Chapter 53
Keira’s Pov
I lock the heavy door and pull out the key before making my way to the big shelf of books near my big bed.
My mates had sent a servant with my special dinner, a vase full of red roses and a goblet filled with the purest honey.
Seems like they haven’t understood that I am not here for their love. I know better.
It’s probably true that they would take back everything they are giving when I am no longer useful. Good thing I do not plan to stay and find out.
After making their wish and doing another blood promise to break the vows we made I will state my rejection. They will gladly accept it as I will no longer be valuable to them. Their actions are quite predictable.
I pick up a book from the shelf and take a seat on the bed. I open the first page but get startled at the loud sound of something hitting the heavy door of my chambers.
I set the book aside and leave the bedroom to go check what it might be. I had locked the door, so whoever it is cannot enter unless it’s one of my mates or their cousin.
“Who is it?” I ask without getting too close to the door.
No answer comes, but I hear the unmistakable sound of jingling keys before the door swings open
“What the…I gasp as a gigantic man in dark clothing and the worn out boots steps into the room. I have never seen his face before, but his menacing gaze and clenched fists make his evil intentions undoubtedly clear.
He isn’t dressed like servant or one of the palace officials. And judging from his gigantic form I am certain he is a Lycan werewolf, just like Rumulus
“Who are you?” I ask.
A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he lets the key drop from his hand. It’s surprisingly similar to mine, which makes me wonder where he got it from,
“I am your ultimate nightmare!” he hisses, his fingers turning into long, vicious claws.
His bones starts rearranging as he shifts into his wolf form. His clothes wrip open and fur emerges on his skin.
I have no weapon to defend myself as Lady Doria said that they did not find my enchanted blade in my former chambers. I do not possess the strength to fight a werewolf without a weapon. I am going to die here unless I find a way to escape.
“Who sent you?” I ask, hoping I can stall him long enough for someone to come.
But the monstrous werewolf charges, his canines gnashing. He leaps into the air, his claws reaching out in readiness to sink into my flesh.
I dodge the attack by laying on the floor so that he passes right above me. He hits the wooden cabinet with my vase of roses and goblet of honey placed on top. All the stuff fall to the floor, causing loud noise.
The werewolf growls in rage, and I desperately look around the room for anything I can use as a weapon. My overwhelming fear is causing my hands to shake. I was not prepared to die tonight. Yet that fate seems inevitable.
I grab anything within reach and throw it at him, but he is too strong to be harmed by the random stuff and I do not have the strength to throw harder.
The werewolf leaps forward again, letting out a ferocious growl mid–air. I try to evade the attack again but feel it’s claws wrap around my wrist at the last second
I attempt to pry the claws off my skin as the beast growls in my face. I use my unrestrained hand to scratch it’s right eye and it howls in pain. I had hope that it would let go but it hurls me across the room, it’s great strength making me fly and clash against the wall.
I fall to the floor and pain engulfs my back and left hand. No doubt my shoulder just dislocated.
My heart pounds hard in my chest as my hope of escaping completely wanes. But I hear voices and heavy footsteps approaching
Finally someone is coming. They may however get here too late as my attacker is already making his way towards me again.
The pain I am feeling is intense, but I crawl to the closest window and stumble back to my feet. The werewolf growls with rage. it’s right eye having turned red from the scratch.
I clutch my injured arm and lean against the window when it halts in readiness to leap.
It springs forward just as a group of people burst in through the door.
I wait until the werewolf is closest to me before jumping away from the window. It smashes through the fragile glass and flies down the storey building. A loud thud is heard when it’s body hits the hard pavement below.
My other two makes gather around me as Garren lays me down on the soft cushions
“You’re alive!” she mutters with an expression of shock before forcing a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Who was that that attacked you?” Conrad asks in a vengeful tone.
“You should have locked the door, Fenris says.
I remembers the key dropping from my attacker’s hand after he got in. He had the key to my chambers.
“Do you all h
“Do you all have your keys?” I ask my mates.
“Yes, they all answer in unison.
“Show me
“What?” Conrad raises his eyebrows in confusion.
“I want yo
you to show me all your keys, I repeat in a firmer voice.
12:20 PM
Chapter 33
All my mates obediently pull out their bunch of keys, confusion evident in their eyes. I look at each bunch and confirm that the key to my chambers is still attached.
I turn my attention to lady Doria, the only other person that should have a similar key.
“Where are your keys?” I ask.
1…don’t know. Someone must have taken them from my chambers,” she answers.
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