FerraraFor a terse second, Seline and Jax grappled with each other — their grunts, as they struggled with the stake, bouncing off the walls, a defeaning silence. His body covered hers, and though Seline ought to be physically stronger, the reverse was becoming the case as he now towered over her, driving the stake deeper into her chest. I glanced around hurriedly, the poison already weak in my system — thanks to an age long trick I'd discovered recently — and found the stake she'd left at my feet a lifetime ago. Leaping over the glass coffin, I ripped him off Seline and drove the stake deep into his chest. He groaned, his body rigid — stiffening in a matter of seconds. The stake didn't go as far as getting his heart, but the injury it'd created was big enough to hold him down for sometime.“You evil peace of shit,” I cussed, spitting on his face. He writhed about, his nerves convulsing. Whirling around, I crouched beside Seline, placing a hand underneath her head.“Master.” She beame

SelineI let out a soft sigh, cold air filling my lungs, inflating my chest. I felt heavy, like a slab of marble — my nerves stiff, my mouth dry. Slowly, I drew in deep breaths, until my nerves loosened, blood coursing through my veins, bringing my organs back to life.I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, before I finally moved my legs. Ferrara, who sat on the floor beside me shot up almost immediately, his forehead creased with worry as he peered at me — his eyes traveling down my body, then back up to my face. “I — ”“Hello,” I croaked, mustering a wry smile. My mouth didn't feel like mine, so did my limbs. It felt as though my spirit had somehow transported itself to a new body. “What happened, Sir? You look worried.”“Pet,” Relief washed over his features, tears streaming out the corners of his eyes. “You're awake. You didn't die.”“Yeah, I can see that,” I frowned, my muscles protesting loudly as I tried sitting up. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd never been the lazy t

FerraraI watched my sires carefully, noting how their eyes widened, their lips curved in surprise — quiet outrage mixed with hate shinning in their eyes as they turned to one another, whispering furiously and shaking their heads in disagreement. They were reforming alliances, strengthening their solidarity against me. Any moment now, any wrong word, and they would depose me. I could feel the tension thick in the air like a smoke pollution.“Your Majesty,” Samuel was the first to step forward, bowing curtly. “Don't you think you're making a hasty decision? Surely, you do not mean to have her as a soulmate. As beautiful and graceful as she is, her status as a shifter hardly befits your — ”“I know what I'm doing, Sam. Her being a shifter is no basis.”At this, he recoiled, stunned. Swiveling back to the gathering, he shrugged, muttering quietly. “He's the king. I tried but he won't listen.”The disapproving murmurs and hostile glances at Seline multiplied, driving my butt to the edge o