I stood close to the beautifully plush sofa directly opposite the large TV set where Attus sat. "What are you watching?" I asked, even though I knew that I would not know the show or movie if he mentioned it. My parents had been very particular about keeping me away from screens. The TV in our own mansion ahd been mostly for guests and Becky, before she became the favored of the clan. My mother always use dti say that addictions should be formed in adulthood, not from childhood and it had never made sense to me as I grew up to hear it severally from her. "Just this new series I have wanted to see for so long." Attus answered, not once taking his eyes off of me. I smiled. "May I join you?" I asked, and he gestured quickly for me to sit. "Of course, Clara. You are a part of the family now." He said, as I sat closer to him than I had originally intended. But after my body sank in and I felt the warmth of his body on mine, I did not want to have to bring myself to move away. "I'm sor

The Alpha King walked out of the TV room in deep thoughts about his love for his half brother. He thought about going into his room and telling him the whole truth about Clara and her presence in the house. But at the same time, as much as he loved and trusted Attus, his Gamma's words kept playing back over and over again again. As he padded up the stairs, he decided against telling Attus about Clara. At least not yet. But he would apologise for the scuffle down in the TV room. He took a few deep breaths before getting to Attus's door, which was surprisingly open. But considering how much Attus loved his personal space and privacy, the Alpha King decided to just wait and probably knock before going in, but a sound caught his attention and held it. The sound was like that of a whiny little mouse or crying baby. His curiosity shadowed his sense of better judgement, and he popped his head gently into the room. The shock that he felt was like having ice cold water being poured on him fr

I allowed myself to let my guards down following the insistent and consistent nice treatment from the Alpha King, and even Morrigan's exit from the castle. It was all a plan from the beginning, but I had not known that yet, so I had just gone along with it, being nice to the Alpha King, accepting his hugs and giving him the same. I caught him staring at me a lot. When he was not working, he spent more time with me. We would sometimes sit in silence even while he worked. I read many different books from the Castle's library during those days. The Alpha King literally interrupted with a kind word every time I tried to ask him what was going on. It seemed like all he had needed, was a slap to set him straight and bring him back to reality. He was always around me. Even when I just wanted to spend some time with Attus, he would just show up and ask to join in on whatever it is that we were doing. I noticed the brief glances loaded with deep, impenetrable meaning that passed often betwee

"And where do you suppose you are going with my fiancée?" the Alpha King's voice boons behind myself and the kind gentleman. I turn abruptly, happy for my hand to slip from the gentleman's. The gentleman turns to look at Xavier rather slowly. "Xavier… Of course, we meet again! And I must confess, you have quite the habit of showing up in all the places that I hope to never have to see your face." He said, walking slowly towards Xavier. I could tell from the sudden change in his voice and countenance that they were definitely enemies from before. The Alpha King laughed, but his eyes looked hooded and dangerous. "But you do know better than to touch what's mine, don't you?" He asked, looking very angry and dangerous. I moved along the walls until I found a sofa, and I sank gratefully into it as I watched the royal drama unfold. Sadly, it did not last. "She is not your property, Xavier! You have to learn how to treat women as human beings, and not as properties. She can decide for her

I let the warm water glide, punch and trickle down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. One thing about me was that even on a winter morning, I would always only have cold showers. The water is extra cold tonight, because the rain I had smelled on the wind had just started falling, strafing the roof like pellets. The bathroom window above me was locked, so I reached up and opened it, letting the wind and sprays of the rain enter into the shower house. I stood for a while, before lathering over and rinsing my body off. I finally patted my body dry with a fresh towel I took off the towel stand, and applied a body night cream I saw sitting in the wall cabinet. It smelled extra fruity and delicious, and was absorbed easily by my skin, leaving me smelling really great, and my skin feeling very soft and smooth. I wore the nightwear that I had carried along with me to the bathroom, and then I stood at the mirror combing and packing my hair, covering it with the satin bonnet, and I was