The second bell rings and I slide into my spot outside of Alexander's bedroom. I keep my eyes trained on the ground just like I have been taught all of these years. Only look Royalty in their eyes when necessary. Up until today I did not think much about this rule but today I am nothing more than a servant. I have decided that I will be nothing more than a servant for the rest of my life. If staying a servant keeps the rogue camp safe then I will never strive to be more than what I already am. As I stare down at my scuffed up shoes I notice that the skirt of my maid's uniform is horribly wrinkled from being tossed on the floor several days ago. Using the palms of my hands I try to smooth out the wrinkles from my skirt when the smell of vanilla ensnares my senses. I look up and see Alexander standing in front of me with a wicked smile on his face. "You have been dismissed from your duties," he says as he reaches down and takes one of my hands in his own. Slowly I peel my ha

And so the week went on. Every morning Larissa would invite herself into my room and wake me. I would put on one of the fine gowns that hang carelessly in the wardrobe and follow her down to breakfast. All of the servants glare at me on my way down to the dining room. Whispers and gossip follow me everywhere through the castle. They speak about how they see me coming and going from the Kings chambers every night and how they see our stolen kisses when we believe that no one is watching. Of course all of it is lies, no doubt spread by Larissa at the request of the King. In reality I spend every night trying to pick the lock of my bedroom door and every moment I spend with Alexander we spend bickering over how I am not being a proper chosen mate. This morning is no different than the last. I had hoped that I would be able to have my breakfast in my room this morning because it is a Saturday. But as soon as the second bell rings, I hear the key in the lock of my bedroom door,

Natalia POVMy back is against something hard as my eyes flutter open. I look at the world around me and realize that I do not know where I am. Never in this life or the last have I ever been in such a dark and depressing place. I try to move but the pain in my thighs is still strong. Reaching down with one of my hands I try to feel the damage that was left by the castle guards. As I move my hands the clanging of chains catches my attention. Holding my wrists up in the air I see that each one is cuffed and a heavy chain has me attached to the cot where I am laying. With one hand I explore the cuff on the other hand and it stings against my touch. Silver. The cuffs must be made from silver. I try to straighten myself back up in the bed and the clattering of the chains pierces the silence of the dismal place that I am trapped in. Looking at my surroundings I finally realize where I am. As my eyes adjust to the light I can see that large metal bars surround the small area th

Victor POVWalking back from the sight of Natalia’s blood, Jax will not stop crying in my mind. He knows that our mate is in danger and he wants to go to her now. I keep trying to explain to him that we need to formulate a plan but it is like talking to a brick wall. Gerard meets me at the edge of the rogue camp with a knowing look on his face. “I took the liberty of calling a camp meeting,” he tells me. I don’t bother to ask how he knows that my mate is in danger. I just continue to walk towards the crowd that is gathering slowly in the middle of the camp. The smell of Natalia’s blood is haunting my mind as I stand in front of the group of rogues that have gathered in the middle of the rogue camp. No, not the rogue camp. This is the village that I created out of those that my brother felt were no longer worthy to be a part of his pack. Those that were no longer worthy to be a part of his Kingdom. When I first came to the rogue camp after my brother banished me from the King

Victor POVI waste no time shifting into my wolf and taking off after the rogue brother that just went barreling past me. The sound of wolves running behind me continues to get louder and louder as I run towards the rogue camp. The rogue brother skids to a stop just ahead of me and looks toward the direction of the rogue camp and myself. We do not need the ability to mind link in order for me to know what he is thinking. If we keep running toward the rogue camp we are leading the castle guards right to them. The rogues are unprepared for a fight. If we return home we are surely sentencing many from the rogue camp to their deaths. Jax skids to a stop beside the brother and he nips at his flank to grab his attention. Gesturing his head in the opposite direction of the rogue camp, Jax leads the brother towards the spring. The spring is the perfect location to divert the castle guards to. As I take off running towards the line of trees in the distance I can hear the rogue broth