"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

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

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

Exactly three days later the field was booming with thousands of people from the packs along the seven tribes. They had all gathered to witness the Crimson Paw pack run because Finlay needed a Beta and so it was a contest. The Beta would be determined by the winner.All the abled men were partaking even a few from other neighboring packs. It would be an honor to win the pack run and serve as Finlay's beta, to be devoted to him. The man had grown even more popular since his return, words of him were on everyone's lips.The pack run was usually held so people could be awarded finely. If the Alpha wasn't married and wanted a wife, it would be strictly for maidens. Or if he had children who were of age, both genders would partake in the pack run, to give luck a chance if they could win and request to have the Alpha's daughter/son in marriage. Ophelia was seated beside Finlay on her own power seat, dressed to perfection like a true Luna. Finlay hadn't come after her anymore ever since sh

Down Easton was the slums of Easton, populated with beggars, ragged people with no home nor families, rogues that were banished from other packs, thieves, black witches, prostitutes, and even a lot more. The air was polluted and there wasn't any good water. People were struggling to feed, eating from stale bread, rotten meat, and whatever things they could find edible.Ophelia pushed her way past some men selling items that were obviously stolen. As Luna of the Crimson Paw's pack, it was forbidden to step foot in such an area, because it was situated with outcasts. These people might try to hurt her because Up Easton residents were hated for living the perfect life; wearing clean outfits, eating good food, throwing parties, and having thousands of pounds in banks. And so she deliberately blackened her face with charcoal, before wearing a ragged, hooded cloak she had managed to secure before the servants burnt down the remains of her worn-out and faded garments. She couldn't even appea