As I sat there on the bed, frozen in fear and uncertainty, my heart pounded in my chest and questions raced through my mind. What would the king do now? Would he seek revenge for my refusal? He looked angry and curious at the same time, what could be going on in his head?Suddenly, the heavy chamber doors swung open and a group of maids entered, their faces bearing a cold and distant expression. I watched them cautiously as they approached me, their steps deliberate and their eyes devoid of emotion. My anxiety deepened and a chill ran down my spine. What had the king instructed them to do?"Why did you barge in that way? Why do you all lack courtesy in this kingdom? Couldn't you have knocked before coming in?" I asked them, angry that they didn't even notify me before entering the room.Without uttering a word, the maids motioned for me to follow them. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating my options but the weight of their gaze and the uncertainty of the king's intentions compelled
Stepping out of the chamber, my heart raced in my chest pounding like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. Fear clutched at my throat as I made my way towards Beta Kristen who stood tall and imposing in his pristine uniform. I tried my best to appear composed and submissive as was expected of a slave in the presence of a beta. But inside my emotions tossed and turned like a tempestuous storm. Had the Alpha King changed his mind about punishing me? Or was there something more sinister awaiting me? Beta Kristen's steely gaze pierced through me and for a moment, I thought he could see through the façade I was desperately holding onto. My hands trembled slightly and I had to clasp them tightly to still their quivering. "His highness has granted you permission to explore the the pack house and gardens." Beta Kristen informed me, in a voice devoid of any warmth. "However you are to be accompanied by a guard at all times. You should consider this a privilege." A flicker of relief wash
I made an effort to disguise my unease mustering a smile as I pivoted to identify the person called Daphne. Approaching them with cautious optimism, I extended my hand for a formal greeting. However, my friendly gesture was met with a disdainful hiss as one of them abruptly departed without a word. Confused by the unexpected response I quickly retracted my outstretched hand feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder what had stirred such a reaction. Undeterred I turned my attention back to Daphne who stood before me with a sheepish smirk curving her lips. I didn't know what the smirk was supposed to mean but I knew for sure it wasn't a good sign. "Are you just going to stare at me? Won't you bow your head?" What? My eyes widened. The voice, though feminine, possessed a bold and authoritative tone. Her words left me utterly perplexed. But, witnessing the guard bow before her indicated her immense significance. I glanced behind me, intending to seek as
I made my way back to my chamber, my heart pounding in my chest with each step. The encounter with Daphne had left me shaken unsure of my place within the pack. But as I entered the room a familiar feeling of comfort enveloped me. Meemaw was already waiting for me with open arms. She was elated to see that I was back and she hurries to hug me. "Melina! You're back! How did it go?" she asked eagerly. I hugged her back and felt a surge of emotion. "Not so good," I said softly, frowning. She pulled back and looked at my face. Her eyes widened when she saw the red mark on my cheek. I didn't know it was so obvious. I glanced at the standing mirror in my room and saw the mark of red strips across my cheek. "Oh darn!" I cursed, realizing what the bitch had done to my face. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she asked in alarm. I sighed and told her everything that happened in the garden. How I met Eirene, who was friendly and how we vibed together. How Xanthe and Daphne were rude
The past few days in the palace had been the most challenging days for me since I got here. I knew I was probably over reacting but it worth it. I decided to stay indoor all through, just because I wanted to avoid the king. He had this thing about him that made him so irresistible and I wasn't going to fall for him. Not in this lifetime. I will continue to stay indoor until my mind tell me to go out. I awoke suddenly, my eyes fluttering open as I found myself sitting up against the headboard. A tired groan escaped my lips as I rubbed my face with my hand, attempting to shake off the remnants of sleep. Glancing around the room, I realized with a slight pang of confusion that Meemaw was nowhere to be seen. Where could she have wandered off to? Just as I was about to rise from the bed, the door emitted an eerie creak, unveiling the arrival of my beloved Meemaw. "Meemaw," I called. "What is it this time? Are you not going to leave this room today too? Do you know that you'v
As the day wore on Cleo helped me get ready for the dinner, ensuring every detail was perfect from the way my hair cascaded in gentle waves to the subtle application of cosmetics that enhanced my natural beauty. When I finally looked at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of confidence. "You are looking extraordinarily beautiful, my dear." Meemaw said, kissing my forehead. "If the king sees you, he won't be able to take his eyes off you." "What are you talking about?" I stood up from the vanity and turned around to face my Meemaw. "No, I don't want that. You have to erase everything you've done to my face." "But why?" She asked, confused. "How will I be comfortable if the king is unable to to take his eyes away from me. I am not even going to there because of him." I said, but that wasn't the major reason. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to meet the king. The last time we met, he made me so nervous that I felt I would lose myself to him but he c
As I lay in bed my heart pounded in my chest and my breath came out in short gasps. The nightmare I had just experienced left me trembling with fear. I tried to calm myself reminding myself that it was just a dream. But the images were so vivid so terrifying that it was hard to shake off the feeling of impending doom. I wiped the sweat off my brow and took a deep breath hoping to steady my racing heart. Slowly I began to collect my thoughts recalling the details of the dream as they faded from my memory. I had been running, desperate to escape an unseen pursuer. The fear had bubbled within me threatening to consume me whole. But then in the midst of the chaos, his highness had appeared. His presence, a beacon of hope had given me a momentary respite from the darkness. I could almost see the determination in his eyes the unwavering strength he possessed. He had attempted to save me, to protect me from the unseen danger. But before he could reach me, disaster struck. The
A week past and the palace became to feel like a hell. I genuinely couldn't figure out why that was, but I was guessing. His Highness was still refusing to talk to me, he didn't send any messages and I hadn't been seeing Beta Kristen around too. They all just ignored me like I was a piece of shit. This was really what I wanted but why did it hurt so much that the king was ignoring me. I waited and anticipated the king's summon but I got none. Infact, the food supplements he usually sent had reduced and no maids were allowed to come to my chamber any longer. Calling the king by his actual name could have worked - When I mentioned his name, he was so still and I could see how comfortable he felt in his eyes. But he was so exasperated at the moment, that he didn't care. He grabbed my arm and threw me out of his chamber, closing the door behind him. That was embarrassing but I didn't feel that anger towards him, I was more angry at myself as I remembered that moment I volunteered to ki