The voice cut through the office.Dark, sharp, cold and absolutely daring. Just like that day in the hall. George gnashed his teeth, staying still while anger drummed in his head.She was his! His!No, she is not. His wolf snapped at him. He heard Zezi call him quickly, like she was afraid of what would happen if he didn't step away."George..."The King was there, still looking at them calmly but the tightness in his jaws showed just how hard he was trying to still have the reigns of control."Take your hands off her."George stood up abruptly. A sudden fear had crawled over him. He felt cold. He immediately grabbed Mira and carried her in his arms. Before Zezi could stand, she felt a cold hand tight around her wrist while she staggered to her feet. It happened so fast.She was just kneeling on the floor right there a moment ago and now, here she was by his side. He was fast, faster than they were. So fast that her sight had blurred for a moment. It was only then she noticed the
He started walking away then and she had no choice but to follow, his hand was still firm around her wrist. He turned back abruptly making her almost walk into him."You know, you should always clean up after your meal, Laura. You still act like such a child."Zezi turned quickly. She saw it then, blood just around Laura's lips. How had she missed it?She tried hard to maintain her breathing. Every moment here reminded her about how much of a monster they were.Laura's tongue slithered out to lick it away and she smiled blatantly at him. Like whatever made her terrified of him moments ago had disappeared into thin air."Well, I do that because you always look out for me. Don't you, brother?"B-brother?! They were siblings! Zezi sighed in defeat. How was she going to easily escape if there were no jealous lover(s).to aid and abet her plans?They soon resumed what was starting to seem like a journey to her room. They finally came to a door at the end of the hallway. In haste to get awa
The words jammed into her head and her throat dried up immediately. This just couldn't be happening to her.Gwen looked around, a little lost in the moment."It was supposed to be tomorrow but things happen anyway. Soon enough all these decorations will be gone."Gone?"What do you mean gone?"Gwen snapped her lips shut. It was like as if she was chastising herself in her head for saying too much. Then she started a reluctant speech to get herself out of the mess she was tangled up in."The King was supposed to get married tomorrow but you are here now so..." She shrugged and chuckled nervously.So there would indeed be a jealous lover to help her after all!"To who?"Gwen sigh uncomfortably, "will it be alright for you to know that? I mean, you won't be angry? You know this thing between mates, it can snap at...""I will be perfectly fine. Who was it?"It took Gwen a moment of internal debate before she finally answered, "Lady Delice."Zezi nodded slowly. So there was indeed someth
Just like his eyes were when they were in the car, they were flashing from red to black and those black veins hazardously lined his face, down to his neck where the robe started covering the rest.She stepped back slowly in fear.The fear she felt for him was overpowering, more than even the bond she couldn't fight.A cold hand grabbed her from behind and she turned, startled."You shouldn't be here."It was Gwen but it wasn't the sunshine Gwen. This Gwen had something dark and monstrous in her eyes as she pulled her away from the hallway."You shouldn't have come here."Zezi looked back at the man lying on the floor. He had black blood oozing out of his mouth, a sharp contrast with the sparkling clean white tile. His eyes had also been permanently rolled back, leaving a plain whiteness in its wake. His body stiff as he gave his last fight and suddenly he went limp.She looked back up at him and she immediately felt trapped because no longer could she look away. The compelling bond an
Gwen started wheeling away the empty trolley out silently before Zezi's voice stopped her."Hmm, Gwen?""Yes, my Lady," there was a determination in her eyes like she was ready to keep on her act even if it would kill her."I need a book and a pen or pencils, anyone. It is boring not doing anything in here all day.""That?" Excitement sparkled in Gwen's eyes. "I'll get it for you. Are you perhaps a writer or an artist?""Both, if stick figures are considered exquisite art and if short bedtime stories are considered powerful books.""Oh you are so funny, my Lady," Gwen chuckled uncontrollably. "I'll tell my kids and husband about this. They sure would love it.""They sure would.""Anything else?""No, that will be all."Gwen gave her another bright smile before wheeling the empty trolley out and closing the door. Immediately, Zezi saw the door closed, she sucked in a deep breath. She didn't even know that she was holding her breath all that while. The long marks she saw on Gwen's hand
Her hand tightened around the doorknob while the other tightened around her towel. He stood there by the door rigid, his eyes on her. Taking note of her wet hair and her very exposed neck. His eyes darted to the mark and once again, something ticked in his jaws."I thought you were Gwen," she managed to say but he said nothing, his eyes turning darker and darker with every lingering moment.She wanted to close the door. Fear rushed through her veins then as the image of what she saw in the hallway cross through her mind. She wanted to sink into herself and stay far away from him yet she couldn't even close the freaking door?! Why couldn't she just look away from his burning gaze? It was like as if her feelings were out of her reigns of control, compelling her and drawing her to him. Yet there was fear, a large tussling fear.She heard someone coming up the door at that moment and he did too. "Your Majesty, I was just wondering..." A male voice started to say but before the person cou
Zezi woke up to the smell of drugs and the sharp smell of antiseptics. She found herself on a bed that wasn't all too familiar and within four walls that she didn't know.Her sight was a little blurry, while she tried hard to take in everything she could see. There was a man by the window. She couldn't see him clearly, he had his back turned to her and the light from the window made it hard to be accurate. Joy spurred through her heart when the image came close to the one she had in her mind. A kind of fire laced her skin.Was all that happened to her a dream, a nightmare she had finally been able to get away from? Had she been knocked out during training, and now waking up in the hospital of her pack?She looked up at the person by the window side again. The fire that crossed through her fire, igniting the longer she stared at him. Strange. She did love George but never had her body reacted towards him. This was absolutely new feeling, she loved it. "George..." She croacked out f
The mark on her neck felt hot suddenly like fire on her skin, snapping her out of her thoughts making her growl in pain. The torturous moment lasted for only a split second but it had been so painful. When it was over, her chest was raising and falling while she blinked in confusion. Her burning gaze on the tiled floor.'That had never happened before,' she thought as she threw her hand over the mark. It felt unnaturally warm against her palm. It must have been her thoughts? That was why it must have happened.How lost in thoughts had she been? Maybe that wasn't the right question. How much of the bond had she allowed to consume her?"Stop thinking you can leave this place, I won't let it happen."She looked up at him immediately, his eyes were brewing with anger once again.She processed his words slowly while his hand left hers on the door lock and he backed away like it was a difficult thing for him to do. The distance between them made her think clearly now and her eyes widened