Violette POV My mind was lost just thinking about the past several weeks. And I also couldn’t stop trying to come up with reasons of how Ms. Beatrice might be wrong. She did a thorough exam of me.. I knew something was wrong the moment she stopped speaking during the examination. I searched and searched and searched my mind, but I never came up with anything that might explain this “Oh, Princess. Isn’t it a fine day outside?” Lillian asked as she looked out of the castle windows. I stared along with her, watching the servants tend to the rows of flowers. “It truly is, Lillian. I do wish I was allowed out more. I feel my mind is paying for it, staring at these same walls every day.” I said. Today my fever has gone. But Beatrice told me to expect flare-ups at least twice a month. I asked her if she’d ever heard of a female wolf going into heat without finding her mate, and I was truly disappointed when she said it doesn’t happen, nor has it ever. I searched my mind for any ideas. If

Viktor POV “I’m saying, Arthur’s second in command was seen around the borders yesterday. He’s snooping around.” Loren said. “Do you think he’d be stupid enough to sneak in?” I asked, though I think I already know the answer to that. “Yes, I do. You know how Gregor is. I say we have a team of warriors searching for him. We’ll find him in no time and you can decide what to do with him.” He replied. Could he possibly be coming for Violette? Try to steal her away? “I want guards at Violette’s door at all times starting now. I don’t want her escaping, or thinking she can try.” I growled. Her name left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Get a team ready, show them pictures of Gregor. Have them search every square inch of the castle, the yard.. I want him found and held in the dungeon until I’m ready to question him.” I said. He nodded his head and waited to be excused. “You may go,” I said. He bowed before turning around and leaving the room. Out of nowhere, I felt the sudden need for ai

Violette POV A couple weeks later “You really are good at this!” Ms Beatrice praised my writing skills. We are working on invitations for a ball they have every year. The previous queen came up with the idea and they haven’t done it since the royal family death. But, this year the King thought it would be a good idea to help the Kingdom go somewhat back to normal. “I used to write all the time. I always had so much to say but now i can never think of anything.” I said as I followed the pre-made invitation. “Do you have dreams or nightmares?” She asked. “Always.” I let out a small chuckle. “Write about those. Sometimes, our dreams tell us things that we usually cant see. I write about mine and It lifts weight off my shoulders daily.” She said with a smile. She was being nice to me, something I’ve realized she does more often. I think maybe she’s warming up to me, but I still have doubts. “Maybe, I will.” I replied. I’ve been writing on invitations for hours, my hands cramped

Viktor POV “Will you excuse me?” I asked. Amelia nodded her head and I pulled away as I scanned the room for my slave. Did I not tell her not to move? When I get my hands on her.. I will make her regret it. She’s the most disrespectful, disobedient slave I’ve ever met in my life. I followed her scent outside of the ballroom and down a hall. I noticed something strange about it. Something unsettling. As I walked further down the hall, I heard muffled screams and other sounds. “You’re disgusting get off of me!” She screamed. I stood outside the door listening. “You were supposed to be mine until I found my mate. I’ve always wanted you, Princess. You must’ve known.” Richards's voice made my skin crawl. Could this man be any more vile? I’ll have to teach him a lesson for putting his hands on my slave. “I’ve known you my entire life! You’re disgusting! I saw you as family, but you’re just horrible! I would never be with you! I will never be with anyone but my mate when I find whoever

Violette POV It’s been a few days since I got punished by the King. My bottom isn’t as sore, with Lillian's healing paste it seems to be doing great. Even with the silver collar keeping me from shifting along with the daily wolfsbane.. I’m healing pretty well. “The King permitted for you to pick how you get your wolfsbane today, miss.” Ms. Beatrice said. She held in front of me a metal tray. On the left was a syringe, which is what I’ve been getting. I’ve always had a fear of them so the cup of wolfsbane-soaked water on the right looked much more appealing to me. “I shall drink it,” I said and reached for the cup. When the smell hit my nose I swear my nose hairs burned as well as my sinuses and lungs. “That’s goddess-awful.” I groaned. “Ahh, just be quick about it. Might not be so bad.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow at her and chuckled.“Sorry.. I don’t think I’ve ever taken wolfsbane.” She said. My Father made me take daily doses. At first, they were small, then we gradually bu