"There's nothing you can do about the curse, my King," Cade's trusted right hand and best friend Eadric said when they visited his underground prison. "Unless…""Unless?" Cade was eager. He wanted to know if he had a chance to end his curse. His secret would be exposed soon if nothing would be done. "You will make the girl love you, your majesty.""She hates me," Cade said. "That's because you were too possessive. If you change your approach, maybe she will like you," Eadric replied "When will that happen? The bastard brother of mine was at home already. And his interest in her Zehran is obvious," Cade growled."Then perhaps how about you change your approach, my king? Maybe Zehra will like you," Eadric replied as he shackled Cade's wrists with silver shackles connected to the wall. Cade hissed with a sudden jolt of pain as soon as the silver touched his skin, but Eadric proceeded to what he was doing. He then wrapped his whole torso with heavy chains, and each end was also conne

Zehra could hate him as much as she could; she's still his. She's the only moon who shone brightly in his darkened life. And he's not going to let go. Putting on some clothes, he combed his wild and long hair back neatly, his hands rubbing the side of the beard that grew on his face. Turning, he left for the terrace. The terrace was his favorite place to dine. Reserved for the royals alone and special meetings, he is often here alone or with Letisha. This place was the place that his father built for him. He ordered a servant to fetch Zehra for lunch with him since yesterday he still had some hangover from the moon's pull, and seeing her with Argus added to the anger he suppressed. And Cade decided he would start playing 'nice' for her. Walking to the spacious terrace, he saw Zehra sitting on his chair, looking out at the beautiful view of his kingdom and the river that crosses it. Zehra's innocent yet fierce beauty had long captured him, and the beast of him approved. Both agree

"Yes. And roses, please," Cade said, running a hand through his hair. "Aah, the future Queen doesn't like roses. It's a beautiful flower, but she hates them. She likes these wild peonies," Edward answered, picking them out. Cade frowned. She did? She definitely surprised him. "Have you met her?" he asked, and Edward nodded. "She's a kind she-wolf, your majesty. She's like a rose but with the humility of peonies," Edward said, handing him a bunch. Cade smiled, thanking him as he hurried to walk to her room. He hoped Zehra's gentle peony soul could try forgiving him. Cade frowned when he saw no guards that should be guarding outside. Why were there no guards? Where are they?Opening the door, the sight in front of him enraged him. A man on top of Zehra and other men surrounding like a freakish pervert and watching his Zehra! Cade's grip on the peonies became tight until his knuckles were white, and the fragile peonies bent down, giving in to his brutal grip. He shifted into his

"What are you doing out of bed?" The voice asked, concerned as Zehra peeked up at the man. She felt his hand pull back from her lips as she looked down, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. For a moment, she had been scared to death he was those same men who tried to rape her. Zehra shuddered at the memory. The man was Argus. "I wanted to get some water," she spoke, hugging herself. Argus looked down at her. She looked so vulnerable and fragile right now; he felt like hugging her close, kissing her- doing anything to make her feel alright. "I'll get it for you then. You shouldn't be out here alone; how's your fever?" Argus asked as he walked over to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. Zehra watched him."I don't know, but I feel alright now," Zehra replied, taking the glass from him as she drank it one big gulp. She didn't realize just how thirsty she was. Argus smiled as he took the glass from her. "More?" he asked, and she shook her head. "No, and thank you."Argu