She woke up, feeling sick as she watched him pull on his jeans. “Derrek?” she whimperedHer mouth dry, a pain throbbing below the bloody sheets.“Hey sweetie, same again next week?” A sickly sweet smile on his lips before leaving. * Klara stretched cocooned in the scent of freshly cut grass and honey; Marc’s smell. She opened her eyes, a frown finding her face as she looked around, but Marc wasn’t there. Her fingers were gripped onto something, she looked to see a shirt. She smelt it; that was where his scent was coming from. She sighed, she felt so relaxed and well rested. She cuddled Marc’s shirt closer to her, br

“I’ll never get rid of you, dirty disgusting whore.”The wall hit her back as she backed away. “D-Daddy I don’t want the men in my room.”“Don’t walk away from me!” The sole of his boot smashed into her face “Whore,” he spat.*Marc got to work as soon as he was changed. He organised all the alcohol to be removed from the private wing and placed in one of the meeting rooms. Only then did he head to his office, trying to control the anger burning within him. “Wanted to see me?” Wade walked through the door to Marc’s office.“When was

The door unlocked and a blonde entered with a plate. Her cheekbone sporting a bruise, while her lip was bust. Klara grasped at the food, it had been twelve days since her last meal. * It was a week after the incident of Marc destroying his office. His anger and behaviour afterward had made Klara trust him a little more. He was having to spend longer hours away from the wing. It was late, the sun had set and Klara was restless being alone. She’d grown to get used to having company in the evenings and with Marc working late, she decided to see if he was in the King’s wing. She crept down the grand staircase, smelling to see if she could sense where he was. Rose wasn’t at her desk so she couldn’t ask. She sniffed to the right but his scent was faint, so she walked to the left hand corridor, his scent was stronger there. She followed his wonderful freshly cut grass and honey scent until she reached a door. Voices were coming from the other side, “My King, I am concerned,” an unkn

She curled into a ball, her body bruised and beaten. A growl ripped through the air, a growl of determination. 'We're getting out of here,' A gravelly voice that she'd never heard spoke. But the voice was her.   * “As you are aware, the Silversmiths have always been a rival to the crown, the kingdom. They live far North, running their own Kingdom as they wish, we do not interfere and they do not interfere with us. The Silversmith’s stated they wanted a treaty, they wished to become part of the Kingdom. Your grandfather accepted, the arrangements were made. The Alpha family came to the palace to be sworn in, and accept the crown. Just as the ceremo

Klara was desperately battling her wolf back, she had never known her to be this strong and dominant, the two sides of her mind in a silent battle to the outside world while she could only witness her wolf goading the King… the King of wolves! A descendant of the original wolf. She was panicking as she battled, desperate to take back control and grovel for his forgiveness at her disrespect.    With the provocation Marc had no hope of getting back under control, but what happened next surprised both him and his wolf. Klara strode forward, haltering every few steps, her eyes flicking between baby and electric blue. With one swift move her small hands ripped the shirt from his shoulder, yanked him down to her height and her canines buried themselves deep into the dip above his collar bone.    The animalistic groan mixed with a