Isolde.Isolde ran back into her room and shut the door in haste, pasting her back over it. Her heart was palpitating nonstop. She clutched a hand over it, attempting to reduce the fast tempo.Gods be damned! That evil wants to really damage her face!? The thought came to her.Why did he want to ruin her when she had done nothing to him!?She silently walked into the balcony and sat over the chaise lounge there, gazing out into the streets below. She was shaking in fear.Knowing Draco, he’d act on Edrand’s words. He’d punish her. What exactly was so special about Edrand that Draco was too blind to see he’s evil?Isolde had never seen anyone so good at pretending to be innocent yet filled with evil. While the barrage of thoughts was going through her mind, the noise began again. Coupled with the blurry vision of a girl on the run with someone dressed as a sentinel chasing after her.She hobbled several times and managed to get to her feet. The wind whipped with frenzy past her face, cl
Draco.“Is that how much you hate her?” Draco was surprised Edrand could make such a horrible demand. He didn’t buy the idea of ruining Isolde’s face at all. For all he knew, that face lived freely in his head.Draco had been thinking of a way to rid himself of the taste of Isolde that lingered in his mouth for over one week now but it had been impossible.It sounds impossible but whenever he ran his tongue over the surface of his lips, he could still taste her. The best flavor on earth.Everything about Isolde kept Draco on his feet. He would never concede to destroying Isolde’s face. Never.His obsession for the female had grown to the level where Draco sneaks into the royal laundry room to steal Isolde’s underthings.Not that anyone had ever caught him. Draco was sure to be stealthy about the operation. Isolde’s underthings now have a special space in his innermost closet. Every night, Draco would keep them beside his pillow as he slept. He loved having her scent saturating him.“I
Edrand.In the grand parlor of the tower, sat Edrand on an overstuffed chair. His head rested over the headrest while he spread his body, waiting for the healer to come and examine him.The sun filtered in through the large windows, illuminating the place. He finally woke up today and when he asked Mascus, his servant, the male confirmed Edrand had been unconscious for a week.A whole week!Nothing embittered him more than the fact that the female was the one that made him so unconscious for such a long time.If it was a male that did such to him, Edrand wouldn’t mind but it was a fucking piece of cunt! He growled in his mind.Oh, he remembered too well how it all started. He was the one that spiked her water just to punish her but things took a turn and she pushed him into the water.She even kicked him at his dick! That thought made Edrand wince.“Master, are you hurting somewhere?” Mascus asked, scooting over.“No! I am fine!” Edrand rasped, crinkling his lips. He felt so embarrass
Draco.This was borderline crazy, Draco knew that much yet he was willing to do it. People do crazy shit when they desperately want something.Right now, in the dead of the night, he wanted something.A taste of her, his breeder.Since Draco wasn’t going to get it directly, he’d get it indirectly. Either way, he gets what he wants.He loved that look of confusion on Isolde’s face as she watched the male by the door. Draco wasn’t about to explain, no.He’d let her figure it out herself.“Come forward, Micah,” He said to the male.He was one of his Attendants. Jed and Micah were specially trained to give him momentary pleasure while Edrand was away.Draco rarely needed them and whenever they came to attend to him, they only ever gave him a blow job. Nothing more than that.Micah stepped forward, removing his black cape. He revealed his angular face to the lord.Smiling, Draco turned the naked male to face Isolde. Panting, she ran her eyes around the male’s body.He was filled out in the
IsoldeIsolde waited tirelessly for the lord’s arrival. She moved restlessly around her chamber, but he never showed up.She felt somehow relieved he didn’t come again, and when her bones got exhausted, she slumped onto the bed and dozed off.Her sleep was peaceful. The soft sheets caressed her back. She didn’t dream this time, which was good. However, sometime into the night while Isolde was enjoying her sleep, she felt a towering presence in the room.She tossed with a sigh on the bed, fluttering her eyes open. She yelped and cursed, unknowingly slipping off the bed. She crashed onto the floor with a sickening thud and winced.Her teeth chattered from fear. The blood rushed through her veins, hammering in her ears.“This isn’t a dream, right?” she thought to herself, finding it difficult to move.Just like in her past dreams, the figure hid in the shadows, silently. He was watching her, and only his rare eye color shone in the dark room.Scrambling up, she hurriedly lit the bedside
Isolde.“What are you doing, sire?” she asked, trying to urge the male to his feet.He looked at her with furrowed brows, wondering.Doesn’t she know this was how alphas were recognized?“I am to bow before you, my lady. I am not worthy of standing before you,” he answered.“Please rise. I am not who you think I am. I’m just a breeder…”The male gauged her, wondering if she was serious about what she had said. Shockingly, she was serious. The male rose to his feet, swallowing.“Why were you so hurt? How were you able to hide your identity?” he asked, desiring to know as he handed her back the water.Isolde took the mug and drank the whole content. She noticed her lycan calming down now, seeming to trust the male a little. Her wounds started to heal, and that made the talisman hairpin begin working again, hiding her lycan.“Someone tried to kill me with some kind of herbs…”“Wolfsbane, henbane, moonhide, Duskthorn, and silver,” the man outlined, much to her shock.“How did you know?” s