NARRATOR"Miss, you shouldn't be here, what…?""Leave and let me be alone with the prisoner," Alexia said arrogantly."But the general…""I said get out, that's an order! It's obvious you haven't gotten anything out of him. I'll try my luck," she interrupted, exasperated.Though he wasn't entirely convinced, the foreman left, throwing the poker into the embers and shooting a murderous glare at Álvaro.He opened the tent curtain and stepped outside.He hated taking orders from that little woman, but there was no choice; a pussy and a pair of tits pulled harder than a cart, and she had the general Arthur completely under her spell."Darling, what a surprise to have you visit," Álvaro tried to give her a crooked smile."Cut the nonsense, Álvaro, you're finished. Don't think Arthur is that merciful, but if you talk, there's a chance. Help me, and I'll speak on your behalf. Join this side…""So that's why you left me for that asshole," he let out a rough laugh.The burning in his throat wa
NARRATORKatherine anxiously watched the landscape rush past.She hadn’t slept after Elliot left. Instead, she spent that time replaying their last encounter in her mind.The Duke had seen right through her. She should have expected it—she would starve if she had to rely on acting to survive.She was too temperamental and let her emotions take over too easily.Her greatest advantage was that people barely paid attention to Rossella. She was always secluded in the castle, and the Duke never introduced her to high society.Yet Elliot had unmasked her. Then again, he was just as strange as she was."A werewolf…" she murmured, bringing a hand to her mouth, frowning.The evidence was there—those wild growls, the way his pupils shifted so many times, the vague memories of when she was stabbed, including the taste of his powerful blood.Was that why she healed so quickly?And then there was his beastly, sexy way of making love to her—and that thing that got stuck inside her after he came. Wh
NARRATORTomas started barking in his mind; Aldo couldn't deny it.They had been discovered."Get ready to follow me out and fight. We can't let them trap us in here, or we're finished."He instructed, beginning to crawl toward the exit. He suspected the intentions of their assailants."Bring the firewood, hurry, pour the accelerant!" The man could already taste his victory.In the daylight and with the help of the dogs and footprints, they had discovered that behind that natural barrier was a narrow entrance.The only concern was whether it had another exit, but no one was willing to check. The best option was to set it ablaze and see if the rats would come running out."Stack it properly." The men moved, carrying bundles of dry grass and twigs from the forest.The lieutenant advanced on his horse, all heroic, torch in hand, fire roaring in his heart.If he managed to eradicate these supernatural beings, he could even claim the reward offered by the palace.The Regent would promote h
NARRATORNicolais' leg fractured instantly, his bones splintering as a powerful log cut off his escape.It had appeared out of nowhere, wielded by the rough hands of a man hidden behind a tree.He crashed to the ground, rolling violently before twisting around to face them."Please!" he sobbed, crawling over the damp earth, pain vibrating in every word. "I won’t say anything, let me go! I have a family, I have children and a wife!"Through his blurred vision, he saw the two naked men emerge.They had been waiting for him; he never really had a chance to escape."I'm sorry, but I have a family too," Aldo responded before pouncing on the soldier, slashing his throat with razor-sharp claws.His death cry was swallowed by the vastness of the forest."Aldo, Elliot is coming," Tomas warned, turning to watch as the dark-haired warrior emerged swiftly from the deep underbrush."Are you both alright?" Elliot let out a relieved sigh upon finding them safe.He barely spared a glance at the soldi
KATHERINE"…She’s innocent! You have to believe me, I need to see the Duke, I beg you! The ducal carriage! Your Eminence, please, listen to me!""Stop, you crazy woman! Don’t you dare approach Her Ladyship!"The commotion reached my ears—the desperate cries and shouts of a woman.I opened the door and leaned out.There she was, just a few meters away—a young woman, restrained by two guards, pinned to the dusty ground with her hands bound."Stop this!" I shouted, grabbing my dress and nearly leaping down the carriage steps.I stormed forward, furious. No matter the circumstances, no woman should be treated like this."Your Ladyship, she is the daughter of the traitorous butler!" one of the guards holding her informed me."My father is innocent, Your Grace, I beg you! Just a few minutes of your time could save an innocent man!" she struggled, breaking free from the guards’ grip.On her knees, she clung to the hem of my dress. The desperation in her eyes tore at my heart."Only the Duke
NARRATOR"Francis!" the housekeeper exclaimed, cutting off her conversation with the gardener mid-sentence.The young man dismounted in a single leap, his face drawn and his hair disheveled from the wind."Come with me," he said, almost in a whisper, gripping her arm and dragging her inside the castle.Once inside her first-floor chamber, she slammed the door shut and locked it."Speak, Francis. What happened?"Her son began pacing in circles, running his hand through his hair over and over, his nerves on edge."The Duke knows he’s being robbed at the southern borders. He discovered the smuggling of goods and… and… I think he also knows about the plagues. I don’t know how much detail he has, but he found something.""How did he find out? Be more specific!" she snapped, grabbing his shoulders to stop his frantic pacing."I don’t know for sure, damn it!" Francis shoved her hands away. "It all happened so fast.""Keep your voice down!" she hissed, stepping closer. "Francis, focus. Detail
NARRATORFrom the moment Freya stepped into the housekeeper’s room, she felt a pang of regret—but it was too late now."Sit down, please, sit here," Mrs. Prescott invited her politely, gesturing toward the armchair by the fireplace—conveniently with its back to the bathroom."Tell me, how can I help you?" she asked, standing in front of the old woman, pressing her hands together to hide their trembling."Well, you submitted the account ledger, and the Duchess instructed me to review it…""You? But you’re a nanny—what would you know about accounting? I mean…" The housekeeper caught herself, realizing her rudeness.Now that she saw the massive book in the old woman’s hands, she remembered another important detail—one that also incriminated her."Yes, I’m a nanny, but I was also the administrator of a household for decades. Not as grand as this castle, but there are some very obvious basics," Freya’s tone hardened.This was precisely why she should have waited for Katherine—but she was i
NARRATORIN DUKE THESIO’S CAMP…"Have you gotten anything out of that spy?" Thesio asked the messenger who returned on horseback.He was stationed in an improvised camp, a bit far from the main camp controlled by his general."No, sir, not even under torture has he said anything useful," the man reported. Thesio frowned, sitting on the fallen trunk of a tree.He would have liked to intimidate that man himself, but it wasn’t in his best interest to be in such a compromising place.He knew Elliot; that man would latch onto anything to incriminate him, and now, with that secure box in his possession, Thesio feared the worst.In an extreme case, he could find himself a scapegoat, claim that Arthur was the mastermind, that he had acted behind his back. That’s why it wasn’t wise to show his face."Go back and tell Arthur to eliminate him, dismantle all the evidence, and pack up the camp without leaving anything behind," he decided instantly.Enough of this game of cat and mouse. It was clea