All Chapters of Honor in the House of Wolves: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The hall would have rivaled the space of the throne room had it not been for a long dark wooden table that sat in the middle. There were chairs lining up and down both sides. I counted more than fifty before I was led far away from the door and the safety of the hallway. To my left a lavish fur lined chair sat at the head of the table its back was to a hearth that mimicked those in the bedrooms but on a much more grand scale. Despite the late evening heat a small fire was roaring. I imagined though it was to keep whatever was in a large black pot over it warm. My dress caused me to struggle to fit into the chair with the large golden bottom wanting to keep a mind of its own. Luckily I wasn’t the only woman struggling under the girth of their dress as I spied Anju tossing herself around until finally deciding to give up adjusting herself. The remaining seats fill up quickly and soon I was surrounding by people but couldn’t feel more alone. They were carrying on with their own convers

It was three days later. I was rolling around on Nok’s bed feeling the cramps of hunger and the desperation for just a morsel of food. I hadn’t just refused to eat I refused to attend any dinner. Nok of course being in his wolf form couldn't attend either and the servants were far to excited to feed him like a dog on the floor. He left around lunchtime today but didn’t come back. I was shocked when after a knock on the door that small lizard servant came in with a cart filled with food. She walked in uninvited and cleared her throat until I sat up and acknowledged her. “His highness would you like to open discussion for you to resume eating.” I groaned looking over the cart and noticing so many tasty things were on it. How did he even manage to fit it all on one cart? Why was he torturing me? This was deliberate and I needed to make it known I wasn’t going to give in so easily, “Is he ready to release my friends?” She lowered her head and shook it slowly. “Then tell him to fuck

He closed his eyes feeling the breeze, “What a sweet scent you have.” reopening his eyes he flashed a grin, “Ask your questions dear.” “My friends.” I began, “Are they okay?” He shrugged, “That does depend on them.” I noticed my hand was still in his, he wasn’t gripping it either, I could have pulled away but for some reason I just left it alone, why was I just okay accepting him now? “Are you really going to tell me the truth no matter what I ask?” “Yes.” He nodded shortly. “Are you really the man in the shadows?” He didn’t answer. “You have to tell me the truth!” I barked. “Yes dear,” he spoke but then quickly continued, “I do have to speak the truth, however I don't have to answer you.” “Fuck this.” I snatched my hand back a little too forcefully nearly falling backward before he reached for me causing himself to slide completely into the pond water surrounding him up to his waist. “Fuck!” He gasped and jumped quickly back out to the ledge just as I was standing up hand

The next day Nok objected again to me leaving but I had no choice. I just blew him a kiss and went on my merry way. I wasn't relaxed by any stretch of the imagination but I knew it was a necessary cost to making everything better. I would make it right, I would safe my friends. Nothing about myself mattered it was all for them, I kept telling myself. The fae that picked me up from his room were filled with rumors that circled of myself and Dimitris. Apparently word got out that he called on me last night and I actually went to his room. The stories got more outlandish from there and I guess I had entered his room despite the truth. It’s funny, I thought, the fae were such gossips and didn’t really seem to care about the truth when it disproved their wild stories. Dimitris met us in a hallway on the third level of the castle nearly exactly opposite to the side of the castle as Nok’s room. “Leave.” He ordered the two women who bowed and tossed me a foul look before following his order

When I woke up I was leaning against his bare chest my arm draped around him while my other was underneath me. He was warm, so very warm. Despite his muscles he was also soft. He had one arm behind me so I could nestle right up against him. His other arm was over mine across his chest stroking my shoulder as he calmly breathed in and out. I rose and fell with him but I also didn’t want to move. He was comforting. Maybe it helped I was laying on some of the softest fur pelts I’d ever felt before the scent radiating through my nostrils causing my heart of jump in my chest. “Good morning,” He hummed deep in his throat. I shrugged reflecting back to the book torn to pieces and my breakdown that surely was the most unflattering moment I had had in front of him. “You don’t have to get up,” he patted my back and lifted my arm so he could slide out, “You were moved to your own room last night, but you were upset so I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” His hand cupped my cheek as his thu