KING ARCHIE’S POV I thought the events of the day would proceed without trouble today when I entered the dining hall and noticed that Amanisa wasn't wearing her tight and short uniform. I believed that breakfast would go smoothly when I gave Amanisa a stare down and she seem alright. That eased my mind since I had been worried about her throughout the night. For some reason that my Lycan spirit believed to be the odd connection, Amanisa was all my mind could process during the night. Sleeping became a problem and the few times that I was able to doze off, she hunted my dreams with her sobs and moans. I wouldn't have minded the moans but the sound of her sobs made me worried sick. I would have marched to the servants' quarters a few times if I didn't understand that going there to meet Amanisa would create a chaotic situation in my realm. Fuck that! It wasn't easy to stay away all night and when I saw her standing by my seat when I entered the dining hall, I knew that she had
AMANISA’S POV The last time I felt this kind of pain was when I heard my mother scream in pain twelve years ago. The last time I felt this amount of excruciating fire in my gut and heart was when I knew that I would never perceive my mother’s sweet scent again nor would I be able to get engulfed by my father’s warmth. The skin of my back was on fire but my heart hurt more, knowing that my mother wouldn't have wanted me to pass through this kind of treatment. This was why they sent me away when they saw death advancing toward the family. “Forgive me, Ama.” Arla grunted in my mind. I should be the one apologizing to her for always making her suffer. Despite her weakness due to our sealed power, she had never failed to protect me when needed but I couldn't say the same about me. As the whip landed on my back, Arla felt the same intense burn that I was feeling. I wondered if the whip was laced with some sort of pain inducer or if I was just too tired to bare the pain it caused me.
KING ARCHIE’S POV “Enough! Stop that immediately!” I couldn't bear it anymore even though Amanisa seemed to be handling it. She was becoming bloody but she wasn't showing pain as anyone else would have done in her shoes. Amanisa was enduring the pain even though I couldn't. With every whip, I felt her pain coursing through me as if it was mine. The connection was undeniable at this point which I believed was too early but I wanted more of it… in fact, I wished I could be connected enough to take her pain away. Every time I try to save that female, I always end up pushing her into more trouble and anguish. Maybe that was why I resisted when I felt the urge to stop Princess Violet from hurting her more and more. Yes, I wasn't the one that stopped Princess Violet from delivering more lashes on Amanisa’s back. I wanted to. Jay wanted me to. The strange connection I felt towards that woman wanted me to but I didn't. Even the pain I felt on her behalf couldn't make me interfere beca
KING ARCHIE’S POV I slammed the door to Amanisa’s new room open and rushed in, gathering my overflowing dark royal robes in my hands. “What’s going on, Royal Physician?” I tried not to let my emotions out but it was getting difficult with each passing minute. Although I wasn't expecting Amanisa’s back to start healing immediately because she was a weak werewolf but I also wasn't expecting to see the wounds on her back getting worse, wider, and more bloody. “I can’t be sure, Lycan King.” The royal physician replied. His aging face was squeezed and painted with confusion. if that had a specific color. Ava’s face was even redder than the bloody back of her friend. That werewolf made me wonder how she and Amanisa become close despite the short time they had spent together. “But you are even closer to Amanisa than the werewolf. How will you clarify that?” A tiny voice said to me. It definitely wasn't Jay because he was worried about Amanisa… too tense to pass a comment. “Can you
AMANISA’S POV “Don't send me a-awa-away…” I voiced. My mind was foggy and I couldn't fathom why I was here again… In that scene that shouldn't be happening again. I was there in the great hall, facing my demons and darkness. I was seeing them again after what came off like an eternity. It was a relief at first because I was starting to forget what they both looked like but the happy moments soon ended. The jolliness soon faded into nothing but chaos and ruins. I was finally seeing my parents again which somehow felt like a dream but even my dreams weren't peaceful. They were nightmares if I was to be accurate with my choice of words. Wait a Sec! Did I die and dismounted in hell? That would have been unfair because I knew how this scene would end. It would be unfair because I shouldn't have to watch and endure the death process of my parents. Also, those two shouldn't have to die over and over again even though this could be a dream or my torture in hell. Why would I be in hell
AMANISA’S POV Maybe I would have found his statement hilarious if I wasn't in so much pain and if my heart wasn't beating faster than usual… not because of his words but because of the nightmare I just woke up from. In fact, I almost believed that I was still dreaming but Lycan King Archie suddenly helped me to turn my face towards the other direction where he was sitting with my hand in his. I allowed my eyelids to close and I breathed with my mouth just to get rid of my unsteady heartbeat. “Are you going to pretend like you didn't hear me? That’s so unlike you-” “You don't even know me. Stop the reverse physiology thing you are doing right now and leave me alone. You-” “I can't leave you alone, Amanisa. I’ll never-” “Stop it! What exactly do you want from me now?” My eyes flew open and connected with his dark ones immediately since his face was right before mine. What the heck was wrong with this Royal Freak? I would have jubilated that I had the last words but it seemed like
KING ARCHIE’S POV Maybe I shouldn’t have been eager to see her awake. She was already a pain in my neck and it wasn't up to thirty minutes since she regained consciousness. But words couldn't describe the joy I felt and the relief that flooded through me when she opened her eyes and when those almost white eyeballs connected with me. It was as if I had been living in hell and dying of thirst before she woke up. She relieved me. She gave me the water I needed to quench my thirst and she didn't even leave the bed. “Have you stopped to think about how you could be the problem?” Jay, my dearest and happy wolf; he hasn't been this happy in forever: murmured to me. How could I be the problem when I had been anxious and worried about Amanisa for the past two days? It would have been three days if she didn't wake up today. “You said you loved her? How sure are you that you aren't just scared of losing an addiction? Plus addiction might look like love-” “Whatever I feel towards that fe
AMANISA’S POV Never have I ever felt useless and helpless…. Not like this. Never have I ever been bedridden not even after I was discovered by humans in my unconscious state… not even when they took me to the hospital. I had never been on the bed for days…. Long enough to make me lose count. The hours seemed unbearably long. I was slowly losing my mind and drying away in the room that I had learned was mine from Ava. The kind werewolf had tried to explain and let me know all about the days I lay unconsciously in the room. She told me all about how the Lycan King acted unlike himself and rebuked his chosen mate for me. “The Lycan Prince Byron made a request to the Lycan King. He asked the king to give you to him after he stopped the chosen Princess from hitting you-” Ava was how I found out about my misconception. The fact that The Lycan King wasn't the one that saved me from his chosen mate didn't sit well with me. Especially after I had assumed that he did. Turned out it was t