I continued to sob as I laid in a fetal position on the other side of the bed. I attempted to hide my despair yet my body continued to shake from the feeling of his essence still inside of me. Anger and humiliation only roused these tears as I wiped them, feverishly. A woolen blanket was placed on top of my bare, defiled body and I grimaced. “I don’t need your pity, Lord Varick.” “Ah, so you do have some backbone left. I thought you church maids were like lambs, blind followers of a deceitful shepherd.” I didn’t answer as I was overwhelmed with the tears flowing once more. “Crying is for the weak, what do you gain from it, woman?” “WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT I FELT LIKE THIS?!” I yelled but the effect only made my swollen cheek hurt. “You cried over a trifle deed,” he says, coldly. “This pain wouldn’t be nothing compared to childbirth.” Words of mockery only sparked more anger as I gritted my teeth. I was certain he had no idea what childbirth felt and he had no right to lect

I hadn’t seen this marketplace so bustling and alive before. There were street performers dancing to beautiful foreign music, the bars were even open during this day as the men were frolicking every opened bar, taking all the tables. So the barmaids had to add more tables outside. When one of them caught sight of Varick, he raised his arms and greeted him. “LORD VARICK! It’s rare for you to be outside!” An old man with a brown eyepatch stood up as he patted his back. When he caught sight of me, I flinched and stared on the ground. “I take it you were having fun with your luna last night?” My eyes widened at such awkward familiarity and I looked up, waiting for Lord Varick’s response. He shook his head as he frowned. “You’re drunk even when the sun’s up, old man. Be grateful that the enemies weren’t here to strike us now.” “My lord, don’t forget to enjoy every now and then. You’re still young, after all.” His eyes darted on me before he grinned. “Make sure to keep him happy, Hati

The sun set south and it felt like a perfect end to the vibrant day of the pack’s celebration. The wolves went back to their shops, busying themselves with the routine of closing their designated businesses. The pack were both satisfied and weary from both the dance and the food and booze they stuffed all day long.With their earlier stares were no longer my worries as I was distracted from the stories this man, Kozart, was telling me while we were sitting under the oak tree.All his adventures were nothing but fascinating in my ears. Like I reverted back to my childhood of hearing Father Gossep each night with his exaggerated stories of his youth.But unlike my adoptive father who enjoyed giving me the thrill of his imagination, Kozart seemed to tell me things based on his true feelings of each of his adventures.“It was a myth that mermaids seduced men. Contrary to popular belief, they prefer women as they could make females of any race become their own.” “Is that how they reproduce

“Ah! Ah! Ngh! Lord Varick! No more!” His member continued thrusting inside my swollen opening. His hands held my thighs and spread it wide, giving him more accessibility. My hands were being tied on the bedpost, as I was becoming more aggressive each time we consummated our marriage rites. Being an impatient man, he tied me up for continuously disobeying him each time he demanded me to take off my clothes. And each night I was always crying from the overwhelming feeling of pain that wouldn’t stop yet at the same time as we continued with our nightly obligations. I felt a foreign feeling that I couldn’t understand myself. For this, I had never felt so disgusted with myself. He struck a bundle of nerves that made me see stars and I released a long throaty moan. “Oh? You... enjoyed that, former nun?” He continued thrusting into that same spot and I bit my lower lip, tears streaming from my eyes for my shameless display. “To think you enjoyed this with the man you claimed to hate?” H

The feeling of his fur coat around my naked body as he embraced me brought warmth as I remained puzzled by my husband’s actions. But what surprised me were the cryptic words he uttered as his heartbeat made a rapid sound. It got louder as I listened to it against his chest. Not long ago, I did something unforgivable and right now, the man, the catalyst of my suffering, was here giving me his welcoming warmth. Honestly, he confused me. The more I questioned his motives, the more enraged I felt each second. Like all the pent-up anger rose until my cheeks turned incredibly red. In fury, without a doubt. The feeling of his touch disappeared as I pushed his chest away. However, he was unaware as he was still in a daze and didn’t notice our short proximity. When his eyes blinked, his eyes focused on mine. Not long after, his doubts and confusion were washed away and replaced by his trademark glare. “Why are you here?” His eyes glowered as his hands clenched into a fist. He wasn’t goi