Echoes of Betrayal: Angela's second chances

Chapter 4: Decisions

I had retired early for the night, having served Joana very well, and arranged for King Luther’s night to be as regal and comfortable as she wanted it to be.I made my way to the slave’s quarters with a light body and a heavy mind. My desire was beginning to grow out of me, a desire I never knew I had, a desire for something I never knew I could get. King Luther.It was ethereal to reason that he was really interested in being with me. What did I have to offer him? What did I possibly do to capture his attention? Was I really his mate? I had little idea about how mates work with werewolves, and I was not about to figure it out all of a sudden. No.I sat on my bed, still in wonder and only ended up with even more confused speculations. It was time to rest, I needed it and I was going to have it. Slowly, and as if almost reluctantly, I weighed into my sagging bed with every corner creaking life out of it.Who was I deceiving? Joana would have my head if I ever took her opportunity to marry King Luther, and even His Highness himself would not be able to save me.This was my life, and I had accepted it all along, I could not let one man waver me to destruction.*****The room was dark, and my eyes could barely make out any object around me. The only source of light was the silver rays from the moon that were casted upon my rickety shelf through the window.Was this a dream? I was not quite sure, but it felt real. My arm was twisted beneath the light blanket on my bed, but my body was bare. The clothes I had on yesterday night were still intact, but the blanket pushed off and flung aside aggressively.Slowly, I felt the air on my leg stand erect, and my wolf aggressively battled to let loose. Someone was around, in the same room with me. I turned around but still could not make out any body or any movement in the room.“Anyone here? Who? Show yourself!” I was at the point of screaming.My heart was racing in fear, I wondered if Joana had already sent her men to come finish me off before day break, because this was definitely real.“Do not kill me please. Spare me.” I muttered again to the shadows, unsure of what I was even doing.“Why would I?” A thick, deep voice reverberated in the room, making everywhere in the room suddenly feel light.It was a familiar voice, one that was almost as familiar as my own heart pounding against my chest, because the voice had rung in my memory throughout the day. It was King Luther.I was sure of it, though I had not seen his face to confirm my speculation. I was not going to verbally jump into conclusions so I just stood up from the bed, grabbing the light blanket as the closest weapon to me.“It is fine, I won't hurt you and yes, it is me, Luther.” The sensual bass tone of his voice was suddenly activated, and I felt my air stand erect once again. This time out of sensual pleasure.Snapping out of my self attained sensual trance, I dashed at his approaching body and pushed him towards the door.“You cannot be here, Your Highness. I will get into serious trouble with Princess Joana. Please leave this instant.” I was pleading, though my heart was silently calling unto him.“Should I really? This is me before you Angela. The one you have craved for, so much, since you saw yesterday. Can you not feel it?”“No, Your Highness, I cannot. And I will in fact be able to feel nothing when you get me in trouble with Princess Joana.”“Hush!” he commanded, pulling me into the confines of his strong arms. “Let us take this slow. Enjoy the moment, savor every ounce of it, like there is no tomorrow.”My mouth could no longer move. My wolf was active, ready to really savor him, but I could not allow that. If we did allow our passion to get the best of us, I really would not have a life tomorrow. Joana would have my head fed to her dogs on a platter.“No...please, don't...” I whimpered at his touch.His fingers grazed my thigh, while his other hand pulled me into him, holding me firmly at the waist. I felt his need between his legs, and it only added more fire to the fire already burning inside me.Slowly his fingers moved up my thigh and over my back side. I could feel the wetness in my nether regions already, and I could feel the bang of doom vibrating at the back of my head. I could hear the warnings of my wolf, and the grunts of pleasure it released with them.I was caught between two desires; the desire to live longer, and the desire to have the King and Joana's betrothed right there. It was all new to me, the feelings and soon they were overcoming me.My hands slid up his broad, masculine chest and went to his neck, and my finger wrapped around his head, massaging his face and ears.“Do you want this, Angela?”I found it absurd that he would ask. After leading me on so much and so hard, was he really thinking I would let him go so easily?My mouth found the warm spot in his, and soon our tongues were too intertwined to care about what the other had to say. It was like a rising of the sun for me, the first real sensual feeling and s****l experience I would have, from a King of such high caliber as Luther.This was one of the few sweet moments of my dull, dreadful slave life, and I was sure that I would be doomed by the morning, because no one messed with Joana and got away with it. But at that moment, all I cared about was having his needs meeting my luscious desires. Our souls intertwine to become one.I only wanted to make it memorable.*****The next morning, I woke up to a serene environment, no one had come to pull me aggressively from the bed, nor scream my ears out and lash at me. I had slept well, the most peaceful of all sleep. And it left me wondering and worried.I recalled the events of yesterday and how it had gone. It seemed like a fantasy to me, I could not imagine me actually having s****l relations with King Luther.I observed around, my bed and my room was intact and hardly looking like one two wolves had expressed desire in full wolfen rage passion. My clothes were fine too, almost like nothing happened the night before.What has gone wrong? My dream? My memory? Or My life? I stepped out and saw a raging Joana storming to my room. I let out a heavy sigh for what I had already expected.“Angela! You wench!”I shut my eyes to accept my fate. I knew I could never find peace but I almost thought it would last but no, the wolf woke up on the wrong side of her bed.

I swallowed nervously , giving up and admitting defeat because I knew i couldn't fight with her .

who was I ?

"stop right there" I gradually opened my eyes on heraring a masculine voice , it was so familiar that i was in disbelief .

It can't be him, he wouldn't save me

I turned around immediately to soothe my anxiety and I saw him behind me, my dear husband Luther .

He looked furious and angry, while Joana was in shock as she wasn't expecting to see him.