Moonbound

Aria POV The silence was shattered by the screams of my fellow slave. I turned to see the palace gates, but no one emerged. The screams grew louder, and I realized they were coming from inside the palace. Lily's eyes met mine, filled with fear and dread. We knew what was happening. Romain's wolf had been unleashed, and the palace was trembling with its fury. "Please, don't let it be another slave," Lilly whispered, her voice trembling. “I knew what she meant. When Romain's wolf was unleashed, it was a sign of his anger and frustration. And to calm it down, disobedient slaves were sent to the wolf to mate with and are consumed, a gruesome appeasement to satiate the beast's fury." The screams grew louder, more desperate. I could tell whoever was inside Romain's lair was fighting for their life. "It's going to be another slave," I whispered, my heart heavy with dread. "Someone who proved to be stubborn." Lilly nodded, her eyes filled with tears. We knew the rules, knew th

Aria’s POV I lay exhausted on my bed, my body aching from a long day of cleaning the Queen's ginormous chamber. I had just drifted off to sleep when two palace guards burst into my room. I jolted upright, my heart racing, as they grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the bed. "What's going on?" I demanded, struggling against their grip. "What have I done?" "Silence, slave," one of the guards growled, his voice like a snarl. "You're coming with us." I kicked and squirmed, but they were too strong. They hauled me out of my room and down the corridor, their grip like a vice. I couldn't believe this was happening. What had I done to deserve such treatment? "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "You'll find out soon enough," the other guard sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. I shuddered at the sinister tone in his voice. What did they have planned for me? And why were they treating me like a criminal? Before I could ask any more que

Romain’s POV I struggle to contain the beast within me, Roma, my wolf. His fury rages like a tempest, threatening to consume me whole. I can feel its power coursing through my veins, fighting to be unleashed. But I dare not let him take control, for I know that if Roma takes over, I'll be lost forever. That's why I've commanded to be chained, to restrain me from unleashing the horror within. It's a constant battle, a war within myself. My wolf howls and snarls, demanding to be free, and the only thing that calms him is the taste of blood. It's a cruel irony, a royal but now I am a slave to my darkness. Before mother passed on, I was in control. I was the master of my destiny. But now, I am a shadow of my former self, trapped in a never-ending struggle to keep Roma at bay. As I stand here, chained and restrained, I can feel its fury building each day. It senses my weakness, my fear, and he feeds on it. My growls echo through the halls, a warning to all who dare app

The air was heavy with anticipation as I awaited his response. His gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race, his expression unreadable. The silence between us was palpable, like a living entity that pulsed with its rhythm. I looked down at the Golden Pheasant dish he pulled in front of me instead of answering my question. "You're not answering my question," I said, looking up at him with a hint of frustration. "I'm just prioritizing your needs, my lady," he replied, his voice calm and soothing. "Food first, questions later." I felt a surge of surprise at being addressed as "my lady". It was a title of respect, one that sounded foreign to my ears. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my eyes widened slightly as I met his gaze. "I...thank you," I stuttered, unsure how to respond. He smiled, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. "You're welcome, my lady. Now, please, eat." The aroma of the roasted meat and exotic spices filled my sen

The palace was buzzing with activities as slaves scurried about, busily preparing for the grand evening ball. The crown prince's engagement to his betrothed, Princess Sophia, was to be celebrated in style, and no detail was being spared. The thought of these two evoked a feeling of unease.The sound of sweeping, polishing, and rustling of fine fabrics filled the air as the slaves worked tirelessly to transform the palace into a dazzling spectacle.As I gazed out at the slaves toiling away, their exhausted faces resonated deeply with me. I knew that same fatigue, that same desperation. If it hadn't been for Romain, I shuddered to think what my fate might be.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. To my surprise, it was Lilly. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she took in the sight of me standing at the window."Aria! Oh my goodness, you're alive?" Lilly exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears as she rushed towards me.I opened my arms, and Lilly embraced me tightly, her