NEILLA'S POVThen why did it sting much harder than it should, I mused, standing rooted to a spot. For a brief moment, I was stunned into immobility, holding onto Ethel like he was the anchor that could keep me staying afloat in the billowing seas of turmoil I was tossed into.The voices seemed to gain an increasing tempo, accompanied by the sound of shoes crunching the little pebbles on the soil until all sounds ceased altogether. Automatically, I swivelled my head to gaze at the owners of the voices, the bearers of the news that had stopped my brain from carrying out simple tasks like telling my feet to move.I watched all the colors drained from their faces as they stared back at me. They surely wasn't expecting me to be the one they'd bump into after their little rendezvous to make me their topic of discussion.And of course, it'd be Nancy heading the meeting. Her eyes were cast on her shoes in shame? No, Nancy didn't do shame. She gossiped with no remorse to anyone who cared to l

Smut alert***...RYLAN'S POVThe partially unsolicited help by the linen-ladies, I realized a little too late, entailed wandering hands in forbidden zones. I felt entirely uncomfortable and was royally fucking pissed. Luckily for me, the short walk stopped. Thanks to the goddess, we finally arrived another long hallway, where doors flanked by the sides of us, left and right. I watched as one by one, each of my men were allocated rooms alongside the ladies. Soon, only a few ladies were left with Zadik and I. I wasn't in the slightest ready for any intimacy with some female I didn't know.A lot of thoughts plagued my mind. Thoughts I couldn't seem to piece together and make something rational out of."You're going to be fine, right?" I asked Zadik out of habit. It was unnerving anytime I had to separate from him even if it was a few minutes. Yet, I felt like he needed this rest.Women like this were his delicacy and they could help him ease his worries."Who says I wouldn't?" He gav

RYLAN'S POVThe overzealous werewolf whose name I found out was Lonnie, ushered us into an actual throne room judging by the intricacy of the designs I was seeing. A large portrait hung directly behind the chair at the center head of the table. Their Alpha sure was a wolf with eyes for materialistic conveniences.I wasn't. However, that wasn't my purpose here. Right after I and Zadik placed ourselves at the table, the door opened and some guards marched out in a neat file, stopped and paved a way in the middle for a stubby male to walk through. He was indeed a stark contrast to the valiant man who was poised in the portrait.For a name such as his, he did not match the requirements but as they say 'do not judge a book by its cover'. I was here to learn and not make assertions based on how he looked. "Alpha Zenox?" Vlad asked as he approached the table with his beady grey eyes never leaving my face. "That would be my late father." A brief look of sadness crossed his eyes as I cleare

RYLAN'S POV"That was a hearty meal, Alpha Vlad, thank you for your hospitality." I voiced my appreciation, wiping my lips with an embroidered napkin folded neatly next to me. Vlad grinned, nodding as he slurped the last of his noodles soup from his golden bowl. Spending a few hours in the werewolf's presence had me recognize that he wasn't a simple deal. Everything about him exuded elegance, power and everything else in between. Engaging as he was, the fear he had instilled into his subjects reflected in their eyes as they worked briskly around us, putting things in order. Except for the disgusting fact that the sleazy male used every chance to grope the buttocks of each maid that got close to him, I was impressed with how he handled the kingdom."He's been Alpha for centuries. You're a budding Alpha. That's the difference between you both." My monster drawled unimpressed. He obviously did not admire the Alpha.Zadik on the other hand barely touched his meal throughout. At the mome

NEILLA'S POV"Mother!" I screamed, frantically trying to shake her awake. She couldn't leave when I needed her the most. Not when I had no one else to lean on for support, not when everything I thought I had was slipping out of my fingers. Fate was playing a cruel game, dealing a crippling blow right in the spot where it would sting the most.The door burst open and Mirald stumbled in, skidding to a stop when her eyes fell upon Mana Sylveon lying on the bed with her eyelids open as well as the frozen smile on her lips. While I returned to trying to revive her, Mirald offered no help."Don't just stand there, Mirald. Get help. Call Matteo if you have to. I'm losing her. Please..." I cried out in a hysteric voice, fingers trembling and my heart working overtime to keep up with the various emotions coursing through me.Her shuddering sigh filled the room. "I'm sorry, Neilla. There's nothing that can be done now. Mana Sylveon already mentioned that she was going to pass away sooner than