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Snow’s P.O.V
The castle was unlike anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just the sheer size of it–it was the way it loomed into the sky, making it seem endless. Towers spiral high, their pointed spires cutting into the sky while massive arched windows added to the regal feeling
My pack had been simple, built from timber and stone with dirt roads winding through the countryside. Here the cobbled paths glistened as if polished daily, leading to grand staircases that swept through the loooming doors carved with the sigial of the Lycan Royalty. Statues of great wolves lined the entrance and Roman steode beside me, gripping my wrist tightly.
His warmth burned through my skin, grounding me as my legs trembled beneath me. I didn’t belong here. The sheer wealth and opulence pressed down on me, making my throat tighten. I felt small and insignificant, like a stray dog dragged into a world that was far too dreamy for someone like me.
He led me down a hall and then the doors swung open.
Servants lined the marble hall, dressed in uniforms with their heads bowed low as the king entered. Every conversation in the hall muted and if a pin had dropped, I was sure it would echo through the vast chamber. Roman didn’t stop walking, his grip on me was possessive almost as if he was parading me through his kingdom.
I barely had time to catch my breath before we stopped again before another open chamber.
It looked different but from the general infrastructure, I could tell it was the packhall
More than twenty people stood gathered, their conversations dying the moment Roman walked in. and they “welcome home, your majest began echoing in the room. I felt like I should be in the crowd with them, bowing to the King, god, it was surreal. Eyes soon started perusing me with curiosity once they noticed how tightly Roman held me to his side. Their gazzes dissected me with curiousity and with judgement.
Just then, Roman let go of my wrist, stepping forward with a very stern expression.
“As you all know,” he began in a deep voice that bounced off the walls. “I traveled so far to find my mate.” his eyes flickered towards me and he smiled briefly. “Now, I want you all to meet her.”
Silence seized the entire room.
Thick suffocating silence.
Then someone from the back muttered. “How the hell is the king’s mate so plain looking?”
I stiffened.
The voice was female, sharp with disbelief. A second voice joined in too whispering, but it was clearly loud enough that I heard all the way in the front. “She smells human.”
A lump formed in my throat and I cast a glance at Roman, needing him to come to my resuce, but he was already speaking to a stout, older woman dressed in a full head–maid’s uniform. Her greying hair was tied back and she seemed to be listening really
attentive.
I caught only the tail end of his words.
“–make sure she doesn’t lack for anything.”
The woman nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
“The Luna quarters?”
“They were prepared for her arrival,” she assuered. “We knew you wouldn’t return alone as you set out to bring our queen.”
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Roman exhaled, then turned to me. His hand cradeled the back of my head as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll leave now, he murmured. “I have much to attend. The head stewardess will take care of you.”
And then he was gone. He didn’t even wait for me to bade him goodbye.
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The head steward, martha as she introduced herself–led me through the winding halls ans she talked, a lot.
But I didn’t respond.
Not because I didn‘ want to, but because I was mute, and I didn’t want to inconvenience her by making her struggle to read my lips.
So I followed in silence.
She soon led me to a lavish room which she gave me a quick tour of. The walls were lined wit hgold accents and a massive bed sat at the center, its silk sheets untouched. The room smelled like lavender and fresh linen. I realized I never even had the grace of cleaning rooms like this back in my pack and now I was expected to sleep in it.
A part of me wanted to ask the stewardess if the King also slept in here, but I didn’t want it to be confirmed that I was mute just yet so I’d just wait to find out if he came in here tonight or maybe I’d go through the closet to see things myself.
Soon the stewardess left and I had the entire room to myself, but I underestimated how tired I was for as soon as the door closed behind her, I stretched out on the large bed and slept off.
I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings.
My mind was sluggish, caught between the haze of sleep and the overwhelming reality of where I was. The bed beneath me wasn’t the lumpy straw mattress I had known all my life. It was soft, impossibly so and swallowing me in warmth and comfort. For a moment, I just lay here, disoriented, blinking up at the high ceiling as my hand cradled my stomach. It didn’t feel real. I had spent my life in servant quarters of the servant, scrubbing floors until my hands bled. All my future entailed was hiding from my brother and praying he doesn’t rape me and take my virginity as he was obessed with it. Now I was here in a castle, in a room that was reserved to the Queen of Valerie, pregnant and mated to the king.
A knock at the door startled me. I sat up, the heavy fabric of my borrowed nightgown pooling around my thigh. Was it really borrowed when the head stewardess said it was specially prepared for the luna?
Anyway, the door opened and Martha stepped inside.
“The King has requested your presence,” she said, “But first, I’ll draw a bath for you, Luna.‘
Luna.
I didn’t think I would ever get used to this title. It sounded foreign in my ears. My place had always been beneath people like her, not above them. I wanted to thank her, to show gratitude for the kindness I’d never been given before–but I couldn’t.
I was mute, and if they all realized that, they would think me weak. Roman might have told me to assume the identity of a weak omega, but I didn’t want to fully submit to that role. Maybe it’s because of the hybrid powers in me now, I just wanted to lead a different life here.
So I lifted my chin, feigning arrogance and stepped off the bed without a word, following her into the adjoining room.
I only had to wait for a few minutes before the bath was ready. A massive clawfoot tub brimming with steaming water and fragant oils. It was clearly a far cry from bathing by the river side where my clothes would be stolen and I’d be forced to walk back to the packhouse naked and cold with creeps leering at me.
I shuddered at the memory befroe slipping into the tub. A gasp left my lips as the warmth seeped into my bones. My head tilted
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back and I fluttered my syees shut, letting myself enjoy this luxury as my fingers trailed through the suds.
I didn’t belong here.
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And yet…I never wanted to leave.
When I finally emerged from the bath, Martha was waiting for me with a deep blue sundress dress. It was so beautiful and she helped me into it, fastening the ropes at the back before gathering a brush to comb through my still damp hair.
The moment she started, my chest tightened..
For a second, I wasn’t in Roman’s castle. I wasn’t being dressed in silks like a doll. I was a child again, sitting at my mother’s feet as she braided my hair with patient fingers, humming softly.
I had never gotten to say goodbye.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing the thought away.
“You know, Luna Snow… His majesty told me you were mute but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t speak to me if you need anything.” martha suddenly broke the silence between us and my cheeks heated. I froze, expecting her to shame me for it but she only smiled at me through the mirror. “I have a little boy who’s deaf and he’s the best child I could ever pray for. If you sign at me, I’ll understand you or mouth things at me, don’t be shy.”
My lips pursed but I didn’t say anything in response. She was kinder than the head maid I’d known.
Once she finished, she stepped back, murmuring something about breakfast and the King. “I would take you to him now.”
Taking one last look at my reflection in the mirror, shocked at the woman looking back at me, I followed her. She led me through the halls just like yesterday pointing out the names of each rooms to me so I wouldn’t get lost without her next time.
I nodded silently, noting everything she was saying but we kept walking–until I heard laughter..
I slowed, turning my attention to the group of maids who stood at the end of the corridor, their whispers turning sharp the
moment they saw me.
“She hasn’t said a word since His Majesty brought her here,” one sneered. “What kind of Luna is?”
“She’s weak. A pathetic little thing. I heard she was a slave back in her pack.” another said, pointedly meeting my gaze with a sneer. “I know all of this wouldn’t last long. I heard the king didn’t even spend the night in her room. Maybe she bewitched him and that’s why he brought a weak omega like her back. What if she isn’t even his mate?
Heat prickled at my skin, but I didn’t shrink back. Not this time.
Instead, I began moving towards them. The moment I approached, their laughter died as if they were shocked I would actually
come to them.
Despite the churning in my stomach, I met both their gazes and gestured at the head stewardess who hung back in wariness. She walked to where I stood and I gestured for her to tell the two maids to slap each other.
She blinked and then gave me a smile. When she told the girls what I wanted, their eyes bulged but they didn’t dare protest and slapped each other. After that I dismissed them and Martha resumed our tour and leading me to meet Roman.
The dining hall was vast, its walls lined with paintings of past kings–Roman’s ancestors, their faces immortalized in oil and canvas. But my eyes barely lingered on them.
Because at the head of the long table, seated like a conquering god, was Roman.
His golden eyes met mine the moment I entered. He didn’t speak right away. Just sat there, exuding raw power, his presence consuming the room.
“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he murmured.
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I hesitated, moving toward the chair beside him, but before I could sit, his voice–low, dark, commanding–stopped me.
“Not there.”
My brows furrowed. “—”
He patted his lap.
Heat flared up my spine and I glanced toward the doors. Anyone could walk in, but Roman only tilted his head, considering me
with dark amusement.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he mused. “If you did, you’ll prove it. Come here.”
My stomach twisted, warmth coiling deep. I did miss him.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I slowly stepped forward, my pulse pounding as I sank onto his lap. His arm coiled around my waist, and he settled me properly on his muscular thigh.
He cut into his steak, lifting a bite to my lips. “Eat.”
I obeyed, chewing slowly. His gaze never wavered.
“Do you like it?”
I shrugged and mouthed. “It’s… not bad.”
He hummed, continuing to feed me. Bite after bite–until suddenly, a piece of the stake fell straight into my cleavage.
A slow, dangerous gleam entered his eyes. My breath hitched.
He could have used a napkin. He should have.
But instead, he leaned in. His lips brushed the curve of my breasts. His tongue flicked out, tasting the stray morsel of food–then lingering, trailing heat along my skin.
A shudder wracked through me.
“Roman,” I whispered.
His mouth moved lower. A growl rumbled against my chest as his fingers curled around the neckline of my dress–and tore it
open.
I gasped, my breasts spilling free, my nipples stiff peaks against the cool air.
Roman didn’t hesitate. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, his teeth scraping, his tongue swirling sinfully.
I arched, a moan slipping past my lips.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. His free hand slipped lower, pushing the fabric of my dress aside, his palm pressing against my core–already damp, already aching.
A whimper escaped me as he rubbed, slow and teasing.
Then–his fingers slid under my panties.
I clenched, gasping as he found my entrance, his fingers sliding in effortlessly, curling, stretching. Fucking me with them.
My nails dug into his shoulders. His fingers pumped deeper, faster, his thumb pressing circles against my clit.
I was soaked, my arousal making it easy for him to thrust in and out, his palin slick with my need.
I gasped his name, squirming, but his other hand held me still, forcing me to take every inch of his fingers.
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His cock–thick, hard as stone–pressed against my ass through his trousers.-
Then–one arin swept the table clean. Plates shattered. Silverware clattered.
Roman lifted me, pinning me onto the table, his body between my thighs, his mouth descending lower, lower until his lips
brushed my core.
Then his tongue.
A sharp cry escaped me as he devoured me, his tongue licking and sucking on my bud.
Just as my legs began to shake, the doors burst open and a voice echoed “Your Majesty.”
I froze.
Voices. More than one. “We came as soon as we heard.”
My eyes flew open, horror twisting through me as I turned to see at least seven men walking into the room.
