"Papa!" Elora screamed watching as her father flew halfway across the room, breaking the table in the living room as he landed on it with a crash.Bernard Belany, propped himself up on one arm bleeding profusely through his nose, shattered by their Alpha Rasmus’ punch, and sent comforting looks their way even though he was obviously in pain.He coughed. "Stay back, Baby. Stay with Mama." "Ah! You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, Bernard." Alpha Rasmus smiled, uttering his words slowly as if to inflict more pain with them."You can't do this. He's your Beta. Res…respect. Respect him." Elora's Mother stuttered, her face shining in dawn's moonlight as its rays hit the tears that were streaming down her cheeks."Beta?” He asked incredulously, “He lost that the moment he chose slaves over his own pack!" With the last word, he kicked her father's belly, sending him sprawling further across the room's floor."What is my crime, Rasmus?" Bernard groaned, guarding his belly from

ELORAThe entire length and breadth of the manor was full of young werewolves. I had known about the house party days ago. I had also known it would be the worst experience I've had in days.Now standing in the middle of the Manor grounds, I knew it would be worse than I had envisaged and my belly twisted with disgust.Each female that arrived looked at me with scorn. Their eyes didn't hide the fact that they despised me. And for what? Many of them didn't even know why they were to hate me. But they did all the same.Alpha Rasmus had spread lies about my father, so that even people who weren't part of the plot thought my Father was really a traitor.Someday, I would show them.Someday, they would know they all made a terrible mistake. "Her Father's daughter!" One of them mocked as she passed me. She shuffled past me. Her corset must be really tight cutting off the air that was supposed to go to her brain. I smiled. That would have been a good come back, but I stayed mute. I knew too

Alma walked into the room. Elegant, bright. I wondered how she could fake her radiant smile. She couldn't hide her fear. It shone through her eyes. I knew how to smell fear after living with it for weeks.If circumstances had been different, Alma could easily pass for a noble. She didn't look like most of their women did. She had seen many moons and revolutions, no doubt. She must have been fifty years of age— but she looked nothing like it. Her face didn't sag, her legs were straight and firm, and her boobs, and butt didn't need any adjusting to gain attention. Alma was sweet and kind, and so beautiful for her age. I knew that this was a problem. They would pick on her soon.She walked into the room in her kitchen whites, holding a tray of lamb. She moved to set it on the table, and clear the clothes that had covered the table.With precise and deliberate motion, Alma set the tray to a side of the table. Next she packed all the clothes on it and set it aside, dropping them on one of

"Rasmus sent you?" The Lycan asked. He was now among other Lycan-sized men in black. They seemed to be his guards.As the slave masters pushed me towards the Lycan, I stumbled and fell, landing on my side. "Mr Kain. This one will suit your demand. She used to be a noble but she's a bit feisty."Mr Kain walked forward and picked me up from the ground with one hand, setting me on my feet. He examined my face and smiled slyly."Is she untouched?" He asked."She is, Sir." Everything in me hated this, hated being talked about like a piece of bread or clothing for sale. My heart burned with the desire to just take a knife and stab them.The slave master continued, "I can check, and show you." I remembered hearing about slaves being fingered, prodded and penetrated randomly to prove their virginity. I knew I had to do something quickly. I stiffened. I turned to my left and saw Olivia, Brian and Bennett."No. There'll be no need. I want her intact." He smiled, his eyes twinkled yet they se

ROMEThe convoy of carriages finally arrived the palace in Hanaerum and there was only one thing occupying the king's mind, the meeting which he had set to depose Erika. The pain he felt at her betrayal worsened as he stared at the stone walls that had housed the woman he had once thought loved him and was loyal to him. He had asked everyone to be present at the meeting with severe consequences for any defaulters. He’d also be deposing Chester from his position as 'King's Hand.' Skye could comfortably hold the office. As it should have always been.Rome sat in the carriage a bit longer even after the doors had been opened for him. He was hesitant and didn't want to face the people. It was a feeling deeper than shame. He was disappointed in himself.How could the Lycan King be a victim of infidelity?How could anyone trust him to hold a country together when he couldn’t even hold his home together."Your Majesty?" Teriel called, holding the door.He stepped down from the carriage steel