Semua Bab The Alpha & The Harpy: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 22. Free Time Around the Castle: Master Fenn While Master Fenn had done his best to close the door to the room gently, trying his best not to cause the ironmongery to squeak under the palm of his hands. The truth was that Master Fenn could have slammed it for all that it would have mattered and the young owl knew it better than anyone else present in the Raven Kingdom would. Lord Fielder would not wake now, until the alcohol wore off in his system and by then, he would be craving gallons and gallons of water to quench a thirst that seemed as though it would never end. He signed as he walked down a different hallway than the one he had approached the room from. Partly, because he did not want to run into the Peacocks or the Eurasians right now. Master Fenn was already angry at them as it was and he wasn't naturally an angry owl by nature. More often he was very gentle and caring; very considerate of others and that was the values he was raised by. It was also the values, he w

Chapter 24. Council of Owls & Code of Conduct The last group of Harpy to leave the dining room, following the late lunch and both Seraphina and Lady Nox, the Raven Queens' departure to continue the obligations that came with her ruling a Kingdom as a widowed Queen, was the Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy. As they walked up the corridor; the group turned in the direction of their room, around several more turns and a few doors up. It did not seem to take long and the brothers were in high spirits – slightly tipsy after a few glasses of the blood wine themselves. Not enough that they had almost complete loss of bodily functions. Such as that, they had witnessed, of Lord Fielder. Who was supposed to be chaperoning Master Fenn, had ended up having to use the young owlet as a crutch to get him back to his room after several goblets of the blood wine, too many. Both of the Eurasian brothers' laughed and mocked various individuals who had been sitting around the table. They did this the

Chapter 26. One More Downed Hound While Ingram was up in the living quarters cooking; clink's, clang's and the bubbling of water in pots could be heard somewhere in the floor above her. Sephora had built up the courage, eventually, to go over an investigate the body of the werewolf she had saved from… whatever had happened in the Ancient Forest. Sephora sauntered up to the unconscious werewolf, strapped down onto the table. It was only now, that she could really see the definition in the muscles of this males abdomen with matching arms bulking with their power, even in human form, As the younger twins eyes surveyed top to bottom she noticed that he had and quite the defined V-line. The Doctor had placed a sheet over the males lower half, in a bid to keep him from neither loosing nor accumulating too much heat. She could not resist the temptation to reach out and run two of her black nails down his torso gently, so as not to wake him. He hadn't woken yet despite the talking,

Chapter 28. Stealthy As A Ghost Elsewhere in the castle, Lord Easton was restlessly waiting for his fresh towels to shower up and freshen up prior to his meeting later on with the Raven Queen. Where he would formally pitch the benefit of a union between one, if not both, of her daughter's and his son's. Loris and Lucas had used up their supply and taken them to the Royal baths, where they had decided to have an enjoyable and leisurely soak. Where were they reviewing their thoughts on Seraphina as a potential mate and the Raven kingdom as a whole, and how the lunch introductions had gone? The Eurasian King had waited patiently for his towels for a while now, but the light of day was all but gone from the grey sky – now as dark as it would get. 'How long do these servants take?' He wondered, incredulous at the length of time fresh towels were taking. The lanterns in his room had flickered on with a strange, dark grey coloured flame, a magic that the Raven's used to light their h

Chapter 30. Madness in the Music Room In one smooth and swift sweep into the music room, Master Fenn had assessed the entire predicament and his now unfurled wings, of mottled brown, curtained the crumpled form of the raven servant, which was now curtained and out of the Peacock Prince's view. He realised with a cruel sense of irony, how her form crumpled like that of the towels outside the room. The rage visibly came to the surface of Master Chaitav's, the Peacock Prince's, face. His erect and hard member was still very clearly out of his trousers. The Prince's face became so red with equal parts rage, and equal parts embarrassment... and partial fear from getting caught that his face now was so red and purple, that contrasted horrifically, and oddly with the blue and green of his hair, "That servant was tending MY needs." He spat at the bold and younger tawny Prince. Behind the curtain of Prince Fenn's mottled wings, the blue-hued servant girl curled into a fetal position. He