Silver:“Miss Mila,” the steward who had called us into the throne room under the king’s order called. Mila was to be the first harem girl to be questioned. After she stood up and entered the scary-looking throne room to be interrogated, the rest of us sat in utter silence, awaiting our turn and praying within our hearts that he wouldn’t find lapses in our story. Having witnessed what the matron had gone through first hand, we didn’t have to bother about getting our stories to match. The last thing on our minds was bending the truth. We agreed to tell him all we knew.“Miss Grace,” the steward announced, coming back into view after a few minutes. I peered behind him to see if I would see Mila and know what to expect, by looking at her facial expressions, but she was nowhere to be found. Grace stood up and followed him just like Mila had done. I waited for several minutes, but she didn’t show up. When the next harem girl was called up next, I got the feeling I wasn’t going to see her
Alpha Damon:“I’ve been asking myself the same question every day,” I said, meaning it. Silver looked up at me with more surprise than I would have liked. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times and closed it, unsure of what to say. I waited a few minutes for her to speak and when she didn’t, I sighed. When I first found her, I hated her freedom of speech, completely hated the effrontery she had to speak up to me however she liked, even when others feared me in her presence. I had even threatened to take away her free will, but seeing her now, afraid to look up at me or even speak her mind, it didn’t feel as good as I once thought it would. ‘This is all your fault’ Salvador, my wolf told me, and I rolled my eyes. Recently, whenever it came to our ‘mate’, he turned into my enemy because I wasn’t as eager as he was. However, I wasn’t in the mood to answer him, seeing as he didn’t offer me any kind of help, only accusatory and sarcastic remarks. I couldn’t help but stare at he
Silver: I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding when I was far away from the throne room and away from Alpha Damon. Whenever I was with him, I suddenly found it hard to breathe or reason straight. Alpha Damon was just well, phenomenal, for lack of a better word. I didn't really get him. One moment he appeared to be nice to me and the next he acted like he wanted to kill me. I could still remember our discussion in his room some days ago, where I had poured out my heart to him and he had listened, even though he had no reason to. I still remembered how he had held onto me, rubbing his hands on my skin like he couldn't get enough of me. Just when I thought he was soft on the inside, I saw and heard the things he had done to the others. Now I understood just how cold-blooded he was, I couldn't bring myself to talk to him as freely as I had before. He was dangerous, that much was evident. He had told me the first day that he would bend my will and although he hadn't com
Silver:Petrified. That was the closest word I could use to describe how I felt after Rogu said those words. Apart from my mouth hanging open, I didn’t react for several seconds. However, that was enough for him to know his words had gotten through to me, judging by the satisfied smile on his face. He reclined back in his chair as he watched me with an amused look, sipping coffee from a mug I hadn’t noticed before. Soon enough, I came to, and turned around to check if anyone had heard. Fortunately, no one else was in the room with us. “No one else heard, so don’t worry. This is only between the two of us,” he said, reading my thoughts. I gulped as several thoughts passed through my mind. Had Gwyddion gone back on his promise to me by telling Rogu about my father? He had sworn he was the only person who knew because the Moon Goddess had told him. What if he had been mistaken? Even if Rogu did know, what proof did he have? Even if he had proof and wanted to use it against me, what
Silver: “When will I even get an opportunity to speak to him? I'm not allowed to leave here as often as you think. This plan will not work,” I told him, hoping I could somehow convince him to change his mind. “You know that's not a problem,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is my harem and I choose who goes and who stays. If you need help in that area, I can help you out. Just say the word.” I hated the way he kept saying he could help me out when he was threatening me so I could help him. None of this felt right. What if the king found out? Or worse, what if Rogu went back on his word and told the king even if I succeed? But there was nothing I could do. I couldn't possibly report Rogu to the king. That would mean exposing the truth about it father and if I did, he would sentence me to death or worse, torture me first. At least, if I did what Rogu wanted, I could prolong my chances of survival. “I'm scared,” I choked out, even though I knew it was lost cause. He didn't care about
Silver:“What happens after she leaves?” I asked Mila who seemed bored with the whole thing. “She starts a new life I suppose.” She shrugged, playing with her food like she didn't care, even though I could see she envied the girl. I turned to look at the girl who was stalling by the door, hesitant to leave the harem. The other girls were quiet, watching her transcend.“No one really knows what that ‘new life’ entails”, Mila added drily. I watched her silently, trying to discover exactly where her mind was. At some point, she seemed to want to leave but some other times, she said things like this that made her sound like leaving was way worse than staying. She confused me. I couldn’t figure out any reason why she would suddenly become so different, choosing to hang out with me of all people. “Do you not want to leave?” I asked her. Her eyes shot up at me like I had said something I wasn’t supposed to have said. Her lips and her eyes started shaking as if they were malfunctioning
Silver:None of the guards listened to my protests while they led me to the palace where I was to meet the king. It was impossible to blot out the theeatening look the matron had given me before I left the harem. I would give this meeting my all, because if I ever returned, she would make sure I wouldn’t live to see the next day. My teeth clanked against one another as I was ushered into the king’s throne room by the guards. “Better know what you’re saying, human,” one of them barked at me, before nudging me inside. As expected, several people flanked both sides of the throne room while Alpha Damon sat at the center head of the room. I swallowed without moving forward, terrified to be at the receiving end of his anger. I now understood the reason for the warning the guard had given me, and why none of them had been willing to lead me straight to him as they would have done before.Even though he was several feet away, I could both see and feel the heat of his anger from where I was
Silver: He turned back to me and opened his mouth to speak, and his words were nothing but accusatory. “Your roommate told me some of the things she made her and the other girls pass through. How she tortured the girls till they passed out whenever one of their patrons left any complaints about them, how she forcefully inserted pipes and other dangerous things into them, how she killed more than five of the harem girls by force-feeding them experimental drugs, how she has tortured some to death for not obeying threats, and how she has become an expert in covering up the murders. She assured me you both hated her equally, so why is your story different? Are you in any way trying to say that these despicable things she has done are all for discipline?”I turned to Liza who still looked dazed and wondered when she had said any of that. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what the king was implying. Bile rose in my throat at the things the Alpha king had said, but a quick look at