I watched with a nonchalant look, as the Alpha's mistress glared at me like I had just told her to jump into the biggest ocean in the world. Wait, what had she been expecting from me? she had said that I stank, a statement which I entirely agree with for the stench and presence of blood over me was beginning to nauseate me-I needed a hot bath, for a good cleansing. But still, she should be leaving, not standing there looking like me like a sheep. What was her problem?"I will get back to you, slave..." she stated, and I shrugged, cocking my eyebrow at her, indicating that she should use the door. Not that I wasn't bothered by her threat. No, not that. Actually, I was. It was just that I didn't want her to get a thrill at seeing me afraid, that would be a double defeat for me. It was better that I wait to see and participate in her to be well-laid plans. But till then, the false brave façade would have to be kept up.When she saw that I said nothing regarding her statement, she hissed

Raul's POV:When I had seen her first lying down there, beneath the water, I had panicked, an Alpha king who had claimed has no emotions, had panicked for the first time I could remember in a very long time. I had wanted to dip my hand into the tub and bring her out, but for the bubbles that had slithered up to the surface of the water. She was alive. Had she been trying to kill herself? I had thought, feeling my anger rise again. I had given the best room in the mansion apart of mine, something that even Azeera hadn't achieved despite being my mistress, and what the fool could pay me back with had been to try kill herself. Ungrateful slave! I had cussed before shouting at her to get out of the water. My thought hadn't sidetracked then to the fact that she could be naked.Quickly, she had responded to my call by lifting her head sharply out of the water. Seeing her shocked hadn't even deterred my anger. I had just left her for barely thirty minutes and she had managed to try drown her

"You are mine for all time, slave. You know that now." Raul made it a statement, a command he believed that the girl dared not disobey. Olivera smiled against his shoulder at his demanding ways. She wondered if the Alpha knew what he was talking about, or perhaps whether he was still under the spell of passion which was holding them both. Even though it had hurt hearing him refer to her as a slave, his acceptance of her body and what they shared triumphed over the hurt. And then she was crying out with pleasure, her throat working convulsively as his teeth grazed her breast, as his arms tightened possessively and his body took hers with a ferocious hunger beyond her wildest imagination. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, whirling her out of herself and into him. He was everywhere she turned, everywhere she touched, inside her body, inside her mind, her very blood his, until they seemed one being exploding upward into the sky. She now understood why the women were obsess

"Oh, God, Olivera, how can I ever resist you?" Raul moaned out. He needed her all over again. Needed to feel, to be alive, to know she would always be a part of him, his life, that when he opened his eyes and took his first breath each morning, she would be there to give him ever-deepening emotions, and to look at him with something other than fear in her eyes. He knew she could not resist his burning need. The intensity of his feelings swept through her mind, and her body caught fire with his. She pushed back against him, consenting, enflaming him further. She was laughing softly, teasing, but her breath caught in her throat when he thrust forward in intimate invasion. Her body tightened around his, holding him, clutching him, rippling with life and heat. One powerful arm tightened possessively around her waist, his body all at once protective over hers. "Are we crazy, we two?" he murmured, not believing his carefreeness around this lady. "You're the crazy one," Olivera gasped, mov

Olivera's POV:I held my breath, my heart threatening to beat out of its cage when I saw the drastic change that occurred on the Alpha's face, immediately after my question. The playful, teasing and naughty look that had been on his face all these while had evaporated into thin air. Now, what had taken its place was a mask of anger and fury, an exact replica of the Alpha I had met at first. What had happened? Did I ask the wrong question? I wondered, unconsciously biting my lips. Was his family a sore subject? Oh God. I mused. I should have made do with his teasing, not worrying about my heart and the future, but focusing on the present. Now, I might have broken whatever little fragile relationship I've started with the man. I was curious as to what his answer could be. My nervousness was increasing by the second as I watched him trail his eyes all over me. But I noticed that this time around, instead of the awe filled worship I had seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago, disgust wa