Dogara beamed as she watched her sons line up accordingly with their women. Her joy only increased when she discovered that Sia stood alone, in the purple wear she had picked out for him, the wolf girl nowhere in sight. Maybe she had finally taken her advice after all. Dogara didn’t feel any sort of remorse for chasing the she wolf away from the palace. She felt that she was only doing what her husband failed to do. Speaking of Thjis, where was he? The Fae Queen was bound to show up any moment from now, and the Lord of the Icelanders were nowhere to be found. Wherever could he be now? “Ruarc darling, where’s your father?”, she called out coolly. The Crown Prince turned to his mother, annoyed. “How would I know? I’m not the one wh’s married to him remember?” Dogara cursed mentally. “He was insulting her! She would deal with that later. Now, she had much more important things to do, like finding her husband. The moment Dogara gathered her skirts in an attempt to leave, the horn blare
My heart pounded in my ears as I ran past servants and maids, holding my bleeding side. My blood would leave a trail for them to follow, but I do not care. The most important thing is getting to the south wing.I keep running, gasping heavily once I reach the South wing. I run straight for Sia's chambers, opening the door and locking it once I'm in. But it appears that I'm not alone. Fear bubbled in my veins as I noted the pale-skinned man on Sia's bed. He inhales deeply, fangs lengthening.Vampire."What are you doing here?", I ask, reaching gingerly for the small knife Sia had taped to the wall."I should be asking you the same wolf", he snarled, rising to his feet. "What are you doing here?""I asked you first".He laughs. It's bitter. "You dare to bargain with a vampire lord?""Didn't know vampire lords have a knack for entering people's rooms without permission"."We do not need permission", he snarls. He's a pretty vampire, with a fine face, and a strong build. "Well, you need
I stopped screaming because it was pointless. My cries fell on deaf ears, and Sia, the one I thought I shared a blood bond with, ignored my pain. He simply continued to dine with the rest of the royal family, as if I weren't there, as if I weren't gasping for breath, as if my lifeblood wasn't slowly being drained from my body. Hanos, the Vampire King, finally released me, but Sia's indifference cut deeper than any wound. I staggered away from Hanos; my hand pressed against the gaping wound in my neck. His bite had been excruciatingly deep, and the dizziness that washed over me threatened to pull me into unconsciousness. But I couldn't afford to faint. Not now. Not in front of these ice beings who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their games. With shaky steps, I moved toward the wall and leaned against it for support. I needed to stay conscious, to prove my strength, and to ensure that they didn't see me as weak. Sia, finally breaking his silence, licked his lips and then smacke
“I’d rather be Ruarc’s seventh wife than go back to my pack as a human”.The nerve of this man. First he let that dumb vampire king bite me, now he wants me to leave after I’ve agreed to stay.“You did not just say that”, Sia growled, eyes dark. That dump purple dot is back.“Yes Crinka. You did not just say that. Would you rather go back to your pack as a vampire?”, Massa asks as he plops down on his bed, legs crossed. I don’t even know why he’s still here. Sia and I are having a couple conversation and even though we’re in his bedroom, a little privacy would be appreciated.“Of course not”, I growl, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be a blood sucker.”“Well that’s a bummer. I’m sure you would have looked badass with red eyes. It would totally fit your hair”.“But Hanos didn’t have red eyes Massa”.“That’s because he’s wearing contact lens. And add king the next time you’re referring to my uncle. The walls have ears you now”.“And does have eyes”, I retort. “Not contact lens”.“A vam
A small curse left her mouth as the familiar smell of english biscuits flooded her nostrils. The Icelander prince was here again! Couldn’t he get the hint already? She had no interest in him! Prita didn’t care if he had a killer body or if he tasted as nice as he looks. She didn’t like him, or his insufferable personality. Rising from where she sat on the ground, she scowled at the prince. He was too early. He should have showed up when she had locked herself away in her tomb. His smile dropped. “Is my love not happy to see me?” She glared at him, adjusting the woollen dress he had gotten her. The thing was too itchy. “I’m not your love, and I’m not happy to see you”. “Well that’s a shame because seeing you just made my day”. “Go away you annoying brat. What are you even doing here? I told you to stay away”. “And leave you all by yourself? I told you that I won’t give up Prita. I’d keep fighting until you agree to come with me to my room”. “Now what would I want to do in your r
I wake up to the sweet aroma of food. Rising from where I lay on the dusty ground, I move toward the direction of the scent. And that's when I see Massa. I rub my eyes again, not believing my eyes, but he is here, in my cell with me, and he brought food. "You didn't show up for two days", I accuse him, scratching my skin. Massa smiled, showing off his pearly whites. "I was going to make it five days", he says with a laugh. "What do you have there?" "Food. It's yours". He hands me the polythene bag. I open it, taking out the plate of food inside. I sit on the ground, devouring the food. I finish it with joy, chugging down the bottle of water he got me. "Thank you". "You should thank Sia. He's the one who made it". I resist the urge to puke. "If you had told me he made that, I wouldn't have eaten it". "So you prefer to starve? Crinka, you can't stay mad at him forever". "I can. I have every right to be mad at him. He's the reason I'm here. You were there when he said all th
I pull Mila in for a hug the minute she walks into the cell. She stiffens in my hold, and I step away from her, frowning.Perhaps she’s not happy to see me?As though she read my mind, she said, “Oh my lady, I’m so happy to see you but please refrain from hugging me”.My frown deepens. “Why? Is it because I’m dirty?”“No, my lady. It’s just that you’re higher than me, and servants don’t hug their mistresses”.“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Aren’t Icelanders superior to wolves?”“You’re correct my lady, but when that wolf has been placed in a position higher than an Icelander, she’s superior.”“Superior or not, we’re friends Mila, and friends hug all the time. I’m going to hug you now, and you’re going to hug me back. Is that clear?”“My lady….”“Is. That. Clear?”She nods. We embrace for a moment, before she pulls away, wiping away a stray tear. “Oh my lady, I’m so happy you’re alive and back. The other concubines have been mean to me, making me do all kinds of work, includin
“That’s enough”, Ruarc yelled from where he was seated.The man between my thighs, paused turning to him. “It’s not yet time my prince.”“If you fuckers don’t get your hands off her, I will rip you apart, and list your body parts for sale”.They visibly gulp, walking back to their seats after giving me a sly smirk. I don’t understand the Crown Prince. Just a few hours ago he was being mean and now, he’s saving my ass. It could be the bond, I conclude, adjusting my dress.Cocci walks back to the podium, and taking the mic, he yells, “So, August, how was your inspection?”I fight the urge to vomit as August rises to his feet, smiling at me, foul teeth on display. “Fair enough, but I wish I was given more time to examine properly”.Cocci rolls his eyes. “You had more than enough time August. If you want more time, then win the auction. Go on please”.“Six hundred!”“Six twenty!”‘Six twenty going...”“Seven hundred!”I am starting to panic when I don’t hear Massa’s voice among the bidde