Emilia's POV"Two nights from now," Veronica said behind me, "you will have the king's attention."Veronica's voice was full of excitement, a stark contrast to her usually emotionless face. "The king will meet you in person, Emilia. Do you know how great an honor this is?"I didn't speak. Veronica's gaze seemed to accuse me of being ignorant."I understand, Veronica," I replied finally, sitting by the dressing table, staring at my expressionless face in the mirror.Veronica washed my cheeks with rose-infused water, giving my skin a rosy glow. Two maids brushed my long, thick hair with scented perfume, filling the room with fragrance.Every inch of my exposed skin was covered with a mixture of ground pearls applied by the maids. Soon, my skin shimmered softly under the lamplight."Your body," Veronica made me stand up, and with her sharp nails, she slowly slid over my skin. It felt like being crawled over by scorpions, and I couldn't help but tremble under her scrutiny."Your skin feel
Klaus’s POVEmilia was very afraid, even though she didn't say a word.Even without her speaking, in the dim night, I could still clearly see the changes on her face. I could always make her shiver, although I secretly hated that about myself.After I finished speaking, Emilia slowly removed the black cloak from her body.It was just the most common cloak worn by slaves in the manor, rough fabric, dull black. But when Emilia took it off, revealing her body, I suddenly realized it was like the finest black velvet, only used to showcase the most delicate, most precious gems.Emilia's face was turned aside, not looking at me, her eyelashes trembling, her hands awkwardly hugging her arms."... Hurry up," I hastily spoke, intending to explain that the time left was already very short, but the sudden tension in my throat made me swallow the rest of my words. Emilia always made me lose control, and I hated that.I frowned at Emilia's pale face. She was reluctant but eventually released her a
Emilia's POVWhen I woke up in the morning, Klaus was nowhere to be found in the bed. The empty space beside me held no trace of Klaus's warmth, only the marks on my body reminding me of what happened last night.It wasn't a dream; Klaus spared me.I sat there in a daze, fingers rubbing the soft sheets. Traces of dried liquid remind me of moist skin, entwined embraces, and my breakdown beneath those golden eyes.Oh, my moon goddess, I shamefully covered my head, but still couldn't block out the images from last night.How would Klaus look at me? A useless, inadequate slave? I touched my swollen eyes from crying, sorrowfully thinking. It wasn't my first time crying in front of Klaus, but it was the first time without any pretense, without any purpose, crying like a helpless child seeking help from a relied-upon adult.Last night's fear shattered me. I could endure Ron's abuse, endure beatings and heavy work, but could not tolerate using my body to please Klaus.I had already lost every
"Happy birthday, my darling." I looked at the smiling faces in front of me, holding my parents' hands, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started blowing out the candles on my birthday cake. Eighteen candles. I couldn't blow them all out in one breath, and I could still feel the warmth of the candlelight. Today was my big day. I had come of age, and I had got my wolf. As the Alpha's daughter, I had always been the apple of my parents' eye, the darling of everyone. Today, everyone from my pack had gathered to celebrate my birthday. I stood in a luxurious hall, dressed in an expensive gown, receiving everyone's blessings. I couldn't imagine a happier day in my life. Everything was perfect. I wished time could freeze in this moment forever. Little did I know that in the very instant I blew out the candles, my world would plunge into darkness and pain. "Attackers!" I hadn't finished blowing out all the candles. I opened my eyes. In the darkness, there were screams and
Ron spared my life just to humiliate me and my family. He wiped out everyone from my pack, leaving only me behind. He made me wear the shabbiest clothes and do the hardest labor. He wanted everyone in the pack to know that he had taken over as Alpha. And I was the living proof of that.After becoming a slave, I was assigned to work in the Alpha's castle. The housekeeper in charge of managing the castle was an old woman named Lydia. She was short, fat, and covered in freckles. She got this job because she was a distant relative of Alpha Ron.Lydia was a cruel old lady. Her piercing eyes seemed to see right through people. On my first day in the castle, she glanced at me and made me kneel on the scorching stone steps. The passing servants looked at me with mocking eyes, and no one offered to help. It wasn't until evening that Lydia allowed me to have a sip of water.During my time as a slave, I learned to endure. I knew I had no chance against Ron with my current abilities. The poisoned
I couldn't react in time. The silver arrow had zoomed up to me with lightning speed. A bone-chilling sensation, dripping with the stench of death, inched closer and closer to my body. As I felt death creeping up on me, I closed my eyes in despair.But surprisingly, that cold shiver arrow barely grazed my nose bridge and vanished instantly. In sheer panic, I popped my eyes open only to see the sharp arrowhead aimed right between my eyes. It was just an inch away from skewering my skull and taking my life.Out of nowhere, a man's hand gripped the silver arrow shaft, halting it from impaling me. I didn't even notice when he had stepped up to me. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of gold, were locked onto mine, while his silver hair fluttered in the breeze.He exuded an air of confidence and was incredibly good-looking. His tall, muscular build stood like a protective wall, shielding me from the imminent danger. In that moment, it almost felt like I heard a faint call from my inner wolf, thou
His gaze lingered on my chest. My breathing became rapid. His hand pressed against my chest, rising and felling with my breath. He leaned in close to me, hot breath rushing into my ear from his nostrils. "Aren't you going to scream? Girl," his voice was low, "Don't tell me you're still a v.irgin." I trembled all over, unable to speak. The only sound in the quiet garden was his heavy breathing. "Please, don't," my eyes welled up with tears. "Girl, I need you to scream," his voice lowered until only I could hear, "You have to cooperate with me." His hand rubbed against my chest. I held my breath, the heat in my ear making my body feel like it was burning in flames. "What do you want me to do?" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I blinked. "It seems like you need some training," his hand moved to the inside of my thigh. Nervously, I immediately squeezed my legs shut as his large hand rested between them. "Please let me go," I cried, "I can't be seen like this." "Do as I sa
The man's voice was heavy as his scorching body still pressed against my back like flames. I lifted my head from the pillow, my eyes damp with tears, unable to discern his expression clearly. "Quite intriguing," the man slowly leaned down, his tall figure looming over my bare body, bringing a crushing weight upon me. "What... What do you mean?" My hands were bound by his single hand, his features gradually becoming clear in my vision. Those deep golden eyes bore down on me with an oppressive intensity, sending shivers down my spine. "Mike Borin's daughter is lying in my bed," the man wore a strange, almost mocking expression, his lips stiffening into a straight line, his golden eyes narrowing slightly, as if assessing whether to devour his prey. I blinked in confusion, trembling under his captivating gaze, but regardless, I could sense that it was far from benevolent. Though I didn't know why he knew my name or why he suddenly stopped, I was grateful nonetheless. I silently p