Roselle forced herself to go to bed after the maids left her. But no matter how hard she tried; she just couldn't calm down sufficiently to drift off to sleep. Her mind was occupied with a lot of things, mainly, about Romeo. She didn't want to think about him, but it was impossible for her to ignore what she had just managed to glean from her maids. It was just a rumor she repeated to herself, but according to all the things she had observed in the imperial palace – the royal family's reaction towards him including all the Werewolves present in the ball, all told her otherwise. Moreover, appearances do not lie! The difference was pretty obvious and having Romeo being the only one with such distinct appearance says it all.Burying her face into her pillow, Roselle let out a deep sigh. She never would have thought something like this was going on in the werewolves' empire. Back home, the human's main and biggest problem was nothing else but Werewolves and there were no major issues amon

Inside a luxurious receiving room, Romeo was sitting across the general and Thea.The general had been formal and polite but Romeo would never forget the look in this man's eyes every time this exalted general turned his gaze on him when Romeo was still young, until before he left the empire. Like all of the other high-ranking officials, this man was another thick-skinned hypocrite who only knew how to judge based on outward appearances and political gains.Time had gone by and yet, the general was still babbling on about things Romeo did not even care about. Anyone could tell that the robust and huge general was beating around the bush, perhaps trying to appeal to the prince's good side or elicit a positive reaction from him before finally landing on his real purpose. But Romeo never spoke. He looked as if almost all expressions were wiped off from his good-looking face. Except for that cold expression his men knew so well – the adamantine one that meant it was easier to move a mount

Roselle swallowed."I never even saw her shadow, nor had I planned to meet up with her within the last three days, Rosella." Came his firm voice and Roselle could only bit her lower lip. She suddenly knew that she was wrong in judging just according to his expressions and reactions alone."I… I… that…"As she stammered, Romeo stretched his hands suddenly – too suddenly – and slammed them on either side of her, against the wall that was somehow behind her. She stumbled backwards in surprise, finally realizing that she had stepped back from him for so long she had already reached the wall.When she looked up at him, their faces almost collided and she pulled her head back as far as she could without slamming her own head into the wall. However, when she saw the creases between his brows and the intensity of his glittering eyes that held hers, Roselle found herself unable to either pull her gaze away or make a sound.However, she realised very quickly that her reactions were not out of f

Dacria, the northernmost City of the werewolf's empire was not an unknown place to Roselle. A few months ago, Roselle had taken a look at the map of the Northern Empire and this place named Dacria had caught her interest. It was because it's the only place in the entire empire that seemed to have nothing there, but an abandoned land covered with ice.When Roselle asked her father if anyone lived in that place, she was surprised when her father told her that it was probably the most formidable place in the whole werewolf empire. He had told her then that they had no other detailed information about this place as no human had ever set foot in it. She had understood then that the reason why the estate was a blank canvas on the map was because of the lack of intelligence the humans had about it. Lucius had thought out on multiple worst-case scenarios and had considered Dacria as a place they needed to take seriously, probably more so than the werewolfs' imperial capital, because he had th

"I… I can manage now. Thank… thank you… for your help." She replied, stammering. "I can definitely do it on my own now." "Be careful. If you need help, just call me." He said and when she nodded, he tactfully turned and left the room. The moment the door was closed, Romeo raked his hand through his hair and exhaled shakily while leaning against the bathroom's door, feeling his legs as unsteady as a new-born foal's. His suddenly stiff fingers fumbled with his cloak and yanked it away as if it were causing him to suffocate from heat. A muffled groan escaped his lips followed by a curt curse. His control was barely hanging on by a thread. When she grabbed his hair and he looked up to see those dazed pair of amber eyes, only the devil knew how much he had to draw out his legendary iron control to stop himself from grabbing her legs and parting them wide for him so he could… he could indulge and ravage her there and then. He was always a man of control when it came to women, treating the