CHAPTER NINETEEN

The trudging pain that was embedded in Amelia's head was excruciating and it felt as though she was coming down with a concussion, or maybe it had finally arrived. She was naked as she looked at her reflection on the tiled floor that was beneath her. As she lay on the marbled ties she thought of the possibilities of how nice her life could have been if she hadn't met the devil — Adelard for help. Maybe if she hadn't been so desperate to prevent her father from dying then she wouldn't have met this sad fate.

Adelard was the werewolf she was meant to be married to and she recalled vividly the day she had first met him. He was resting on his horse back next to the castle, smoking a pipe, She had intended to run into the castle for help, but when she sighted someone in the e trance of the castle, she dashed towards him, unknown of his identity, and because he looked well-off she fell on her weak knees right at his front and begged for help. She cried for help because she co