“Please,” I pull on the leather straps around my wrists. “Let me go. Please, Luther, I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”
I’m growing weaker by the second. The blood draining from my body is making me dizzy.
“I’m sorry that the Moon Goddess paired us, but it’s not my fault. You can reject me; I won’t contest it,”
Even though the heat will hit me soon, and I’ll probably end up tearing my own heart out. Either that or I’ll end up in the forest sleeping with any wolf that comes my way. The rejection will also kill me, but I’d rather die from that than what’s happening to me right now.
“Please, Luther,”
“Luther,” He laughs maniacally while rolling his neck and letting it crack. He rounds his broad shoulders, the laughter dying on his lips, and he looks me dead in the eye. “Luther isn’t here, little wolf.”
I swallow hard because that’s not Luther’s voice. If Luther isn’t here, that means I’m looking at Lorcan, Luther’s brother.
I was never meant to know about Lorcan, but I’ve heard things spoken around the mansion. I wouldn’t say that I’m nosey, but I am the type of girl who can’t pull her ears away from private conversations when they catch her attention.
Okay, I’m nosey.
From what I’ve heard, Lorcan shouldn’t exist. The Queen was pregnant with four babies, unheard of for a shifter. However, Anja isn’t the everyday wolf; she is so much more. Anja is half-vampire and has many abilities that others do not. She’s a powerful hybrid and the only one in existence to become pregnant with four cubs.
However, Anja didn’t give birth to four cubs because she miscarried one – Lorcan. That must have been beyond devastating for the King and Queen. I never want to experience anything like that. Not that I’ll ever get the chance, I’m either going to die here or when Luther rejects me.
When Luther was born, he showed signs of having two personalities. Crazy to think that about a baby, but there it is.
When Luther was a small child, Lorcan started speaking through Luther, making his presence known.
Luther was taken to an oracle who performed a ritual to help the Dalgaard’s understand why this had happened to their son. The oracle informed the King and Queen that a spell had been cast upon the Queen, stealing one of her son’s physical bodies, and placing his subconscious inside the eldest son, Luther.
The spell was meant to torture the Dalgaard’s, of which happened. I can’t imagine the agony the Dalgaard’s were in knowing this.
I heard Anja’s father mention how the witch was dead, but maybe they should have kept her alive long enough to force a counterspell out of the woman. For years, the Dalgaard’s have tried to find a way to separate Luther and Lorcan, each time coming up empty-handed.
As Luther grew, Lorcan became stronger. He often takes over Luther’s mind and body, causing chaos wherever he goes.
The King swore that he’d teach Luther how to control Lorcan. Of course, that didn’t happen, and no one has been able to control Lorcan. He wants to take over Luther’s body and mind entirely and will stop at nothing to make that happen.
I’ve watched from the shadows as Luther tries to fight Lorcan. I’ve also seen how his family rush him away whenever Lorcan tries to take over. They don’t wish for anyone to find out their closely guarded secret.
Though there have been whispers amongst the staff that Luther is crazy, heads would roll should the King or Queen hear such gossip.
I’ve even seen Lorcan do just that, take over Luther’s body and run from the mansion. It would stun me because on more than one occasion, Lorcan’s eyes have locked with mine, and he’d shoot me a smirk before making his escape.
I always wondered what that smirk was for, but I never dwelled upon it. Luther would return days later, covered in blood, weak and needing his brother to help him.
I’m not privy to private Dalgaard business, but it’s hard not to notice these things when you’re a servant and have lived your entire life in the same place. Plus, I can be quite the spy when I want to be, which is most of the time. I used to like to imagine myself as one of them, living the life of a princess.
What young girl doesn’t want to be a princess?
When I realised that Luther was my mate, for a split second, I had the stupid idea that he’d claim me, and then I’d be able to help him. I thought that I could convince Lorcan to let Luther go – somehow, at least.
The silly thoughts of a seventeen-year-old girl who knows nothing and no one.
Lorcan leans down and slides his finger down my cheek. “I’m going to enjoy destroying Luther’s little mate.”
I swallow hard because I’m scared to death right now.
“What have I ever done to you?”
“You chose him,” I can feel his breath on my face, and I can feel my body shaking with the effort to stay conscious.
“I didn’t get a choice, Lorcan. The Moon Goddess chose for us,”
He smirks at me. “I don’t give a shit! I won’t let you live if it means you’re with Luther.”
I guess Luther didn’t let Lorcan in on the secret that he doesn’t want me.
“I don’t want you anywhere near the body that is almost mine. You’re the only one who could push me back for good, and I can’t have that. So,” He stands his full height. “You have to die.”
I have to die because I’m Luther’s mate, and Lorcan wants Luther’s body for his own. Lorcan must believe that Luther would take me for his mate, meaning Lorcan wouldn’t have as much control over Luther. Thus meaning, Lorcan would be pushed back to the far reaches of Luther’s mind.
This wouldn’t be a bad thing, but without his mate, Luther will lose himself. If Luther loses himself, Lorcan will take over, and nothing will ever be the same again.
“You may kill me, but Luther will find a way to stop you.” I’m not as brave as I’m trying to sound, but I won’t let this arsehole kill me, thinking that I’m a coward.
“You’re very brave to speak to me like this, the man who holds your life in his hands. Very brave or very stupid.”
I scream when Lorcan slams his hands down on the armrests of the chair. “Please,” I sob because I can’t stop myself. I don’t have Alpha or Beta blood running through my veins, so I don’t have the ability to fight back.
“Go to sleep,” He mocks, and for some reason, my eyes begin to close on me, and I can’t fight it.
I don’t know how long I passed out for, but it’s dark out when I open my eyes. My vision is fuzzy, and I can barely make out Lorcan from halfway across the room. I don’t know if what I’m seeing is real, but I think he’s drinking my blood.
My blood?
Do I even have much left in my body?
I can’t even feel my body anymore, and I don’t think I’m long left for this world. I never imagined I would die like this. I still can’t contact my wolf, and I’m scared that she’s already left me.
“Mhm,” I hear his voice, but it sounds so far away, like an echo to my ears. “You are a tasty little thing.”
My eyes roll, and I can no longer feel anything at all but the ringing in my ears.
“I have to say, Luther, your little mate is sweet to taste.”‘Leave her alone!’I laugh as Luther yells inside my head. His head, I suppose, but not for long. I want this body for my own. Luther and I may share a subconscious, but I am my own person.Mummy dearest promised that I’d get a body of my own.The damn Moon Goddess pledged to me that it would happen one day soon but soon is not soon enough. I can feel my power growing, and I want out.Is it so wrong after twenty-five years to want a body of my own?The witch who did this to Luther and me is dead, so, therefore, could never remove the spell she cast on our mother.
A rush of air fills my lungs, and I gasp, sucking it in; while turning on my side.Hands hold me down, and I don’t need to ask why; I can feel the motherfucker laughing inside my head.If I’m being restrained, it means that Lorcan took complete control over me, meaning the prick did something terrible.It will all come back to me in time; it always does. But each time I wake up after the fact, my memory is fuzzy for a while.I groan while rolling onto my back.My family surrounds me, including my grandfather and two of his son’s, Charles, my aunt Tracey’s father, and James, the youngest of Mum’s brothers. If they’re here, then I dread to think what happened this time.“How bad?” I ask while sitting up in the hospital bed.
“Jenna, you get back here right now!”I sigh while rolling my eyes.Not a moments peace have I had since I got out of the hospital. Anna is making sure I make up for the time I lost working as her slave.It doesn’t bother Anna that I was in the hospital for two days recovering from almost being drained of blood. The woman has no compassion at all, it seems.She doesn’t know the truth of what happened to me, the Dalgaard’s covered it up, but I expected nothing more.Anna was told that I’d fallen and banged my head, knocking myself out, which meant I needed time in the pack hospital to recover. Not that she gave one tiny shit, she didn’t visit me once, but I didn’t expect her to.Since being released a few days ago, I’
With Shadow motivating me, I manage to get to the laundry room and fill the washing machines. Once that’s done, I make my way back to the kitchen. I then spend the next three hours flitting between preparing dinner and washing clothes.By the time dinner service comes around, I expect Anna to let me go for the night. I’m not that lucky, though, because now Anna is forcing me to serve said dinner to the Royals.I look a complete mess in my Edwardian style maid’s outfit. Why Anna forces me to wear this outfit, I’ll never know. No one else on the payroll dresses this way, but I guess Anna enjoys embarrassing me.I’m hot and sweaty, and my hair is falling in places. Anna orders me to fix myself before heading towards the dining room.I haven’t seen Luther since Lorcan kidnapped me, and I’m not l
“I just wanted to check on you. How have you been?”“I’ve been okay.” I shrug my shoulders because I don’t know what else to say. It’s not like I can tell Sara the truth of what’s been happening since I got back.I swallow hard again when Sara takes the washing basket from my hands.I nervously watch as she places it on the counter before turning to me with a smile. I smile back and gasp when she pulls me into her arms.No one other than Sara has ever hugged me before. It seems to come naturally to Sara, and I feel emotional while wrapping my arms around her back.Though the Queen spoke with me about what happened, and she apologised, she never touched me. I didn’t expect her to offer that kind of comfort, no one ever has. But with Sara, it’s
“How the hell can you drink so much and not be drunk?!”“Because I’m not a fucking lightweight.”I roll my eyes at Christian, my best friend and would-be Beta, when my father finally hands me my own pack.Christian sways in his seat with a smirk on his face. The man never could keep up with me when it came to alcohol. He sometimes forgets that I’m a Romerian Alpha and also a Royal. Alcohol doesn’t affect us the way it does other wolves.What makes me laugh about Christian is the fact in order to get drunk, he needs to swallow a barrel full of the stuff. Alcohol doesn’t affect us wolves as it does a mere human being. Meaning, this idiot has drunk half a brewery.When Chrisitan asked me to meet him at the pub in town, I thought it would do me good to get o
I push my fingers into the dirt on either side of me from where I sit on my knees. My eyes are closed, and I breathe in deeply through my nose, letting the winter air cool my lungs.This is beyond wrong, and I know there will be consequences should I follow throw with my plan. However, I don’t care about anything other than making Lillian happy. If it costs me my life, then so be it; it’s not like I have much of one anyway.With Luther ignoring me, even after the few words we exchanged last night, I’m weakening faster than I imagined possible. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to do anything for myself. The bond is bending, and I’m scared that it will break and kill me.I would rather die bringing joy to someone who deserves it than die because of my mate’s unspoken rejection.
We reach the mansion in what seems to be no time at all. I’m sure both Luther and Leander used their vampiric speed, but I can’t say as I noticed either way.I want to tell Leander that Harry should shower before meeting with his parents, but it seems like a silly request.Lilly and Bastian aren’t going to care that their son doesn’t smell like roses. All they’ll care about is holding the child they’ve shed so many tears over.My stomach churns when we come to a stop outside the King’s office. I look up at Luther; his eyes have blackened over, which tells me he’s mind-linking his family.“They’re already here,” He tells Leander. “Lilly and Bastian are telling Mum and Dad how their baby check-up went.”“Good. You go in