"Take this tray to Queen Georgia's room. Keep your head down and gaze on the floor. I don't want to hear any complains. Have I made myself clear?" the head-maid, Zaira, warned Sabrina in an imposing tone. Sabrina nodded her head while keeping her head low. The head-servant was a woman of small stature full of haughty air. And for some reason she didn't like Sabrina. "Now scram. We don't have all day. You have to clean the ball room after this," Zaira told her. 'Yes," Sabrina replied. Zaira assessed her with a hard glint in her eyes. The new girl was obedient and meek but there was something about her that wasn't sitting well with Zaira. Her aura was different. Much more potent then she pretend to be. She was way too pretty to be a peasant. No peasant womb can birth a beauty like her. Sabrina took the tray from the counter and turned to head towards queen Georgia's room. She was here for two days and was yet to get even a glimpse of him. Elizah seemed out of herreach now. However

He surprised her by wounding his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. She could only gasp as her back collided against his taut chest. The sparks sinewed through their being at the contact. Elizah let out a satisfied grunt from the back of his throat whereas Sabrina gulped. He lowered his face to her shoulder and began peppering kisses along the length of her neck. Sabrina's breathing quickened. He licked up her neck, earning a moan. Her sweet moan breathed life into his repressed desire, they roared like just awoken beast. The man turned her around, yanked the veil off her face and tossed it somewhere in the room. His eyes roamed hungrily over her face before he grabbed the back of her hand and crashed his lips onto hers. He walked her backward and pushed her up against the cold wall while kissing the daylight out of her. Sabrina loacked her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervor. She was a putty in his arms. Her insides were quaking with thrill. H

Sabrina heaved a heavy sigh. They were sending her to Queen's chamber again. It was nothing short of a punishment for her. She still had not recovered from the last time. The queen's indecent moans mingled with lewd smacking of skin, Sabrina felt the tip of her ear turning red. Her image of Georgina was ruined for life. The royals knew nothing about loyalty. She just hoped, she wouldn't have to face that situation again. Last night, she had drawn some cuts into her skin with silver to make the servants believe that she was punished. No one offered her a comforting word except for Jayla, another maid like her. The girl was in her early twenties and had a very warm nature. Zaira had shot her a condascending smirk that said "you deserve it." Sabrina looked away, reminding herself it was just for a few days. Once Elizah will have his revenge , everything will be okay. "Take this tray to Queen's room and keep your gaze low," Zaira thrusted the tray into her hand and repeated

"I am going to make sure the werewolf King does not back down from war," Herons promised Elizah. Elizah looked up at the overcast sky and hummed in approval. It was about time they put an end to this. These fuckers were going to face the storm. Once the delegates departed, he returned to the throne room. Allain was sitting on the throne, Elizah took his seat beside him. "He stole money from my shop, my lord. He should be punished severely," the merchant pointed at the cowering boy and narrated his case. The boy who must not be more than fifteen was trembling in fear. He was wearing shabby clothes and his face bore many small cuts. His lips were swollen due to beating. He was a beggar. "Me..mercy, your majesty. My sister was hungry for four days. She would have died of starvation," the boy joined his hands and begged the King as fat tears slid down his eyes. The King sent him a cold glare. "40 lashes on his back," Allain declared. His verdict brought a content smile on the p

The queen was furious to know that Elizah had put his brother in the dungeon. She demanded of Elizah to release him instantly. "He is a skilled warrior. The kingdom needs him," Georgia argued strongly. Elizah fixed her with a bored gaze. " My Kingdom has no requirement for cowards like him. Skills become a bane when used for vile purposes. Atticus will be punished, severely so," Elizah stated cooly. He will have him regret the moment he allowed vile thoughts to bud in his mind about his Sabrina. He will have him regret even looking at her. "But.." Elizah cut her off with his cold glare."Leave. I wish to be alone," Elizah commanded. Georgina clenched her jaw but reluctantly did as he said. The war had begun. Allain had left for werewolf kingdom and was fighting against the King. He needed his skills to fight werewolves for him and once he will return after winning over the werewolves Elizah will have his head. The man will die of betrayal. And even though he dies at the hand of w