it better if it is shorter?”I cock my head at him. “I don’t know. You look handsome either way,” I blurt out.
“I’m not yours,” I say, not liking the way he uses words. “Clearly,” he smirks. “I can hear my King’s moans of pleasures. You’ve been doing such a great job in that regard.” I glower at him. Tasteless. Is there nothing good that comes out of his mouth? But what should I expect? He even said something so vulgar to his own leader! “Why are you calling Brandon Stine a Leader? Shouldn’t it be General?” I ask. “He’s my leader during my mercenary days.” “And you’re not a General?” “I’m not the type to lead.” “Clearly,” I mimic. He leers. “A cheeky she-wolf. I like that.” He approaches me, and I look up at him. He really is tall and huge. I am already five-seven, taller than Nowra, but this guy still towers over me. I take a step back, intimidated at his frame. He clicks his tongue. “Wrong move. You should not show your fear in front of your enemy.” “Are you an enemy?” He grins. “
I slash at Klevon but he is fast. He sidestepped before the edge of my knife connects to his stomach. Sensing my mistake, he raises his knife and is about to bring down the knife on my left torso, when I duck and roll myself away towards safety. I crouch a few meters away from him, wiping the sweat that’s dripping on my chin. I scrutinize his form. Even if he’s huge, his defense is impregnable. I switch my hold on the knife and take another from the holster on my legs. Magic. I need to use magic. It’s the only way I can fight against him. I enclose the edge of the knife in fire and glares at him. “Your fire magic is not enough. Heighten it,” Klevon suggests. I did as proposed and I feel hotter from the magic output. Nevertheless, I rush towards the unmoving Klevon who is watching me as a hawk does on its prey. I raise my arm, planning to strike at the side of his torso when he flicks his wrist. My knife shoots towards Theo’s feet, who i
The instant the door closes on our room, Theo is on me. He cups my chest and nibbles on the side of my neck. I get away from him but instead; he traps me on the door. He starts to remove my drenched clothes while he kisses my cheeks. “Theo… I’m sweaty, let’s take a bath first…” However, the same as every time he’s under the control of his lust, he can’t understand me. His kisses continue as he removes his pants. He lifts my legs and I can feel him prodding on my entrance. “Theo, seriously, bath first,” I whisper, as I push gently on his shoulders. He tries to enter but I evade him. “I’m not yet ready,” I say. “And I need to take a bath…” He turns me towards the door and traps my arms on it. “It’s fine, your sweat can act as a lubricant,” he says. As he enters, I hit my forehead on the door, moaning and getting controlled by this primal need again. His hold on my hands tightens. As he promised, it didn’t hur
The servants bustle around me. Trying to fit the dress that they’ve been working on for the whole month that we are on the sea. We can see Pitchford on the horizon and we’ll arrive within the day—which means that Theo’s subject will see me for the first time. As per Harbin, the instant the boat anchors on the dock, we will need to leave the ship, and the Pitchford citizens will welcome us back. I check myself. I am nervous even if Harbin had prepared me for this. Theo has no close relatives, so at least, that’s one less thing to worry about. However, Theo has twelve Generals, one from each of the other human kingdoms. And out of those, I have only met Brandon Stine. There are still eleven more. I touch my chest and take a deep breath. Harbin watches me. “You’ll be fine,” he assures me. I look at my dress in the mirror. I’m wearing a light blue long dress that hides my ankles—perfect for hiding the bruises whenever Theo tightly holds on
The room I am ushered into is extravagant, to say the least. Even in my primitive, ignorant eyes, I can sense that the furniture, decorations, and even the carpet that I am stepping on are worth more than the price of one werewolf slave. I turn my attention back to Aditya who has opened a cabinet—with little, intricate details on the handle and corners. I feel conscious as if I don’t belong in this room. I look at my shoes and feel ashamed of the mess I caused in the doorway. “Miss, ahm, Lady Kaiya?” she calls. I shift my attention to her. “Will you please come closer? I need to show you something.” “Is there a more simple… room?” I ask instead, without moving from my spot. “King Theo specifically requested to have your room next to him. And this is the only room that matches that.” “Am I… not allowed to share a room with him?” I ask instead. I already know the answer even before Aditya looks at me and says, “Yes, you are cor
The smell of lavender invades my nose even before I hear Theo’s voice. “Kaiya…” he whispers. I didn’t open my eyes though. I feel tired even if there’s no reason to be. The way he calls my name, I know he’s trying to wake me up to copulate, and I am not in the mood for it, especially with what happened at the welcoming party. I forgave him but I need more time to fully accept it. I sense him caressing my cheeks and playing with my hair. He even places small kisses on my face to wake me up, but I didn’t budge. Instead, I mutter my protests and hide my face in the blanket, making sure that my ears and nose are covered up, for lesser stimulation—that’s what his voice and his smell do to me. The next time I became aware, is when it was already early morning and the sun had just come up to the sky. The next I became aware of is Theo. He’s sleeping beside me, his arms across my chest and his legs over mine. I remove his limbs around me and sit up. My gaze f