Marcus's POV
Leaving my room, my wolf growled as I found my way to Winston's Chambers. I could still feel the haze of alcohol still clouding my mind, but even stronger was the excitement that my wolf felt at having that silver-haired slave. I flew open his door and staggered in. Winston squinted his deep brown eyes as he took in my disheveled state. "What in blazes are you doing here, Master Marcus?" Winston exclaimed, his surprise was evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes slowly and settled into a seat close to the fireplace. “I just need some time,” I muttered. Winston frowned, his gaze flickering to the door as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. “Some time from what?” He asked. I raised my face to look at him. He looked at me with a curious gaze. Fine. “Get me warm water to drink.” I finally said. “That's it?” Winston asked in disbelief. He was a bit chubby with soft lips and cheeks and was most times comical in his acts and other times willing to give his life for me. Winston was much younger than I was but was friendly and calm enough to be with. I chuckled. “I will tell you after I have my warm water.” I teased him. “Deal.” He replied and went back in the direction of the kitchen to boil some water. Not long after he was back with a cup of warm water. “Thank you,” I said quietly as I gulped down the warm liquid. I gave Winston the cup and he returned it to the kitchen. “So, what ails the great Marcus, driving him to my chambers,” Winston said as he approached me. His question took my thoughts back to the silver-haired girl in my room. The Silver Shade pack was the weakest link in our kingdom, their leaders were omega wolves and could not compare to the weakest werewolf of the Twilight Ridge pack. But despite all these, my wolf decided to get excited over a weakling. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Winston had taken a seat opposite me and was waiting to hear what I had to say. “Winston.” I began. “Can I choose who I want to be my mate over my wolf's choice?” Winston jerked in his seat. “What do you mean? Have you found your mate?” He asked excitedly. I got slightly irritated over his unnecessary excitement. “Answer the damn question Winton and stop getting ahead of yourself.” He immediately comported himself. Although he was mostly relaxed around me, he never forgets how beastly I could get. “Well, it has been said of old that although a werewolf can sleep with as many ladies as he likes, but once his wolf picks a mate it is usually hard to let go of her.” I scoffed at the absurdity of such a fable. “But that is my wolf's mate, I can choose who I want to be with.” “That is where it gets a bit tricky. Just as you are one with your wolf, gradually you will come to love your chosen mate. Most times, because of the humanity we possess, we love a little bit more than our wolf.” Winston said calmly. I certainly did not like the sound of that. “She cannot be my mate,” I replied dryly. “Uhm.. Uhhh.. Who is she?” Winston stammered, unsure if his question would anger me. I looked at him for a while. “I wish I knew too.” Winston stared at me in disbelief. I gave him a sly grin. I knew he was expectant of who my mate would be, just as the whole kingdom was. I hated the thought of having one. I just want to be alone. Stirring up human emotions would take its toll on me when I rule and I have a lot of cleaning up to do after my father. “How is your slave doing?” Winston asked from nowhere, earning him a soft growl. Winston raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Easy there, wolf," he said, his voice calm and measured. "No need to get all riled up. Just because she's under your care doesn't mean you have to take it out on me." I took a deep breath and tried to put my emotions under check. "It's not just that," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about her... something that draws me to her." Winston's eyes widened in surprise, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. "You felt attracted to her?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. I shook my head, the denial ringing deep in my own ears. "No, it's not like that," I protested, though I could hear the uncertainty in my voice. "I can't... I can't be attracted to a slave and a weak slave at that." I added with disdain etched into my tone. Winston regarded me with a knowing look, his gaze piercing through the layers of my facade to the heart of the matter. "Maybe you're not," he said gently, his tone softening with understanding. "But your wolf, on the other hand..." I rolled my eyes at the possible truth of the matter. I knew my wolf was drawn to her and her scent was mesmerizing and alluring. She was beautiful too, but to me, all that was useless without the very essence of what makes her a werewolf. "And if you don't want to mark her as your mate," Winston continued, his voice taking on a solemn tone, "then you need to stay away from her. For both your sakes." My thoughts halted at his words and I put on a bright smile. “Who knew you could make so much sense for once in your life?” I stood up and pulled his chubby cheeks. "Ouch! Let me go, you are hurting me." He yelled. "Oh, Winston." I laughed and let him go. “You need to be more wolf and less human.” “Whatever.” He murmured and arranged himself. “So what are you going to do now?” He asked. I Walked towards the door then paused and looked back at him with a cold glint illuminating my dark eyes. “What do you think?”Lily's POVPigs and Beasts! That is what Marcus Blackthorn and his entire pack members are for all they have done to me and my family. I picked myself up from his bed and searched for the remains of my dress from the floor of his room.After wiping out my entire pack, he had the effrontery to defile me. I picked up the pieces of my dress scattered on the floor. One of my beautiful dresses hand-sewn by my mother was now torn and frayed from a man's uncontrollable desire. My mind recalled how my mother would call Sarah, my friend, and myself to come try out the dresses she had made. “How do I look, Lil?” Sarah asked me one time Mother sewed us a rainbow garment made of silk and golden trimmings.“Oh Sarah, you look ravishingly beautiful,” I exclaimed and hurriedly tried mine on.“Now Lil, you look like a princess. ” Sarah said gleefully.“Of course Sarah, I am a princess and will get married to my prince charming and we will live happily ever after,” I replied and we laughed.Moth
Lily's POVBlur background, Cream curtains with gold trimmings. Pristine walls and ceiling. A soft plushy couch. A beautiful king-size bed, covered in transparent curtains that danced to the music of the wind. A rumpled duvet and folds of bedding scattered on the floor. I fluttered my eyes open as I took in the surroundings of where I was. Yeah, I was in Marcus's room. As I finally regained consciousness, a dull ache coursed through my head, and my throat felt raw from the force of my cries.I coughed weakly, pushing myself up from the floor with trembling arms. As I struggled to my feet, I realized with a jolt that I had passed out far longer than I imagined.I stood up and realized I was still naked. Damn it. I cursed inwardly.“I need to get some clothes on,” I said to myself, hand gripping my head as I made my way around the room.I searched the room till I found his closet. I walked in and began going through it in search of female clothing.“There's nothing in here,” I murmure
Marcus’s POVStanding at Winston’s doorway, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and the strong urge to go back to my chambers. Did something happen to that girl? I wish there was a means to communicate with my wolf, then I would know exactly what its problem was.Winston’s chamber was on the east wing of the mansion and mine was on the west wing, so it would take a while for me to get there. But I had to get there as soon as possible.Or that is how I felt.“Catch you around buddy,” I said and left his chambers without waiting for his response.I wanted to be faster, so I used the southern wing, which was my mother's jurisdiction. On my way back, my mother intercepted me with her cohort of witches who believe they are wolves.“Mother.” I greeted, bowing my head slightly.“Marcus.” She called out in response. “Where have you been? I stopped by your chambers. ”It was not because she cared.“I hope you satisfied your curiosity, Mother?” I asked politely but wearing no warm smile.“What are yo
Marcus's POV After the slave walked out, I sank into the soft bedroom couch and I let out a sigh of exhaustion. I ran a hand through my hair as the events of the evening replayed in my mind. I had only gotten back from a long run to meet the banquet thrown to celebrate Smithson's feat, to being given that silver werewolf, to having sex with her, and then to every other thing that followed up until now. I sighed and got to my feet. I made my way to the washroom, the cool tile floor a welcome relief beneath my bare feet. I ran a cold shower and let the icy water wash over me.After a while of enjoying the cold bath, I stepped out and made my way to the closet. I had a towel around my waist and another in my hands as I used it to dry my hair before I could toss it aside with a careless flick of my wrist.Once my body was dried, I pulled on a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a simple cotton shirt, then I made my way back to the bed. Reaching for the thin curtain that protected the pr
Marcus’s POV I stood rooted to the spot at the sight of what I saw. Dead bodies lay scattered on the floor, their lifeless forms battered and unrecognizable. I felt my stomach clench in disgust at the appalling view that lay before me. I took in their different appearances and as I noticed some flickers of silver in some people's hair, I knew who they were.Silvershade pack.I lifted my gaze to see my father afloat in the air with ease. His black rune was sparkling and his face was glowing as he absorbed magic from the lifeless bodies that lay around him. His once familiar features were twisted with madness, his hands outstretched as if being upheld by some mystical force.I took a step forward, my mind reeling with disbelief and horror, but before I could intervene, a thick black smoke materialized out of nowhere, gradually merging into the form of Lord Darkwood. His presence loomed over me like a shadow, his eyes gleaming with malice as he blocked my path with a chilling smile.
Lily's POV Stirring awake as the first ray of sunlight filtered through the small window, my head throbbed with a dull ache. I groaned and sat up on the cold floor where I slept. Leaning against the cool stone wall, I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding in my head.In that brief moment, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. After leaving Marcus's room. I roamed the west wing looking for Amelia, the scar-faced head maid. I had gone around in search of where she might be as the head maid, but I did not find her.And everywhere I turned, I was met with disdainful glances and whispered insults by the servants and slaves who saw me.“She is dressed like a whore.” I heard one say.“How can she be so shameful? She is proudly walking around with a fake wig and wearing Master Marcus's favorite shirt.”I heard their murmurs as I passed by, but their words meant nothing to me. Even if they called me a whore with fake hair color, mocking the shirt I wore
Lily's POV I quietly and slowly climbed over the mattress and straddled Marcus in between my legs.How could he be soundly asleep despite all my movements?I hovered over him and raised the knife over him. This was it. I was going to exert vengeance on behalf of my father, mother, and my entire pack. As I raised the knife and was about to plunge it into his chest, tears filled up my eyes and my hands got suspended in the air.I could not bring myself to do it.For a while, the tears flowed down my cheeks. Then suddenly, Marcus moved. His right hand gripped my waist, while his left hand pulled my wrist with fierce intensity.I gasped as he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine with so much force that it made my head spin. The pain of his fierce kiss seared through me, leaving my lips throbbing with pain.My tears flowed the more. He stopped Kissing me and pulled away. "You're too weak," he spat, his disdain palpable. "Attempt only what you can do." He added.Shame was
Marcus’s POVLeaving her presence did no good because I still found myself lurking behind the trees.I watched her with a sense of unease gnawing at my insides. She sat by the graves and sobbed. I had expected she would wail like her life depended on it.Maybe she was exhausted from screaming at me from earlier on. “Hmm. Silly girl thinks I wanted to kill her.” I muttered under my breath.If I wanted to, she would have been dead a long time ago.But no use wasting my time on someone who is not a threat to even a child born by a human.I noticed her getting up after a long while. She walked towards some wild lavender and plucked them. She placed them on the graves I am now sure belong to her parents.Watching her began to stir me up in ways I could not understand. I felt my chest tighten with grief, my fists clenched in anger and my heart went out to her but my mind refused to allow my emotions to control my actions.I have to get out of here. With a mixture of emotions, I tore my g