Then she thought of King. She didn't even know why but she was thinking of him.She thought of the massacre that might come from this and, the lives that might be lost, the blood that might be shed, th---Her body dropped to the floor with a thud, her bloodied claws clawed deeply against the cave floor as air rushed into her lungs. She drew it in quickly, coughing and attempting to stand up on her feet immediately. Her chest raising and falling, her vision a blurry, the darkness not making any of it easy. What was that?What had saved her?She looked around quickly, trying to find her daughter to ensure that she was okay. She was. Sitting by one side of the cave, with tears running down her cheeks while she held her kneels and wept against her yellow gown was Mira.Thank Moon Goddess she was save. She hurried to bed immediately and Mira readily leaped into her embrace. Crying even more. She needed her to stop crying. She might fall unconscious and this time around, the Pack I

Immediately, George went back to normal, his fist loosened, his breathing fast, as he tried to pull himself slowly from the floor but failed miserably. He reached his hand for her and she held it gently in a reassuring manner. "It's okay," she wiped her tears away. "You are okay." "Da-dadd-y..." Mira said, sniffling, and despite his pain, George managed to offer her a smile. They would have stayed in their family moment forever but the hands that pulled George and Mira away, smashed the moment, letting it shatter away like pieces of broken glass. She looked up to beg once again but the King was no longer there. When had he left? She hadn't even noticed. In no time, they were dragging George and Mira out of the throne room. There were strong hands on her too. Dragging her away, trying to separate the family. Mira reached out to her in tears but before she could hold her daughter, the guards were gone with her. They had taken George away too. And she? She had been brought b

"You summoned me, I'm here. Now speak. I have other things to get to."She gulped, nodding."My family. Set them free. Let them go, my daughter is sick and my husband---" her voice trailed off as tears threatened to overcome her at the thought of the condition they might be in. The inhumane treatment that they might be going through at that moment, the pain, it made her heart ache, most especially for her daughter, her darling little Mira. She knew nothing, she didn't deserve this."Please, just let them go. It is me you want." She said, her voice firm and laced with unhidden disgust.She watched him for a moment in anticipation of his response, taking in his silence, watched as he looked at her through black soulless eyes. As a usual thing, whenever she was around him, she had to fight the consuming mate bond that relentlessly drew her to him like a magnet far powerful than her entire being, a force mighter than her that always threatened to bring her to her kneels before him, to su

Zezi didn't like the elaborate long blue gown with the deep V shaped neckline, styled with barely anything for sleeves, that Gwen had made her wear. Neither did she like the silver heels Gwen had slid her feet into, nor how she had gallantly dressed her black hair in high bun and decorated it with little shinning silver stones.She hated everything, including the fact that she was now walking down the hallway and heading to the door of the King's dinning hall. But this must be done, she knew it and for that very reason, she kept the advice that Gwen had said to her playing in her head over and over again."Be well behaved, Milady. I know it is hard but please try to be. Our King was brought up differently, very differently, and his moves are rather clumsy. You have to show him that you are willing to submit to him. Only then, will he stop fighting you."Many things in her advice, was Zezi against. Submit to him?A thought that sent her whole body crawling with hate. Yet she could p

Her eye lids were heavy and they were slipping close fast, she felt herself being lifted in his arms, all the fight in her quickly seeping right out of her body.Not because he was holding her but simply because she no longer had any fight in her.She was far too weak."Take them to the Execution Ground, I'm getting rid of the problem for good."She heard him dashing out orders, her heart feeling totally destroyed at them, not being able to do anything about broke her the more.She couldn't even open her eyes! She tried to speak, move, do something but no. Totally furtile!She could feel him breeze out of the dungeon, she couldn't smell the anguish nor hear the voice of her family that she was now scared of not hearing any more, now more than ever. Or it could just be because she was falling unconscious.She heard a door swing open and felt herself been settled into bed, a blanket dragged over her, gently.Careful treatment as if she was an egg.A sudden gush of wing. The door swin