CHAPTER SEVEN. Even as an Omega somethings were unconcealable. Just like the finger prints Alexander had given me on my neck, they were reddish in color, standing out from the rest of my flawless skin. I stared at myself at a small mirror in my new room, drawing out the traces of the print on my delicate skin. I knew it was a print that wouldn't go away for quite some time. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned away from the mirror and walked towards the bed. I looked around the room, admiring it. I was impressed. I had moved up to my room, leaving Alexander all alone downstairs. My stuff had already been dropped by the knights, but I was yet to see any maid insight to come arrange them and help prepare the warm water for my bath. My eyes ran over the room once again, taking in the beauty. The room had a mystical feel to it. It was unlike the other part of the house that felt dead. The room felt sophisticated, as it should, it felt similar to my old room back at the palace of Trinigad;
CHAPTER EIGHT. With Aliya next to me, I went downstairs for breakfast. The dining table was full and a bit noisy, and the noise only got louder while I approached. As I walked towards the table, I could count about eight people seated around the table while twelve ladies stood by the window. From the dresses of those by the window, I could tell they were all maids. I didn't even know there were a lot of people in the house. Besides Amelia who was seated next to her brother on the table, I didn't recognize any other faces. "Look who shows her face to the table," a masculine deep voice from across the table said. I took my gaze up to him and I immediately recognized who had spoken. It was Julian-Edelman Kuiper, cousin to Alexander. He was a poet, a master at what he did. I had never seen him before, but I had read most of his manuscript, one of my favorites being his debut poem about ‘Human ego.’ "The newest bride in town. Come have your seat, princess Annalisa." He made me feel a bi
CHAPTER NINE. My measurements were taken by the tailor later in the evening. The lady was in her sixties, but her werewolf genes made her look as though she was in her early thirties. After she left, Aliya helped me prepare a bath, and once I had my bath I was dressed in a yellow chiffon gown, with a bold cutout by the waist. I wore a flowery bracelet on my wrist and I was adorned by a gold necklace with a sunflower pendant. I made my way downstairs while Aliya trailed behind me. Alexander was all dressed up, looking as magnificent as ever, too bad I couldn't say the same about his character. Amelia stood next to Alexander, holding on to his hand with a scowl on her face. I could tell she was unhappy. "So shall we?" Alexander asked as I finally reached where he was. I nodded, saying nothing in response as I watched Amelia hold on to him. It was obvious she didn't want to let go. Alexander crouched in front of his younger sister, a hand resting on her little cheek as he placed a c
Alexander left the room during the wee hours of the morning. His knights also followed. He didn't tell me anything about why he left the room so early, he didn't even say anything to me before leaving. But at least he left the room all to me. Good riddance. The late night trip left me a bit exhausted, but waking up in the kingdom of Cessi had to be the most refreshing feeling ever. I laid lazily on the bed, eyes wide open, as I thought about how I managed to sleep next to Alexander without strangling him to death. It wasn't like I didn't plan on strangling him, I just didn't think it'd be nice for someone with a high status like mine to commit an act of felony, especially one as serious as regicide. Sunlight crept in through the small space between the curtains. I rubbed my bleary eyes and walked to the window, pulling the curtains apart. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in and there was a pearly glow in the sky, one that made the sky look like a giant painting. There was
"If you did, you'd realize I was lying to you about him having DID." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if Chiara was trying to pull my legs with those words of hers. "What do you mean?" I questioned, moving closer to her, but I was prevented from going any further by the lady I assumed to be her maid. "What do you mean by you were lying?" Chiara remained seated, smiling as she swirled with her cup of tea that was obviously cold already. She stood up, holding the cup of tea in her hand. "Move aside, Karina," she said, referring to the lady I assumed to be her maid. There was a brief exchange of glances between Karina and Chiara, and after some time, Karina moved away, leaving Chiara and I to come face to face with one another. We were about the same height, so we were face to face with each other. "Alexander doesn't have DID, Annalisa. If you asked him, you'd know that." "So what? I didn't ask him, so what?" I retorted, feeling a bit aggravated. I didn't know if I should have
Alexander was a complicated person. To me, he wasn't someone that could easily be understood. I thought he hated me and now he wanted me to love him, to say I was dumbfounded would be an absolute understatement. I wasn't just dumbfounded, I was furious. He was the same person that threatened to kill my father, the same person that told me he didn't love me, the same person that told me he only wanted me for my womb. He was the same person that almost choked the life out of me. “I'm trying to make you fall in love with me, Annalisa.” I remembered his words and I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped through my lips. "Is everything okay, lady Annalisa?" Aliya asked, in a tone that gave away her concern. She was behind me, helping me with the corset of my gown. I was fully dressed, prepared for the ball, all that was left was to tighten my corset and wear a necklace. I nodded. "Just keep on doing what you need to do. I am okay." She said nothing afterwards, and once she was done w
(Please read this note before reading this chapter. Thankisses.) *NOTE: A ring of eternity isn't just a possession. It's a ring that binds two people in a marriage. It's a ring that can never be removed, unless one's finger is chopped off. It's a ring that can alternatively be removed when one significant other dies.* Werewolves could only know their mates at the age of twenty, although there was an exception for the extinct group of Lycans. They had the choice to pick whom they wanted as their mates, and in Trinigad the chosen mate of a Lycan was called an erasthai. Omegas were also an exception. Since omegas didn't have inner wolves we couldn't shapeshift, leaving us with no mate bond. Omegas were always allowed to choose their own mate because of that. So when Alexander pointed out that there was a ‘bond’ between me and Calixto, I was surprised. It couldn't be. There just had to be a sort of mishap, but then, deep within me I could feel it. I could feel the bond between Calixto an
I slammed my eyes shut as if that would help me forget the fact that Alexander killed Calixto. At a lull of the moment, Alexander turned me around to face him, but thankfully my eyes were closed. I didn't think I could bear to see the monster in front of me. I felt my lungs seize. My chest tightened and cold beads of sweat ran down my back as I felt his hand crawl all over my skin, then it stopped moving when I felt it on the rope of my corset. I held my breath, preparing for the worst, but inexplicably, nothing happened. The world around us grew still, even the air seemed to cease its movements. Slowly, I dared to open my eyes and found Alexander staring directly at me, his eyes no longer red but their usual hazel color. They sparkled like yellow diamonds against the backdrop of the night sky, a sight that would have mesmerized me if not for the blood of Calixto adorning his face. "You were crying, Annalisa," he remarked, his voice full of concern. "And you're still crying," he add