ZAHIR I barged into my study, rage surging in my veins with so much vigour that I found it hard to tame it down. My wolf seethed, growling in anger at the back of my mind— someone had touched its property, our property and the occurrence was driving both of us into an indepth fury. I forcefully shifted into my human form at the hall, staying any longer in that form would have guaranteed more deaths as my wolf was wild, and its ravenousness triples whenever it gets angered. It's a hard beast to tame, half the time it has a wicked mind of its own. It's malicious anger and my rage streaming together created a vehement, overwhelming emotion of fury. Instead of it dying down, it kept increasing and increasing, until I couldn't keep it within me anymore. I had to let it out. I groaned exasperatedly, hoisting the first thing I could lay my hands on—a small shelf containing a library of books—and I hurled the whole furniture across the room. It hit the wall with intensity and sha

HERA I left my quarters and went to Serafina’s as she was to return back there today after her healing session with Dahlia. However, when I got there, Urla told me that Serafina hadn’t returned yet. I immediately got mad at Dahlia for hoarding the girl longer than the time allocated. I marched to Dahila’s quarters and was ready to drag Serafina out of that place with a leash I had specially purchased for her. Much to my surprise, I met with a quite surprising scene on my way there. I had to sneak behind a wall and watch at it carefully to ascertain if my eyes were deceiving me or not, but they weren’t. It was clear as day, Steven, Zahir’s lackey had his head leaned close enough to Serafina who he had cornered against the wall. Their bodies were so close, they were practically kissing! I covered my mouth to contain my surprised gasp as I watched the two closely. But then an idea conjured in my mind and a devious smile surfaced; certainly, if I tell the King about wha

SERAFINA Dahlia said that I was to continue working on the field, selecting the King's vegetables for a whole week. It is to prove that my training was going well. Today was the second day and for the first time since I got stripped of my status, I had high hopes. My work today wasn't the reason for my excitement, I couldn't care less about Zahir and his vegetables. My elation stemmed from the fact that I might come across the girl I managed to snatch from the hands of the brutal slave master two days ago. I was here yesterday and I looked around for her, but I didn't see her. I didn't want to wander about that territory for long so as to not attract trouble so I left, deciding that today I will ask around for her. Yes, I will be disobeying Dahlia's stern orders to keep away from trouble but they were my people and they mattered regardless of their position. The slaves that walked past me as I walked to the vegetable region all gave me dirty looks, muttering and whispering

SERAFINA "S–strip?" I questioned. All traces of determination fizzled away and I was a trembling mess, certainly caught unaware by Zahir's request— stern demand, rather."I do not know if you have been told before, Serafina, but I hate repeating myself. Take off your clothes and crawl over to me, now." The command whisked out of his tongue with a tone as rigid as steel, and a hard lump formed in my throat as my heart gripped with fear. I had honestly not expected such a request from Zahir, not even in the slightest. He said that I belonged to him and only he had the right to punish me, so I presumed the 'punishment' would come in some other way and not this. I could bear the pain of him hitting me, cutting my skin, whipping me or anything of that sort, but I never expected that he would ask me to take off my clothes. I have never been stark naked before a man, not at all. Even with Prince Arie, we always put an end to our intimacy before it involved the total baring of clothe

HERA I was hidden behind the fence of Lord Timothee's training fields again. I was dressed in my overall cloak with a hood that covered my face, hiding my identity. I had to meet Lord Timothee again due to the last set of occurrences at the palace, each and every one of them making me terribly mad. It got to my knowledge that King Zahir had asked for that slave girl to be returned back to the palace. A young slave was requested for by a reputable nobleman and I had personally ordered the girl to be taken to him, her slave master gave me a report that she was stubborn so I deemed it fit to punish her by sending her off. I decided what slave gets sold off and Zahir stayed out of it, never concerning himself with it. This time however, he had gone ahead to bring back a slave and the procedure to retrieve an already bought slave from their owner was a rigorous one. I had wondered why the King would go through all of that. Earlier today, I had gone to his chambers to ask him about i