Ophelia walked into her old chambers and saw the servants set to work. It was literally empty with dust and cobwebs gracing every bit of it. The one place of comfort and solitude looked like where a madman spent many nights. The air emitting in the ambiance was awful like that of several decaying rats. Before, there was a giant bed in the middle with royal pillows and a duvet. Her most prized possessions, a fireplace, and a small library with a stack of books because she hated going to the library room to read since she preferred the comfort of her room. Her balcony was empty, with no chairs and table, nor the telescope her younger sister gifted her. Cestus Dupree ruined the place after kicking her out. So this is it? She inwardly muttered to herself after heaving deeply. Her legs did a little bit of fright-dance because she was to resume her duties to her husband from now on. The thought of him visiting her at night was enough to transport chills down her spine. Because she had a
Continuation..."You cleaned up nicely, my lord." She broke the silence, trying to be bold because she didn't want him to know how unsettled he was."Yes. You didn't join me and the others for lunch. May I know why?" There was this quiet mysteriousness surrounding Finlay. He wasn't like this before. Possibly the tortures he suffered changed a tad of him."I wasn't hungry, my lord." She answered, avoiding his gaze. And instantly regretted it because her stomach gave off a loud rumbling sound.Finlay scoffed, curled his hand into a fist, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it as he observed her for a second. Her cheeks were completely flushed from embarrassment."Are you avoiding me, Ophelia?""What? No." She feigned being surprised but her left eye twitched."You've always been one bad liar," he chuckled. "Your left eye always twitches when you lie."Ophelia looked away from his gaze and then tucked a few strands of red curls behind her ear, "why are you here, my lord?""What would it
To Ophelia's utter dismay, the castle was booming with guests who wanted to welcome Finlay for his survival and arrival. The man had numerous friends. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Plus the ones who openly talked about large-breasted women they've bedded at the pleasure house, and the ones who made fun of her being sterile in front of Finlay. And they would all laugh, leaving her with a lost appetite and a pain-pierced heart. Of course, Finlay's laughter was always the loudest. Because of such in the past, she deliberately avoided them, claiming she wasn't feeling too well. On the contrary, Finlay had been ignoring her since the previous evening when she mentioned his mistress, Elodie. Or maybe he didn't want to see the sight of her because there was nothing useful about her. She didn't believe any of the words he told her last night.Not to talk of how disturbing it was to settle and be Luna once more;One. The impending endless meetings she would host with Crimson Paw women.Two
"As you can see, I am fine, my lord. You needn't worry about me. It's just a wine stain which can be washed off, and the chicken feet smack rendered me pain only for a brief second," Ophelia was trying all means to send Finlay away. The man had his height lowered to her chair level as he was observing her face like she was an egg with a crack. He had taken her to her room right after the incident took place. It was foreign. The old Finlay would never do such a thing."Please go back and entertain your guest, my lord," she pressed on, hating herself for loving the smell of his musk which was somewhat intoxicating. She wondered why everything about him affected her."No," Finlay disapproved, his brows furrowed in worry and Ophelia wondered if she had changed because she never considered his attractiveness before. There was even a subtle charm aligned with it, and it caused the resonation of indescribable emotions in her heart. "You were very much humiliated by Morrison and then your dr
Finlay needed to find that photo album that contained black and white photos from the present to the Sixth Dupree's generation. His hands needed to get to it before anyone could.Since his arrival, he spent a long time in search of it, claiming he wanted to use the bathroom or something else. Cestus, his half-brother, might have seen it and probably burned it. The medium-sized photo album contained vital information that no one needed to see."My lord," "Alpha Finlay,"The cooks appeared flabbergasted when he made his way into the large kitchen that was busy because they were at work.Finlay replied to them with a firm head nod while they remained stiff like statuses at the temple because he looked too intimidating, like a lion calculating the pace of his prey before striking. Except he was a wolf like everyone else, only different and powerful. That was beside the point, Finlay never visited the kitchen. It was Ophelia's duty."Do you need anything, my lord?""The food wasn't as nice
He was yet to see the album, after asking every servant in his castle. They had searched everywhere they could but it was to no avail. The photo album was nowhere to be found. Finlay could feel it within his gut that it was somewhere. He had never been so restless.That evening the fairy sisters knocked on his door, asking if they could give him a bath but he politely declined and told them not to show up anymore. The fairy sisters were two beautiful women who once bathed him twice a week and he would fuck them one by one. Ophelia knew of this but never spoke about it. Lord knows if she had sent them herself to satisfy his urges because he told her the previous day that it had been so long since he touched a woman.He would rather remain celibate and fantasize about bedding her than having to f*ck women he didn't love. God forbid he touched any woman who wasn't her. She was the reason he came.How could he tell her he wanted no one else but her? The woman never believed any word that
"Irene, hurry. We don't have much time to waste!" Ophelia called out to her maid."I'm coming, my Luna!" Irene yelled back and the loud crashing of things didn't stop either. How the maid had gone into the library room and sent bookshelves falling wasn't something Ophelia could understand. Such had never happened before and even so she peeped in through the small opening of the door, Irene wasn't in the exact spot where the bookshelves were crashing, she couldn't be seen and somehow, Ophelia wondered if this was a deliberate act because they were to head to the pack house orphanage.Ophelia grunted, looked away from the room, and began tapping her foot on the floor impatiently. Her response was a huff when servants passed by and greeted her. She was upset and she hoped the reason for this sudden madness wasn't connected to the man she was so doing her best to ignore, Finlay.The carriages already had some baked goodies and fruits in them for the kids. They were running late and time w
Finlay had taken some time to groom himself to perfection. Wearing his best outfit, and gelling his hair backward and into a tight ponytail. He even darkened the circles around his eyes, hoping it would entice Ophelia.Tonight was for them, with no numerous guests or servants because during the day, there was never a time they could be alone without any intruder. Aside from that, Ophelia was avoiding him. Ever since he kissed her in between the tangled mess of duvet and took the black album, three nights ago. He specially requested that Easton's top stylist bring in a new wardrobe for his wife because he didn't want her wearing rags anymore, although nothing could ruin her beauty. Finlay was certain she would look better even in a garbage sack.He wanted her. Everything inside and about her. Couldn't even look at any woman since his return. How he had longed to have her in his arms, to make her know what it felt like to be yearned for. He wanted to pleasure her in a way she would thi