SONIA’S POV. My eyes fluttered open, and this time, I found myself lying under a tree. I turned to see Michael giving orders to his men. I shifted, placing my hand on my pounding head."You woke up just in time," Michael said as he strolled over to me.I frowned. "What's wrong with you? Kidnapping me is a serious crime, don't you know that?" I hissed."Shhhh... cherry," he hushed, squatting down and placing a finger on my lips. "This isn't the time to unleash all your anger on me. You need to conserve your strength. The drug is potent," he said gently, as if speaking to a child."If you hadn't shot me, I wouldn't be in this state," I scolded.He shrugged. "You are right, but it was the only way to bring you along.""And what makes you think I won't run away once I regain my strength?" I said, crossing my arms."Let me worry about that later," he sighed before standing up. "My men are out in the woods to find meat for us. We bought a couple of wines along, so we'll be able to have a d
SONIA’S POV. It was almost two hours after I drugged him. The bonfire had been extinguished, so I knew most of his guards were sleeping."Michael," I called out, tapping him multiple times, but he remained fast asleep and unaware of his surroundings. I removed his dagger from his side. It was finely crafted and must have cost a fortune. "Thank you. I will return it when I can," I muttered under my breath.A satisfied smile crossed my lips as I prepared to depart. Carefully, I crept away, ensuring not to disturb the sleeping guards or draw any unwanted attention to myself. Finally, out of sight, I broke into a swift but silent sprint, eager to put as much distance between us as possible.Suddenly, the bushes rustled loudly, and I could sense their presence; someone was watching me."Show yourself," I commanded, my hand instinctively reaching for my dagger.A figure emerged from the bush, but instead of preparing for a confrontation, they bowed respectfully before me. I quickly recogni
SONIA’S POV.I was bound by the hands like a prisoner as we made our way to the Lycan King's territory. Michael had not spoken to me since last night, and it made me uncomfortable. I wonder what was on his mind; was he going to punish me or, worse, kill me? He wouldn't kill me, right? After all, I had saved him when my pack guards tried to kill him and sacrificed my own chances of going back home. I had a higher chance of being forgiven when I ran away from the wedding, but now, the prospect of my family or pack accepting me seemed nearly impossible."Are you not going to say anything to me?" I asked, unable to bear the awkward silence any longer."Say something about what?" he responded calmly, still avoiding eye contact.I sighed. "About last night? Are you going to talk about it?" I pressed."No. There is nothing for me to discuss," he replied nonchalantly.But his response did not satisfy me. I wondered what was going on in his mind. I have heard tales of his cruelty and merciless
SONIA'S POV. I heard a knock on my door. "Go away," I yelled, hiding under the covers. But the knock did not cease. After a while, the door opened, and someone went to open the curtains, letting sunlight flood in. I whined, reluctantly opening my eyes to see who had disturbed my beauty sleep.Turning, I saw an older woman standing a few inches away from my bed."I want to be left alone," I hissed."Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I am afraid I can't do that. The Lycan King requests that we be of service to you," she answered politely."Uhn? What do you mean?" I asked, blinking sleepily as I sat upright on my bed.She clapped her hands once, and like clockwork, several maids entered the room, each carrying an array of items. One held a basket filled with bottles of essential oils, while another carried a bundle of soft, fluffy towels. The rest brought trays of carefully folded clothes, fresh linens, and various other amenities fit for royalty.They wasted no time, dragging me out of bed
SONIA’S POV. It has been the most ten long, agonizing days of my life since Michael left, and I'm starting to feel like I'm going crazy. The castle walls are closing in on me, and I'm desperate for some fresh air and freedom, just like every prisoner would. I've spent most of my time cooped up in my room, reading books and chatting with almost every maid to pass the time. But today, I decided I'd had enough. I needed to get out and explore the territory. I finally got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat before going out. "I want freshly made apple juice." "Yes, ma'am," the head maid replied, bowing her head. Miranda reminded me of a childhood friend, although they were nothing alike. Candice was much younger, for one, tall, voluptuous, and blond. But it went beyond the physical differences; Candice was softer, gentler. It didn't matter; I got the same warm feelings from Miranda that he got from my childhood friend. It was very upsetting,
SONIA’S POV. It was already so late in the afternoon, I drew a pair of brown leather trousers up over my legs and settled them on my hips where they molded to my body. Leathers help prevent injuries during battles so my grandpa told me and ever since, it has been my favourite. Not that I was always ready for a battle, but for the fact that I feel safe in what I wore. As I pulled the black corset, I glanced around my room. It was a mess but I did not have the time to clean up, hoping one of the maids will do that before I return. I began to slip a few weapons into the specially made compartment and loops in my leather pants. Throwing stars with razor sharp edges. Several knives. A little something for my training later in the day. And just then I finally put on a very long skirt. The long skirt not only hid the leather pants, but also helped me to blend into the local population. Satisfied I looked as much like a local as possible, I stepped out of my room. I rested my hands on the
Michael's pov I watched Sonia from afar, she stood in the midst of everyone. Taking a deep steadying breath, she lifted her arms gracefully above her head, waited for the first note of the flute and prayed the guys accomplished their mission. I couldn't believe she would do this all in the name of entertaining herself, this only indicated I should be more strict with her.As the music began, the bells on her ankles tinkled in the cool summer night, a delicate suggestion of exotic seraglios, of submissive women and carnal pleasures. And she moved across the small stage in a gentle swaying rhythm, her smile promising heavenly delights, every man's attention riveted on her. Her lashes lifted seductively, she twirled to clamorous applause and over the heads of her audience she saw me slip through the back door of the house.She danced then, an age-old dance of seduction and allure, her body offering intemperate passion, her small bare feet gliding over the rough lumber as if it were the
Sonia's pov "Michael, I need to leave this castle. I can not breath in here!" I said for the seventh time, hoping he would at least respond.With uttering a word he kept on walking. He didn't stop, or even slow down. He just kept walking away as if he hadn't even heard me.I was shocked. No man had ever ignored me that way before. Amazed, then with a rush of determination, I lifted my skirts and stumbled after him. "Wait! Please wait!"That stopped him. He turned, thrusting out one hard hip and resting his weight on the wall. He waited.I paused when I was still a good distance from him. There was no expression on his face. Nothing. And the way his hips were cocked, so arrogantly. Frowning, I came forward so I would not have to shout, but remained far enough away to dodge him if need be. "Excuse me." I tried out a brilliant smile, but there was no response."Could you at least just let me out of the castle?" He stared.When he did not respond, I grew uncomfortable and began to have s