PRESENTThird POVOver the years, Rosalie has gotten better with pretense. The smile on her face had successfully fooled everyone into thinking she was happy. However, beneath the surface, a storm of misery was mercilessly ravaging her and the void in her heart had stretched wider since the announcement. She was experiencing a challenge in keeping her eyes dry. She wanted someone to deliver her from this suffocating pain. The tears were eager to break free and strip her of this deception. If only she had someone to share her pain with. All she yearned to do was sit in a dark corner of her room and cry her heart out. But instead, she was here attending the dinner with King William and her ministers. The King and her ministers were busy discussing the various aspects of war as she silently played with her food.If only someone cared to see through her facade, they would see a devastated, broken, and a defeated woman. She was just that and everything else was just a play. After dinner,
"Fight me," she challenged him. Ryker upped a brow in response before an amused smirk played over his lips. "You want to fight me for that wimp?" he queried, a little amused. Rosalie clearly didn't share his amusement. Ignoring his question, she lunged at him with her sword. He had already seen her wolf's impressive battle skills and he couldn't wait to find out more about her. Responding to her challenge, he countered her move with his own sword, the clash of metals thundered loudly in the room. The fight had just started and the woman had already put him in defense, he realized that a little later. Yet, rather than resisting, he found himself enjoying her aggressive approach. Rosalie was fierce and bursting with rage. Ryker was having a hard time defending himself against this minx who seemed determined to punish him. He let out a hiss when the tip of her sword grazed his chest, drawing out blood. She had inflicted the wound right where his heart was.In response, she smirked trium
Giving not a single shit to her warning, he rose to his full height. She had unleashed his feral side by speaking those words. He had seen many looking down their nose at him because of his roots, he had become used to it but hearing it from her had burned him up like gasoline. Her brows furrowed in confusion when he shot out his hand towards her and took the sword from her hand. Maintaining their eye contact, he threw the sword far away. Her gaze diverted to the spot where he had thrown the sword. So she didn't see it coming when he fisted the back of her head and yanked her forward until her lips were tightly pressed against his. This time he kissed her wildly. He nibbled on her lower lip while separating her legs with his knee. His strength was unconquerable. She couldn't do much more than struggle against his beast size as he ravaged her lips with no trace of mercy. He pulled harshly at her hair, causing her head to tilt back. Pain shot through her scalp. She gasped and he shoved
After her heated fight with the barbarian's chieftain, she headed toward the infirmary. If something untoward had happened to King William, Attiha would have waged a war against Avalon. She was already surrounded by tons of troubles, she didn't need more. She just hoped William would be understanding enough. She opened the door to the infirmary and quickly located William lying on one of the beds. A healer was tending to his wounds. Guilt stabbed her guts. She was the cause of his condition. The good thing was he was not bleeding anymore and looked much better than before. Some of his bruises had even started to heal. "Queen Rosalie," William sat up with the help of the healer and regarded her with a tired smile. " I hope you are feeling better now," Concern dripped from her tone as she slipped into the chair beside his bed. She flashed him an apologetic smile. The healer bowed to them and left. "Yes. Much better. That lunatic barbarian would have killed me if not for you...darn
"Guards," William hollered. Ryker placed his finger against her cheek. Her skin felt as cold as ice. His heart jolted painfully. The tingles he felt were faint and weak. His wolf became restless. "Where?" his gaze raked her body impatiently, looking for the snakebite. When he received no answer, he looked up at the healer."Where?" his voice deep and low but laced with danger. The healer swallowed hard and pointed towards the heel of her feet. Ryker was quick to scoot towards her legs and cradled her feet in his large palm. His eyes narrowed a slit as he focused on the bite. The bitten spot had turned bright green which was so unlike a snakebite. He closed his eyes and brought his nose closer to the bite to sniff it. A foul smell assailed his nostrils. His eyes snapped open as the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't an ordinary snake bite. She was bitten by Ganguar, the witch's pet. A magical serpent that served as a pet to witches. They are deadly in n
"By everyone, I meant you as well," the witch remarked with a roll of her eyes. " I would be a fool to leave her alone with a witch, wouldn't I?" His voice heavy with sarcasm as he glared down at the back of her head. "So you are protective too. Good. You can stay," she stated and got to the work. Ryker watched everything with keen attention. It wasn't his first run-in with a witch. He knew them closely. The only reason he managed to recognize the snake bite. He has his own experience with them and knew their kin d was as shrewd as selfish. He had a curse to prove that. Having his own experience in hand, there was no way he was going to risk leaving her alone with the witch. Ryker settled on a chair placed in the corner. His gaze didn't move from Rosalie for even a second. Seeing her like this was bothering him to no end. The hours passed by as he watched the with applying ointment on the bite. She had also made a potion for her. But before she could feed it to her, he took the p
"You are here," his thought was interrupted by Riva's voice. He looked up and saw her coming out of the bathroom. His blank gaze roved over her half-naked body. "Take off your clothes," he commanded placidly and rose to put out all the lanterns. The woman smiled knowingly and wiggled out of her clothes. She got on her bed and waited for him to join her. After drowning the room in darkness, he climbed on the mattress. The bed creaked faintly under his massive weight. He pulled down his pants and pushed inside her. "You are extra excited to..aah lord," the woman mewled, feeling his thick girth filling her up. The man seemed in no mood to chatter away as he drilled in and out of her. Her ruptured screams echoed in the room along with skin slapping skin. The woman whimpered in pain and tears rained down her eyes as she submissively endured his beastly pace. The pain was mixed with the dark pleasure only this man was capable of giving her. His breath grazed her shoulder as he penetrate
"Riva can be a wild cat sometimes," he answered her unasked question. Her gaze darted up to meet his smug one. She ignored the jolting pain in her heart that his revelation had caused and tried to focus on the issue at hand. "Whatever the mighty queen need me for?" he asked sarcastically and plopped down in the chair across from her. His biceps bulged as he draped his one arm around the chair, quirking a brow at her in question. Rosalie blinked away from his chest and straightened her countenance. "I was told you were the one who recognized my ailment and called for the right treatment. The crown is willing to reward you for your assistance. Name how much gold do you want? I will reward you with that and also as a token of gratitude I have opened the royal army recruitment services for your people. Those who will join will be supported by a regular income," Rosalie informed him in a business tone. Ryker chuckled, shaking his head. Rosalie clenched her jaw. " Manipulation," he