Chapter 16
Kyrell’s POV
“No!” I thrashed unconsciously as I convulsed repeatedly on the huge master’s bed. Just when I felt the nightmare closing in on me, I jerked awake, breathing heavily as the beads of sweat fell off my naked body in heavy droplets.
Sucking in a deep breath to calm my nerves and raging wolves, I rubbed my eyes briefly as I let the covers fall through to the lower part of my abdomen.
It was safe to say that I have survived last night just like I did with every other nights that came before this one.
My eyes fully opened as I began to familiarize myself with my surrounding. It took me some minutes to realize that I was in the chambers of my own palace—The Zivando tower that screamed of nothing but wealth and uniqueness that accentuated the entire pack house.
The sound of birds chirping was a clear indication that it was already morning. I took in a deep breath when I felt the warm ray of sun seep through the curtain to illuminate my room.
I closed my eyes for a brief second when I felt the headache coming in. It has always been like this whenever I wake up from that tragic nightmare.
A nightmare that is big enough to rob me off my sleep and keep me awake most of the night. I want to forget but sadly I can’t no matter how hard I tried to. It’s almost like my brain is on standby, waiting to replay the tape of the incident the minute my eyes were closed.
I haven’t slept well for a long time. It felt like a ticking time bomb is implanted in my head that might go off anytime soon. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the covers off my body and stood up from the bed.
In that moment, my eyes darted to the figure lying asleep on the floor next to my bed. It was Anya, my special sex slave.
I had told her countless times to leave whenever he’s done with her services but she always chooses to defy my orders every time. I should get upset and lash out but then again, I don’t like getting upset because whenever he do, it only worsens the situation and put the animals inside me on edge.
And whenever they are on edge, I lose control of myself and it always results in unrepairable damage.
Ignoring her sleeping frame, I stepped into the bathhouse and soaked myself under the flowing water to wash myself clean. I let the water cascade down my body as flashes of what I had dreamt about danced through my mind.
It has been fifteen years but still, I can’t bring myself to let go. Each time I close my eyes, I still see that dark tunnel, that cage where I was locked in. I see the guard’s dark piercing, cold eyes and his menacing smile staring down at me.
I see the whip used to torture me and I could still hear the voices of people laughing at me from a distance. The rotten stench of that place and how disgusting it looked was forever imprinted in my mind. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
As soon as I am finished, I put on one of my regal black robes that has already been picked out for me before letting my dark flowing hair fall loose on my shoulders.
Usually, the maids are supposed to attend to me but I don’t trust anyone to let them close to the point of touching me except when necessary.
Taking steady strides, I walked up to the desk at the corner of my room and sat down to work on some scrolls that Declan and I had brought home from the crucial Alpha meetings we’ve had in the past.
I am about to flip through the other page when I heard soft groans coming from across his desk where he sat. She’s awake.
“I have told you countless times to not sleep in my chambers, Anya.” I spoke up in a monotone. “I do not know why you choose to defy my orders all the time.” I pressed, not sparing her a single glance.
I heard her gulped fearfully. She may be used to me but no one can deny the fact that they were actually scared of me and would be dead meat if they spoke out of turn or didn’t thread carefully.
“I am deeply sorry, My Lord.” she responds with a slight bow.
“In as much as you are my special slave and mistress, you know quite well that I do not like it when I am uncannily close to a woman. I despise it with my entire being. The wolf and cougar are used to you because we draw sexual pleasures from your body and that is why I keep you around me.” I snapped my head at her.
“Do not make me change my mind, Anya.” I added in a serious tone.
“I know, My Lord. Forgive my mistake.” She whispered in a low voice.
I let out a deep breath before looking at her again, “You say this now but I am almost certain that you would repeat your actions again. Do not test me Anya p>
“I can never do that, My Lord. Please show mercy one more time and forgive my mistake p>
I breathed out slowly. “Very well. You may go and do not forget to take your herbs from Moira as soon as you walk out of that door p>
“Yes, My Lord.” she answered before scampering out of my chambers.
Anya’s POV
As soon as I left Kyrell’s chambers, I headed straight back to mine. And why on earth does he think that I would meet Moira for herbs when I have been looking forward to carrying a child for him for these years?
Ever since he rescued me when I was left and abandoned by my pack to die, I have only lived to serve him with three sole purposes; and that is to make him fall in love with me, become his Luna and carry his child. I cannot take any herbs. I forbid it.
If I don’t bear a child for him then no one will. Kyrell is mine and mine alone.
I love this man like there was no tomorrow. If I wasn’t exaggerating, then I would say that he was my tomorrow. I only live and breathe for him.
And whether or not he wants to admit it or not, I also know that he has a soft spot for me.
He may be married but he and wife rarely meet eye to eye. He doesn’t even consider her his wife. No one is aware of their marriage and their relationship is hidden away from the rest of the world. They were practically strangers.
I do all the work that a married couple should do and even though I’m angry that it’s not me in her place, I can’t complain because I love it.
Besides, the foolish woman is on the verge of death anyway.
Maybe the moon goddess is giving me a sign that Kyrell was meant for me. If not, then why hasn’t he found his mate yet and why doesn’t he want to be involved with another but me?