MILAMila dropped her hand abruptly. It seemed as if Arthur had slapper her. Chloe calling her a witch didn't affect her as much as when she heard Arthur use the same slang."Is it what you think of me?" Mila asked seriously. She could not help the sadness that had erupted in her voice. "A witch?"Arthur blinked rapidly, then his expressions cleared."Oh, I just repeated her words, sorry," Arthur spoke hastily. "I would never call you that, I am truly sorry."Mila didn't know if he was genuinely sorry or what! As she stared at him, deciding her reaction to his apology, he sighed."I must say I am impressed though," Arthur laughed heartily. "Did you really cover Chloe's body with warts or did you make her believe so? You know like an illusion?""What did she tell you exactly?" Mila asked with narrowed.As Arthur repeated Chloe's words, Mila smiled."Were you really lurking in the shadows to see me?" Arthur asked, shifting his hand up and down her spine."I... I missed you... I..." as M

ARTHUR"Ever since I have met your mother and claimed her as my one true mate, I have never had any desire to be with another woman," his father continued the moment they were alone in his father's chambers. "Or to add precisely, I could not even dare appreciate another woman in my head because your mother could hear me and would kill me at that very instant."Arthur knew where this conversation was going and he feared it."Arthur," his father spoke heavily, "You have mated with Chloe."It was not a question, it was a statement.Arthur still nodded."So, you should be linked," his father continued.Arthur avoided his father's eyes at this."Have you mated with Mila Grace?" Arthur's head shot up at these words and the memory from previous day where Mila had lay almost bare in her bed, underneath him flashed in front of his eyes."Have your mind linked with her?" his father asked automatically."I have not mated with Mila," Arthur corrected."Not yet, you mean..." his father corrected

MILAWhile Arthur was dealing with his own feelings, his father and Chloe, Mila was facing her own fears and demons.In fact, she didn't know what she was feeling or what she wanted. Before getting captured by Collins clan, i.e. men Arthur commanded, she wanted to run away. She was a part of Keats clan and they mostly treated her like a prisoner. No, they didn't 'mostly' treat her like a prisoner, she was their prisoner. She didn't even remember how many times she had tried to run away from them. But only they could bring her back. The alpha of the Keats clan was enchanted by her, but his mate, Hanna, was not. And it was Hanna who was incharge of keeping Mila prisoner. Mila was lying in her bed remembering the horrid days of her life back then. She was still scarely clothed and was feeling utterly confused. Her body hungered for Arthur. Her mind hungered for power. And her heart hungered for revenge on Chloe. Somehow she could see Hanna's image in Chloe and a part of Mila, that stupi

MILAMany years ago… almost thirteen years ago…“Mommy, will we be safe here?” Mila asked. She had just moved to this new location with her mother and felt excited. The last place she was living with her mother was very bad. Her mother had to keep her hidden in a basement, and she sincerely hoped that this hut, where her mother was putting up their things, had no basement at all.“Yes, my love, we will be,” her mother spoke lovingly as she pulled up the hood of Mila’s cloak over head to hide her.“Do I need to hide here as well?” Mila asked, disgruntled.“We know what happens when someone sees you,” her mother sighed. “You know what happened last time.”“That bad man saw me…” Mila whispered. “And?” her mother insisted.“And you had to kill him!” Mila spoke, wide-eyed.“And killing is bad,” her mother stressed.“Killing is bad, but sometimes, we have to do it to protect the ones we love,” Mila chimed happily.“Yes, my dear. And I love you and there is not a thing I won’t do for you…”

ARTHUR & MILAIf Mila was depressed with the wave of nostalgia that had erupted within her, Arthur was dumbfounded.The enclosing was barely ten feet wide, which was completely cut out from outer world. There were tall walls around in a circular pattern and in the middle of it was a four-storied tower. The tower in itself was no more than five feet in diameter and its entrance was barricaded by iron wrought gates.“What?” Arthur couldn’t comprehend words. “You lived here?”Mila didn’t reply but just walked to the tower and opened it.“Wow, it looks even smaller now,” Mila chuckled dryly. Her eyes were wet with tears now. “I still remember when these walls were put up!”“What?” Arthur was so shocked that he couldn’t form sentences now. He looked around, it was worse than a hovel. His horses lived in better condition, and Mila lived here… He had so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.Mila entered the tower and Arthur followed quietly. A damp, rotten stench met their nostri