I am not led through the castle, but around the back of the huge granite castle; we follow a paved path that is lined with hedges before it opens on to a cobble driveway further ahead. In the distance, I can see guards standing along the walls, lining some stables.
The sound of sobbing and wailing comes from within, which makes my stomach flutter, wondering what they are doing to the women that are held hostage here. Yet upon entering the stables, I find the women standing naked.
A woman with a stern face wearing a black tunic and white apron is scrubbing their flesh and turning it pink, I am shoved forward toward another woman. This woman is younger, her hands surprisingly gentle as she grabs my arms, steadying me.
Her gaze is soft as I peer back at the woman's moss-green eyes. Her hair is a dark auburn, her features soft and angelic, and she appears to be a little older than me.
“How do you expect to put on a show for the King's, smelling like you rolled with pigs!” The mean lady scolds the woman as she scrubs at her with a pumice stone, I glance at her wondering if I should offer to swap places with her as the woman being scrubbed cringes and hisses. The few other girls are lined up behind her naked, having clearly survived the woman whose face reminded me of rat vicious scrubbing.
They are shaking in fear as they try to cover up their nudity with their hands from the leering gazes of the few vamps that stood off talking to one side, sending disgusting glances their way. They weren’t even trying to be subtle about it.
One man is even openly looking at the younger girl, who might be only a year or two older than me. His blood-red eyes watching her as a predator would watch its prey. His tongue flicking over the sharp fangs protruding from his pale lips.
Shaking my head, I turn to face the woman who is tugging at my clothes and becoming frustrated when she can’t remove the ties. “What’s this made of?” she mumbles to herself.
However, one thing that becomes clear is that the woman pulling on my clothes is also human, whereas the stern-faced woman appeared to be something else. I can tell she is a shifter of sorts because her snake-like eyes zeroed in on the woman's skin, scrubbing harder at some mark that mars her flesh.
of the times when there were some still in existence. How it was that they had become extinct. Lycan men are brutal, possessive beasts, and as the Lycan female numbers dropped, were forced to share. All because of a spell a witch had bestowed on the Lycans when her sister was killed.
sister was half Lycan, a werewolf, until her mate turned her into a full Lycan. She was mated to a King, or so granny said. And consumed
be snuffed out when the last female Lycan died, and that they would lose their ability to create new Lycans. And they did, but not only
for they didn't deserve the blessing of the moon goddess, only the death of the grim
wanted to prove that they could father a girl, prove that her curse to be a sham and an empty threat. It wasn’t until they realized they couldn't father a girl, that they truly understood
have since been born. Greed for them became
mating human women, and or crossbreed new species, but still they can not father a girl. And once the Kings and the four Kingdoms fall, no more Lycans
when a loud feminine shriek rings out. My head turns to see the vile Vamp trying to pull the girl away from the other women.
the stern woman snaps
growls and whines in the same breath, like a toddler chucking a tantrum. “Mm, she smells. He buried his face in her neck while she stood frozen with her eyes wide like saucers. “Virginal,” he purrs.
not realizing I spoke out loud.
to untie my top grips my arms
death is not something I have ever feared, so this man would not be the one to instill
strong hurting the weak.” I spit at him, shocked at the venom in