Все главы Wolfless Temptation : Глава 1 - Глава 10

Feyre’s POVI left my father’s manor, my home for the past twenty years, along with all of my belongings, accompanied by a group of strangers who were to escort me to my new home. Well, it would be more like a new prison but I didn’t see the need to be so particular. I’d dressed as attractively as I could, heeding my father’s wishes as always, in a purple dress that matched with the deep violet of my eyes. My hair had been tamed into an elegant twist at the back of my neck with two tendrils hanging on either side of my face. Even Father had approved of my appearance before we’d left. The journey took six long hours, all of which I spent riddled with anxiety before we arrived at the Lycan King’s palace. It sat up an incline, at the top of a hill, overlooking the great city beyond. My escorts dumped me before the front door, informing me my bags would be brought up before leaving. A maid waited by for me, curtsying once before leading me through a flight of stars and several

Feyre’s POVI was taken to a much smaller room than the one I’d originally been shown, given the progression of events. My neck still ached, the memory of the Lycan King’s crushing grip etched into the slate of my consciousness. Garrick wordlessly showed me inside, turning back out and bolting the door shut so that I was locked it alone. I turned around to take in the room.There was a narrow bed inside along with a modest desk and chair. Nothing else adorned the room by way of furnishing or decoration. A single door stood on the other side of the wall. I opened it to see a small bathroom with a shower installed to boot. A tiny window opened to the outside, the only source of light and ventilation. Two scones were perched on the wall, but the fading rays of the sun, still yet to set, provided enough light for the moment. I didn’t bother to put them on. Evening was fast approaching, I thought walking to the window. I had somehow managed to survive my first day within that ruthl

Feyre’s POVI let Garrick lead me out of the throne room unseeingly, tears blinding my gaze and sliding quietly down my cheeks. After a few minutes, I pulled away from him and wiped them off with the back of my hand, preferring to follow on my own. He glanced at me but said nothing, taking his arms off me once I tried to shrug him off and striding so he was firmly in front. We went through the halls of the castle and I could barely notice the surrounding decor, defeated as I was by the proceedings of the meeting I’d just left. Xaden had let me go. Something I hadn’t thought possible. His disinterest had actually worked in my favor. I could have been on my way home by now. I could have had a chance to figure out what to do with my life, even if I was no longer welcome in my pack. I could have been spared this but instead, I was here, being led further and further into the castle that was to be my new prison. And it was all because my father hated me. Hated me for being a disappoi

Feyre’s POVI spent the next day being waxed, scrubbed, oiled, and primed by three maids. I was naked for hours in a large spa-like room where I received what would ordinarily have felt like really nice pampering. Knowing why it was being done, I felt more like a chicken being fattened for slaughter. Or more specifically, an object being beautified for use. After they were done, I was smooth all over, all the hair on every part of my body aside from my head had long disappeared. My skin felt so soft and sensitive. I was slightly disturbed by it. I smelled differently too, not strange considering I’d practically been bathed in several perfumed oils. My nails were perfectly trimmed, the soles of my feet scrubbed till they were soft and pink. I felt like an entirely new being, on the outside at least. Inside, I was miserable. I waded out of the spa room in fluffy slippers and a kimono to see the maid who had escorted me over waiting impatiently. I was starting to learn, here at t

Feyre’s POVI couldn’t imagine what the King would want with me. I tried not to listen to the voice that sneered how it was clear what he wanted. Hadn’t he been incredibly disgusted by me? He hadn’t even wanted me around. Surely he hadn’t changed his mind. I searched Garrick’s face for a hint of whatever was going on but found it blank as usual. “If you’re ready, I will escort you there now.” I looked down at myself. My stylist had done me justice last night, updating my wardrobe to one suiting a lady of the night. I was wearing the most decent outfit I’d been able to find, a lovely pastel pink two-piece with a flimsy kimono over it that might have well-been lingerie for how little it left to the imagination. To think I would be led all the way through the palace halls and have everyone see me in this! It was one thing to endure it within the walls of the harem, but did I have to be gazed upon by anyone who looked? My role here announced by the state of my dress. “I should