Thank you for reading! I decided that I wanted chapter to bridge the gap with the epilogues and clarify some of Dysnomia's and Zared's eratic behaviour. Tomorrow the first of the two epilogues will be up.
Dysnomia“Neptunes nipples,” I mutter to myself. I really want to finish this blanket before Derora gives birth. But the light is too dim for my poor eyesight. “Getting older is a curse. I can’t crochet for hours, my back hurts and my fingers are more crooked than the twigs of a serpentine hazel.” “Talking to yourself again?” Zared rhetorically asks as he enters the room, “I think it’s cute that you do that nowadays. Talking, or more accurately muttering, to myself is one of the most irritating things of being older. I often do it without thinking. It frequently leads to over sharing of information. Even though Zared is older than me he is in a far better shape. I continue muttering under my breath ignoring Zared. He walks over and switches on a special reading lamp lamp with a magnifying glass attached we got in the human realm a few months earlier. Before we came to this era of relative peace people didn’t get this old. When I shift, which is rare nowadays, Aminta no longer has
Zared povIn my wildest dreams I hadn’t imagined how much and how hard work it would be to be Alpha King and father. Dysnomia demanded I also played a very active part in raising Derora and Arathorn. I was clueless how to be a ‘good father’. I only saw my father at dinner and then I was supposed to be quiet. Only when I turned 15 and my wolf was less than a year away did he start spending time with me. Grooming me to be his perfect successor. His lessons in fighting were brutal. He didn’t hold in his punches because if I found myself in a situation the opponent wouldn’t hold back either. I learned to duck and evade first. Once I had Gunther I gained strength. When I learned I could trust on Gunther's speed and experience I started throwing punches at him. So when Dysnomia handed me a very smelly Derora with an overflowing poop diaper with the words “I already had two of these today, this one is yours,” I was beyond clueless. “Goddess please help me with strength and wisdom. It’s no
My knees are bleeding all over the freshly cleaned floor. They sting as the cheap soap enters the wounds. I daren’t make a sound. My hands are scrubbed raw. “Hurry UP!” Beta Nasir cracks the whip by his side “Guests arrive for Alpha Ahriman’s engagement announcement tomorrow - DON’T let us down! This place needs to be cleaner than spotless!”I snort into my bucket, trying to hide my grin. This guy is as horrible with language as he is everything else. How can anything be cleaner than spotless? Idiot. Finally the floors are deemed acceptable. Nasir commands us to head back to our barracks. Calling our slave quarters a ‘barracks’ is like gilding a turd. They’re a shack. Cold, no glass in the window holes, simply thin wooden roofs on top of thinner wooden walls. At least it’s not raining today. Brian catches my eye as us slaves troop out. I wink at him and his shoulders visibly relax. He needs to guard himself better - if anyone knew how he takes pity on us slaves, how he sometimes b
Nomia pov “Halt!” Beta Nasir's shout wakes me and, as I return to consciousness, I realise the jostling of the cart has stopped. Nasir looks at me. He knows I can't get up on my own - my hands are bound behind me and my ankles are chafed by the shackles. Nasir simply removes the shackles. My arms are still tied on my back. Nasir grins, then throws me off the back of the cart face first. I feel my nose break. I can't look up from my facedown position on the floor. Feet appear just within my eye line and I'm hauled up by the rope around my wrists. The rheumy eyes of a middle aged man who's gotten old before his time stare back at me. “Well, she ain't much to start with” he grins, checking me all over “What's her story?” He turns to Nasir. “Background doesn’t matter” Nasir responds shortly. “We need to get rid - keep her a bit, feed her, clean her and sell her at the virgin auction.” he instructs. “Well she’s flat all round Nasir - except for those handle-like hip bones. I’ve got s
Nomia pov I lie down on the cot carefully, trying to nurse my wrist away from the hard base. Eventually, sleep takes me - I’m not sure how long I’m asleep for but the cell door clangs open suddenly and I jerk awake.Machteld stands, silhouetted in the doorway, with another bowl of soup and some more bread. She frowns down at me, holding my wrist. “Manfred coulda told me your wrist needed setting too. Men!” she scoffs, setting down the tray and walking out. I remain on my side, watching her. “Sit up!” she commands as she re-enters the cell, holding a small plank of wood and some bandages. I hurry to comply, though I don’t want to. Machteld takes my arm - not gently - ignoring my flinch. She runs her fingers up and down my arm - squeezing as she goes. “Well.” she sucks on her teeth “Nothing feels out of place; I’ll just stick a splint on it and bandage it up. Should be healed before sale.” With all the significance of discussing the weather, Machteld wraps my wrist tightly, turns and
Sold to the highest bidderNomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear. Then Machteld and Gertrude enter and take the first girl through those doors - the number of girls diminishes quickly and it’s my turn before I know it. Machteld reaches out and pinches my nipples. I flinch “Need them perky so they pay what you’re worth” Gertrude tells me, before pinching my cheeks. As we enter the room, I see a platform in the middle - like a gallows stage. Around the stage in a semi-circle are a load of chairs; mainly empty. I count about twenty men; all of them exuding power. I can’t help my cringe away, b
Nomia povI startle awake when the door bangs loudly against the wall. Beta Jared’s loud rough voice slurs when he tries to speak to someone. My nose scrunches of its own accord as it's assaulted by the stench of alcohol. I can barely suppress a painful groan, my back is killing me, my muscles slightly spasming and almost shooting into cramps. My hands and feet are no longer painful but now cold and numb. I bet if I could move to see them, the lack of blood flow would have left them tinged with blue.I hear Beta Jared stumbling around, he’s drunk alright. I hear second footsteps, they are lighter and steadier. I wonder who was so unlucky or unwise to join Beta Jared to his room. You don’t have to be a mind reader to see that he is no good. Suddenly I feel his dirty breath over my face and his laboured breathing in my ear, “Sorry puppy, it got later than expected. But you’re well trained aren’t you? You don’t need much.” And he pulls off the blindfold, taking a few of my hairs, caught i
Zared POV /Jared!/ I mindlink my beta, looking at the invite in my hand. ‘Exclusive auction of rare slaves at Manfred’s auction house. First Saturday after the full moon.’ I've already lost two concubines. I huff, I really need to do something about that. But it would only leave the twins and my appetites. require more than that. Maybe the auction will have some pretty virgins for me to acquire so I can up the numbers a bit. /Jared, we’re leaving for Manfred’s tomorrow./ Jared, my brother from another mother. Literally. My father would fuck any pussy going. I’m his only legitimate child. Hell maybe he even fucked his way through other packs, I don’t know. I’ve never known if my mother had fertility problems or if she just withheld sex from my father as a punishment for being a cheating bastard. “You never get tired of bitching about your parents do you?” My wolf Gunther interrupts my train of thought, sounding bored. “You're such a bitch - you shoulda been born a girl” “Shut up