"Damn him, stupid son of the devil!" Emilia cussed, still pacing the length of the room with her fist bunched by her side. She stopped and touched her stomach tentatively as pain from hunger sizzled through her body once more.It has been thirty minutes already since the girl told her she was going to do something to help her. Where in goddess sake is she? Emilia stepped back until her back touched the wall, raising her head back to withhold herself from doing something drastic if more time passed and there was no sight of good news.Her thought was interrupted when the door handle shuddered. At once her sharp orbs flew in the direction of the door, lifting from the wall, half expecting the doe-eyed girl to step through the door but instead, Milan walked through.Her lips pursed dangerously, the anger roaring through her surpassing her common judgment. Even her hunger. She quickly looked down at the floor and closed her eyes. She never feels angry. She isn't supposed to feel angry bec

"Whoo-hoo!" Emma bellowed as the horse roared through the fields. leaving Emilia to trot behind her majorly because she was scared of what would happen if she was to let go of the horse's reins and go faster lest it thrust her forward to her death. "I hope you don't meet the ground, missy," Emilia called after her, her shoulders still tense. Riding wasn't one of her great qualities as she hadn't learned how to ride as a child and even if she did, after so many years of not being on a horse she might have displaced the skill by now. "C'mon, Emilia, come faster!" Emma threw her hands forth, looking briefly at her companion before surging forward as her legs tightened on the stirrups. Emilia blinked twice and looked away to stare at the sky ahead. It was tranquilizing at this time of the day. Everything was calm and by now she knew Betty would be losing her marbles when she found out she was no longer in the room. As for that asshat, only God knows what he would do if he found her out.

The next day seemed to arrive faster on a whim. No sooner had Emilia closed her eyes in slumber did the morning rising bell go off in a distance and even when she hissed and snuggled deeper into the covers to feign she didn't hear the bell, it didn't take long before her window curtains were not-so-kindly yanked apart to reveal the callous sun and as Emilia grabbed the covers to shield her blinding eyes, Betty's voice rang out."Wake up, Ms, the King has asked me to make sure you are prepared before the entrance of Mrs. Worthington who is to become your new teacher." Emilia peeked from the covers, her heart lurching as she slowly realized it was indeed the day she was to be restored back to the former position of a teenage pup."Ms_""Oh, Betty, could you not have mercy on me and not remind me of such a cruel fate that awaits me ahead of a day as generous as this?” Emilia grumbled and finally sat up, blinking rapidly to adjust to the bright room."I am sorry, Ms, just that the King so

Milan was seated by his favorite position close to the window overlooking the meadows, deep in thought about what they discussed in the meeting the other day concerning the upcoming festivities, particularly the annual competition that takes place in the packs to commemorate the blood moon when a knock sounded on his door.He looked in that direction and was about to tell whoever was there to get lost-as he wasn't in the mood to entertain visitors- when the door swung open and for the first time in four score years, his mother walked through the threshold of his study in her regal bourbon gown and reticle which she splayed to point at him, her face a mask of danger. "I asked your sister’s maid to bring her to me after her governess complained of her recent absence from her classes, only to be fed with the scandalous news of her mingling with one of your mistresses most often in recent times." She went straight to the point as she trotted forward and fell on the chair in front of his d

Piles and piles of clothing were what Emilia woke up to very early the next morning even before the bell went off. As soon as she lifted her upper body, she was abruptly made aware of the heavy object above her- like a log of wood. It made her panic at first but her fear shifted to embarrassment as she snapped her head to the side to behold the hunky male sprawled with half of his body enveloping her.Every last night's event flooded her head and at once, Emilia blushed deeply, falling back to catch her breath. It happened just like every other night from before, but last night, it was as if Milan was not just drunk in substance, but was drunk in something else she couldn't pinpoint.Milan was a gentle lover, he worshiped her body each time they came together, still, last night was totally different. Simply magnificent. She thought he was going to finally fuck her, but that wasn't the case.Seeing as his weight was pressing down on her, threatening to crush her, Emilia contemplated a