The palace was sort of empty, so it was easier for Toreh to slip inside quietly. Unaware that she was being watched, she walked stealthily past the pillars, heading for the dining room.“Is she the one?”, Kayne whispered as he shove his hands into his pockets.Eloive looked up, eyes widening as he recognized the bracelet he had given her. What was Toreh doing here?“Yes. She’s going to get herself killed uncle. If anyone sees her, they’d put a knife to her throat”.“She kind of deserves it”, Kayne said, eyes fixed on the human girl.Eloive looked to his uncle, flabbergasted. “What? You know she does. First, she broke your heart…”Eloive butt in. “She didn’t break my heart…”, he started to say but shut up when Kayne glared at him.“Then, she comes into our home without permission on the day of the hunt”.“That’s just how she is! That’s her personality uncle”.“Then she should be able to deal with the repercussions”.Eloive wasn’t listening, his eyes fixed on Toreh. She stood before the

It was a quarter to midnight by the time Eloive sneaked into the infirmary. Quietly, he made his way to the room where Toreh was being held, hood up. The door was locked but he had the keys and unlocked it quickly before slipping inside. The room was small and Eloive was shocked to see her awake. She was checking out hr bandaged wounds in the mirror. She wasn’t naked, but the blue wrapper she tied around herself didn’t cover much. Swallowing hard, he dragged his gaze upwards.“How are you?”She turned around, holding the wrapper closely to her chest. Her hair was up in a bun, a few strands, escaping the hair band. She was black, beautiful and his. The choker, however said otherwise.“What are you doing here?”“That’s not the answer to my question Toreh”.“Well, that’s the answer I have to offer. What are you doing here Eloive?”, she asked coldly.“What’s with the attitude Toreh? I saved your life. You’re supposed to be nice to me”.“I didn’t ask you to save me Eloive. How do you expec

Toreh was bored.There was absolutely nothing for her to do in the room other than sit still and sitting still was nothing she was used to. Her wounds were healing nicely so why won’t they let her go? She decided then that she wouldn’t stay here. She would pick the lock. Yes, that’s what she would do.Leaping from the bed, she searched the drawers for something sharp. She did find a crocheting pin. That should do it.Kneeling before the door, she slit the crochet pin into the keyhole and began picking the lock. The door burst open then and Toreh was thrown backwards, the nightdress she had changed into, rising above her knees. She looked up and was surprised to see the Crown Prince. Quickly, she rose, curtsying. “Your royal highness”.“You were planning to escape, were you not?”“What do you expect your highness? This room is a bore. All I do is sit around all day”, Toreh replied glumly.“I apologize for the lack of hospitality but you cannot leave until you have spoken with the king”

Positive.“I’m pregnant”, I whisper, disposing the stick before going ahead to wash my hands. “I’m pregnant. I’m not supposed to be pregnant. How can I be? Sia and I didn’t use protection but a wolf can’t begot a lycan’s child. Oh Mila, say something!”“My congratulations are in order my lady”.“Congratulations? Mila, this is not good news. Me being pregnant is a disaster!”She frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand my lady”.“Mila, I don’t want to be a mother”, I say, sobbing. “I don’t want to bear children. Not now, not ever”.“Oh dear, don’t say that”.“But it’s the truth Mila. Plus, I’m too young to be a mother”.“If you think you’re too young to be a mother then you shouldn’t have had unprotected sex in the first place”.“Mila!”“What? I’m only putting in my two cents”.“Well, nobody asked for your two cents”, I yell, breathing hard. Calming a bit, I say “I’m sorry Mila but I’m not ready to accept the fact that I am pregnant. I mean, I am not supposed to be pregnant. Wolves can’

Samantha was bored.And she was never bored, especially during Christmas. There were always parties to plan, cards to make but this year was different and she wasn’t really feeling up to it. She didn’t have any friends. Her parents wouldn’t let her have any. They weren't even around, off to enjoy the evening with one of their too many friends. Samantha subtly wondered if they even knew it was Christmas and was supposed to spend time with family.“Well fuck this”, she said, putting on her coat. “I’m not going to be by myself on Christmas eve. I might as well go to the bar or something”.Samantha held in her breath as she handed the bouncer her fake ID. Please let him believe, please let him….“Go have some fun Agnes”.She curtsied before entering, earning her a few weird looks.“Gowns are not exactly part of a bar attire Agnes, or should I say Samantha?”She gasped before curtsying. “My prince, I…what are you doing here?”He lifted his glass of cognac. “Drinking my sorrows away. You?”