VIOLETTE.A mess.Under Noah’s mischievous hands, my perfectly braided hair was unraveled, leaving whips of blonde strands fanned out across the pillow. One long curl fell over my damp forehead. Then, the skirt of my dress was pulled until my waist, and he placed his knee in between my legs, putting the perfect pressure on my core.“I can’t. No more. I’ll….faint if you keep torturing me.” I stammered, trying to move away.“What torture are you talking about, my dear?” He grinned like an innocent boy, yet I knew better. “I’m giving you the reward you deserve.”After saying that, his hand went to tug the left side of my shoulder until my bosom was almost exposed. “Should I give them a kiss too?”My eyes widened, which made him laugh.“I hate you.”Noah’s grip on my waist tightened, and I gasped for air as he pressed his knees hard against my wet sex, pushing my back into a feverish arch and my chest out toward him.“Don’t say a word you don’t mean. I know you mean the opposite.” Noah’s l

NOAH. Watching Violette’s chest heave in a steady rhythm finally could wash the tension out of my body. When she was fighting in the arena, I felt like I had lost several years of my lifetime. It was so intense that I felt like vomiting. Fortunately, what I had in mind came true, so she could leave without losing anything. When the last round began, I talked with Killian. Ah, more like I talked alone because Killian kept his focus on his little maid. An amusing sight, I must say. I told him about the probability of Joy ending up dying and told him as the host, he had the power to manipulate this game. I was confident that Killian would play dirty, but when Joy managed to kill one of the players, I thought that the little maid might be able to win. The feeling, however, didn’t last long since I found Killian still looked extremely worried for Joy. So, in the end, Killian cheated. He released three rogues in the area where the small pack seated. A sly bastard. He chose the pack wher

Violette. "Violette, are you listening to me?" My train of thought was cut short by Olivia's stern voice. "Apologize for my rude behavior, Luna Olivia." I flashed her my apologetic smile. I still couldn't forget what Noah had told me. It had been bugging me, especially since we couldn't finish our conversation. When I was about to ask Noah to elaborate further, Willa told us that Olivia's maid was waiting outside to bring me to the garden. I had thought Olivia wanted to forget our fake friend relationship, but I was wrong. "I guess you must be tired after attending the slave hunt.""Ah, I'm not.""I can see you still have a fresh wound on your body. You are that weak, aren't you? As a lycan, although weak, you should be healed by now.""I'm weaker than most slaves, Luna Olivia.""But you killed a rogue and Lady Barlow's slave.""I did," I replied curtly. "With that power, you can't possibly claim yourself weaker among your peers." Olivia gulped the tea and placed the cup down.

Nash. Days went in blurry as I focused my mind on dealing with Bran. These few days, he hadn't bothered to hide the fact that he was supporting Noah. During morning court, I caught my councilmen always darting their eyes between Bran and me, questioning whether it was true that our alliance was finally over. After giving an order to Herta, I gave Bran a second chance to weigh the option in his hands. If his behavior showed that he had sobered up, I'd give him a second chance and would forget his betrayal. But with each report I received from Herta, it only confirmed that Bran had truly changed lanes. People began talking. Not only noble and councilmen but also servants, which drove me nuts. But I didn't explode. However, Bran's brazen attempt to recommend Noah to the council during morning court finally made the rage boil like hot lava. At that very moment, I decided to get rid of him. I didn't care how long he had served me. Someone who lost their loyalty to me had no worth in my

Noah. Violette lost consciousness before I finished my words. As I placed her body on the bed, I recalled her beautiful golden eyes. I sat at the edge of the bed, thinking how long it would take until she shifted. A loud thud outside the door broke my train of thought, forcing me to step away and open the door. Willa stood in front of my door with an irritated look on her face. “Something wrong?”“Lady Barlow has been screaming your name outside. I wanted to order the guard her away, but she fought them. So, please meet her and ensure she keeps her mouth shut. I’m tired of listening to her voice.”“Okay. Please accompany Violette until I’m back.” Willa nodded, then made way for her to enter the room and leave her with Violette. Soon after, I arrived at the gate of my quarter, and with a single look to the guard, they let Flora enter. “I told you. He’d let me in.” Flora grunted as she ascended the stair. Flora glared at me, which I ignored. I ambled toward the drawing room withou