Ivy P.O.V.After my talk with the girls, I was so ready to complete the mating process with Isaiah. They made it seem so intimate and wholesome, with a hint of possessive and carnal energies. Everything inside me wanted him in that moment, but when time actually came to it. I backed out faster than you can say mated and marked. I don’t know what it was, but sitting with them all at dinner, Isaiah being all sweet and romantic had me doubting everything I was feeling. Doubting myself completely. Who was I to have the King of werewolves mark and mate me? I am just a nobody. An abomination. A slave in the eyes of my own family. I have never known love, not since my mother died, and everything I knew was abuse and degrading. Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I enter our room. I supposed I should have gone somewhere else, but this was the only safe space that came to mind as I ran from the kitchen. Isaiah doesn’t even follow me, which only fuels the negative spiral I have entered. Rav
Isaiah P.O.V.I position myself at Ivy’s wet entrance. She is so amazing! She has taken such huge steps towards recovery in her short time here. I am in constant awe of her and the way she is coming out of her shell. When I got her naked on our bed, I kept thanking the Moon Goddess! Ivy is by far the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and she is mine. When I ate her delicious pussy, I almost came myself! She tastes just as heavenly and she smells, and as she came on my face I was sure I was going to die of happiness. By her expression and questions I gathered this is her first real orgasm. I’m proud of myself. I’m not going to tell her that obviously, but I love how I get to do all her firsts with her. I know Kind Edor did things to her, but I don’t think he ever went all the way. He was probably just waiting. The thought makes me murderous, and I show it to the back of my mind. “This is going to hurt at first, baby, but keep your eyes on me and breathe through it. I promise it wi
Ivy P.O.V. Isaiah made good on his promise. The sun was coming up over the horizon before he let me rest. I was sore all over my body, but the kind of sore that made a girl deliriously happy. We made love on the bed, against the walls, in the shower, on the couch. I don’t think we have a surface in our bedroom or bathroom that has been used for sex. One should think I was in heat, but I would know if I was. Raven has been rolling around in my mind, her tongue out and making all kinds of happy sounds. We even let her and Apollo out a few times. I had finally fallen asleep, but not for long, or so it felt, when I heard the most beautiful voice in the world. “Baby? You need to wake up now. Come on, little faerie.” I roll over, giving my mate a dirty look. “No more sex.” I say with an attitude. Isaiah chuckles. “No, baby. I made you a hot bath.” He says, kissing my forehead. I don't even know if I can stand on my legs at this time? I grumble, but Isaiah just lifts me into his arms an
King Edor P.O.V. The call I have been waiting on since I pressed the Council into not accepting Ivy as their future Queen is finally here. I was hoping for some good news, but alas they have failed me as well. Everyone fails me these days, and I am not used to that! I knew it would be difficult for them, but I also know the wolves abide their Council’s ruling the majority of the time, but of course the fucking King had to make an exception of Ivy. My blood is already boiling when my contact speaks again, and this time I just explode. “What the hell do you mean it didn’t work? Aren’t you the fucking Council? Didn’t you tell him that I will go to war if she is not handed back to me ASAP! What did you actually do to get her back to her home?” I scream into the phone. The man on the other end sighs. “King Edor, it is not that easy or simple. She is mated to the werewolf King, and he is not going to hand her over. Rumor even has it he has mated and marked the girl now, and then it’s goi
Ivy P.O.V. “Get out of my way, Poison Ivy!” My little sister Briell says, as she kicks to the bucket of soapy water and spills a lot of it. She snickers, while my stepmother Ashti scowls down at the spill on the floor. “You need to have that in order and be out of sight before the guests arrive.” She sneers, before walking along, not missing an opportunity to kick me while I twist the cloth over the bucket and get to work. Again. “Momma, how long is she going to be living under our roof?” Briell asks, looking down at me with loathing shining in her eyes. Ashti ponders fakely for a moment before a slow and cruel smile creeps onto her face. “Well, she is going to be of age soon.” And by soon she meant a week ago. “So, I would say we need to speak to your father about it. But I don’t think he wants to lose his favorite slave, even with how useless she is.” Briell laughs, as they continue their plans on my behalf down the hall. I roll my eyes. Hard. Ashti married my father after he
Isaiah P.O.V. It’s been a month since my birthday and coronation. I sent word to the King of Faes, Edor, the day after, to schedule a visit for diplomatic reasons. He was slow to respond, but about a week ago I got a call from the Court. The King had decided to meet with me at last, but on the condition I would meet his daughter and take her with me home. He would even pay me to take the girl off his hands. When I told mom and dad they were livid, and they decided they were going as well. They wanted to meet the man who seemed to have so little respect for others that he would trade away someone in his own family. All I could think about at this point was, I would take the girl home, but I also need to find my mate while I am there. I just know in my heart that the girl from my dreams and vision is my mate, and she is clearly not in good condition. The words of the Goddess, because mom says it can only be her, keeps repeating themselves in my mind. They are living rent free at the
Ivy P.O.V.The guests have been here for a day now, or so the gossiping girls in the kitchen says. I wouldn’t know day from night if it was not for them. I can hear them through the door of my room. There has been no one here to see me. Well, almost no one. The King was here earlier to give me another beating and tell me how much he hates me and is going to enjoy breaking me even more. He is touching me in places he should never touch. Places that are sacred to the person the Goddess would pair me with. But he doesn't care. My feeble attempts to push him off me has him laughing in my face. “Oh, Ivy. I am going to take great pleasure in breaking you. I am going to do all the things to you I can’t do to Ashti. I have so many ideas and toys I always wanted to use, and now you are going to be the one to fulfill that dream.” He licks my dirty face, licking my ear and pinching my breast, before slapping me across my already blue and yellow beaten face. “You are just a dirty horny whore!
Isaiah P.O.V. Earlier that day A man knocks on my door, where we all are gathered to go down to breakfast together. We have been discussing last night's events since sunrise, and I am still unsure how to think or feel? The King and his family are hiding something, or rather someone. I was placed besides the Princess, who by all means is beautiful, but also very selfish and entitled. She is spoiled in every sense of the word, and I did not like her from the start. Especially not when I asked her about her sister's illness, and she scoffed and told me she has no real sister. That the girl is tolerated as the first Queen’s child, but nothing more than that. I exchange a look with my mother, who then politely asks about the first Queen. Princess Briell laughs a shrill laughter that attracts all the guests around the table. “What seems to be the matter, daughter?” King Edor asked, and she explained the issue. King Edor paled slightly.“My first wife was sadly killed by our enemies..”