The loud bell rings loudly waking me from my sleep. I look over at the empty bed across the room and I wonder where Margaret is. When I was the King's sex slave he would never let me spend the night in his chambers. It was not until he started to pursue me as a mate did he finally allow me that privilege. Stretching my arms wide to the side, I make my way over to the dresser that we share and pull out one of my maid uniforms. Just as I am pulling it over my head there is a knock on the door that separates our room from Alexanders.Straightening the dress, I quickly button up the front buttons and open the door. The metallic smell of blood fills my nose as soon as the door is opened. Alexander is holding the door open with one hand and gestures for me to come inside with another. Hurriedly I glance around the room looking for Margaret. That is when I see her huddled in the corner. A broken bloodied mess. Without hesitation I rush to her side and check her breathing. I roll

After hours upon hours of scrubbing I finally got the blood stains out of the sheets. I trod up the hill with the wet sheets in my arms when it starts to rain. Casting my eyes to the sky I let the rain fall freely on my face, washing the tears that I had shed away from my cheeks. As I stare at the rain I hear someone call my name from up ahead. With my eyes blurry from the rain I look forward and see someone running towards me. Larissa. "Natalia," she says with a bit of exasperation in her voice. "What are you doing out here in the rain?"I shrug my shoulders as I push past her. The last thing that I need is more friends on my path to self destruction. No. If I am going to seduce Alexander I need to seclude myself as much as possible. I refuse to bring anyone else down with me. But Larissa chases me down anyway. "You didn't answer me," she says cheerfully as she catches back up with me. "What are you doing out here in the rain?""The King needed me to wash these sheets

**Flashback**"I know he touched you," Alexander growls angrily. "Tell me the truth."Slowly I back away from Alexander with my hands raised in the air. "No one touched me. I swear it." I tell him honestly but the rage in his eyes will not cease. "I can smell his scent all over you," he growls as he stalks me like I am his prey."It was just a hug," I admit. Earlier in the day one of the male Omegas had engulfed me in a hug while he was telling me about his mate. I did not think anything of it at the time. But when Alexander walked into my bedroom and caught his scent he lost his mind. "You are mine," he yells in my face and I nod my head furiously up and down. "No one is to touch you but me.""I am yours," I say as I reach up and try to stroke his chest to settle him down. But it does not work. Alexander grabs my wrist and squeezes down hard. I can hear my bones snapping under the pressure. "Alexander please," I beg him. "You are hurting me.""Good," he says with an

I stand outside of Alexander's office with my hands sweating. I wipe them on the skirt of my maid's uniform over and over again. Staring at the dark wood door I try to think of all of the reasons that I could have been in his room without him this morning. I am sure that Raphael has already told him I was in there. I raise my hand to knock on the door but before my hand hits the door Alexander's voice rings out loudly. "Are you going to stand there forever or come inside?" There is a gruffness to his voice but also a hint of humor.Gripping the cold door knob I slowly turn the knob and walk inside. As I walk in the door Alexander is sitting with his feet propped up on his desk. His hands are lazily placed behind his head as he watches me intently with his crystal blue eyes. "You wanted to see me, Your Highness?" I say baring my neck to him in submission. "Your scent gives you away," he says with a grin on his lips. "You smell like chocolate cake." I cannot help but smile

Victor wraps his arms around me tightly and I lean back comfortably in his arms. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and lets out a low rumble of a growl. "He touched you," he says angrily. Forgetting my nakedness, I spin myself around and look deeply into his bright blue eyes. "It isn't what you think," I tell him quickly. "It was not that kind of touch."Victor's eyes never stray from my own as they swirl from blue to silver and back again. "He touched you," he growls again. "Mine," his voice sounds gruff and mean. He wraps his arms back around me. He nuzzles his nose back in my neck and I can feel his canines lengthen against my neck. "Victor," I gasp out because he is holding me so tightly. "Please don't. Not like this." His canines scrap against my skin but they do not puncture it. His grip around me loosens and I suddenly remember that we are both naked. Something hard is pressing against my stomach but I do not dare look down to see what I already know it is. My