“What have you done to her, my King?!” Harbin scolds. His voice is loud and laced with annoyance at his King. It is also his admonishment that woke me up. Ah! I still don’t want to open my eyes and face all this pain. “She falls unconscious while we are amid our pleasure,” Theo answers. A hint of guilt in his voice. “You know she is pregnant! Pregnancy is physically and emotionally rough for she-wolves! And instead of her, you should be f*ucking your harem women!” I flinch at Harbin’s words. I guess he goes vulgar when frustrated? He’s always calm and collected when dealing with me. “Making love with her won’t make her more pregnant than she currently is.” “You idiot! If you haven’t noticed, she is breaking! I told you to treat her better! Not to f*uck her every chance you get! Besides, you know that you are still having a problem with her being pregnant! Her child will be your firstborn!” “Harbin, stop. Your annoying voice is ringing in my ears. Besides, it’s consensual. We bo

When night comes and Theo still did not return, I feel the hole in my heart enlarge. It is so pronounced that I feel like my whole body is being devoured by it. Yet, there is no physical pain. It’s all in my mind. Meeghan also did not bother me. She might have thought that I need to rest after sex with the King. All are nothing but lies. I crouch on the bed. I want to cry, but the tears have long dried up, and even the swelling on my face has long been gone. Damn these werewolf abilities. When the door opens, I sit up to see Theo striding toward me. Finally, he’s here. Even if there is a tired look on his face. My heart takes another plunge. Is visiting me has become an exhausting activity for him? Is he bored with me already? He takes a chair and sits in front of me. There is a grave look on his face. His hands are clasped together and his shoulders are drooping. Rather than a King, he looks like a picture of utter defeat. “I wasn’t able to ask this of you earlier because of

Theo grunts on top of me and my chest jiggles every time his manhood impales me. My body arches and I grab tightly onto the sheet. He continuously calls my name every time he thrusts. His voice still sounds like music, but the pleasing quality in it is replaced by the knowledge that he’s not only doing these intimate acts with me. He finally releases inside while my back touch the sheets again. He licks the corner of my mouth while waiting for his shivers to die down. “Kaiya, is our lovemaking becoming boring for you?” he asks. “I’m good,” I answer. My chest is still heaving from attempting to catch my orgasm, but failing to do so. “You want me to spice it up?” “Spice?” I ask. He sits up and takes my hand. He kisses it before saying, “Yes, to make it more enjoyable.” Rather than making our sex more enjoyable, shouldn’t he be thinking about how to ensure his harem women get pregnant? But after acknowledging it, pain shoots through my chest again. “How?” He reaches for the beds

When morning comes, I sit up on the bed. I feel uncomfortable sitting down, but I feel like it is okay. This is a punishment for me, for even thinking that I can have a peaceful life with a King. “Miss Kaiya, Harbin sent an invitation for tea,” Meeghan informs. I did not look at her. I remember so clearly what happened last night. I wept so much that when I can cry no more, she asks one of my guards to lift me and place me on the bed in the King’s room. So here I am again, another painful existence in this castle. This is not what I envision when Theo brings me here from the hunting park. “I can tell him that you’re too tired. Besides, the path there is—” I raise my arm to stop her. I climb from the bed and say, “I need a bath and the perfect dress for a tea.” “Yes, Miss,” Meeghan says. “Accessories too. Something befitting of a King’s favorite,” I add. Meeghan nods and did as she is told. I am washed and brushed. Dressed in a beautiful white dress with a brown vest and a littl

When my eyes opened, I became instantly aware that I lost my child. Meeghan is beside me and when she sees that I am awake, she runs towards the door and tells the guard. She is still telling them when I shift my attention to the window. The sun is high up. Maybe, it’s mid-afternoon or lunch? I wonder how long I slept? And this room, I am still in Theo’s room. I sit up from the bed, expecting pain, but there is only the discomfort due to lying a long time in bed. I smirk as I lean on the headboard. It’s my werewolf genes again. I just hope that I feel the pain of losing my child longer. Even when I lost my child, the pain is negligible that I didn’t even detect it, until I notice Meeghan’s look of terror as she stares at my skirt with the splotches of blood. I hear the rush of feet by the door and towards my bed. And I smell lavender even before Theo gathers me up into an embrace. I didn’t respond. I am not angry. Rather, I feel numb more than ever. Maybe, my heart has become too e