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CULLEN
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Lycan Cullen Zivando thrashed as he convulsed repeatedly on his huge master's wooden framed bed that was built with the finest woods of all the lands.
His eyes snapped open as he began to familiarize himself with his surrounding. It took him some minutes to realize that he was in his own bedroom. His own chambers that screamed of nothing but wealth and uniqueness that accentuated his personality.
Working in two lands has really helped in improving his taste when it came to furnitures and merchandise because the beauty of the Zivando's tower cannot be compared to other households. It simply cannot be overemphasized. Those who has lived through the entire legacy can attest to that.
Cullen closed his eyes for a brief second as he felt the headache coming in. He's always like this whenever he wakes up from a tragic nightmare. A nightmare that is big enough to rob him off his sleep and keep him awake most of the night. He wants to forget but sadly he cannot. It's almost like his brain is waiting to replay the tape the minute his eyes are closed.
He hasn't slept well for a long time. It's almost like a ticking time bomb is implanted in his head that might go off anytime soon.
Cullen stood up from the bed and his eyes darted to the figure lying asleep on the floor next to his bed. It was his s*x slave Celyn. He had told her countless times to leave whenever he's done with her services but she chooses to defy his orders everytime. He should get upset but then he doesn't like getting upset because whenever he does, it only worsens the situation.
He stepped into the bathroom to have his bath. When he was done, he puts on one of his regal black robe that has been picked out for him before letting his dark flowing hair fall loose.
He walked up to the desk at the corner of his room and sat down to work on some files that he had brought home from the non-changeling world.
He is about to flip through the other page when he 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 Celyn" He speaks up in a monotone "I do not know why you choose to defy my orders all the time" he pressed, not sparing her a single glance.
Celyn gulped fearfully. She may be used to him but she won't deny the fact that she is actually scared of him and would be dead meat if she spoke out of turn or doesn't thread carefully.
"I am deeply sorry my lord" she responds with a slight bow.
"In as much as you are my slave, you are also my mistress and you know 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 and that is why I keep you around me. Do not make me change my mind" he added.
"I know my lord. Forgive my ignorance" she whispered.
He gave out a deep breath before looking at her "You say this now but I am almost certain that you would repeat your actions again. Do not test me Celyn"
"I can never my Lord. Please forgive my mistake"
He breathes out slowly "Very well. You may go and do not forget to take your herbs from Moira."
"Yes my Lord" she responds before scampering out of his chambers.
Celyn headed straight to her chambers. Why would she meet Moira for herbs when she is looking forward to carrying a child for him.
Ever since he rescued her when she was left and abandoned by her pack to die, she has only had one purpose. Serve Cullen till she dies. She cannot take any herbs. She forbids it.
If she doesn't bear a child for him then no one will. Cullen is hers and hers alone. She loves this man like there was no tomorrow. If she wasn't exaggerating then she would say that he was her tomorrow. She only lives and breathes for him.
And she also knows that he has a soft spot for her. He is married but his wife and him rarely meets eye to eye. She does all the work that a married couple should do. She can't complain because she loves it and the foolish woman is on the verge of death anyway.
Maybe the moon goddess is giving her a sign that Cullen is meant for her. If not, then why hasn't he found his mate yet?
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Moira walks into Cullen's Chambers. He is busy scribbling on a piece of paper. The frown on his face is evident as usual and it's something you can't miss the minute you look at him. Although he is the most powerful man in all the lands but he isn't as scary looking to her even though he does manage to scare her sometimes.
"I know that you did not come all the way to stare at my face Moira" He said to her, still scribbling away.
She jolted back to reality. Her mind must have wandered off as usual.
"My lord" she bowed her head slightly in greeting "I brought you some herbal tea to help with the headache"
"Those herbs are pointless Moira. They only take the headache away for a short time but it never goes away" his frown deepens and she knows that he is agitated.
"If you keep on taking them like the physician prescribed then I'm pretty sure that you'll be fine in no time"
His face tightens. Moira loves staring at him because he reminded her of his mother. The young master's mother was indeed a beauty to behold and she was extremely happy that he took most of her features. The only thing that he got from his father was his cold heart and frown which was the signature look of the Zivando's.
But she cannot blame Cullen for it. The poor man has gone through a lot from his own father that it broke and rebuilt him again. Sometimes she thought if things would've been different if Cullen's mother survived. Her co-wife was a good woman who took really care of their master before her demise. No man should be ever subjected to such cruelty.
"Moira, you and I know that I will never be fine" his wolf growled at that statement. It was an unsettling topic that always reminded him of his terrible childhood.
"Do not say such a thing my lord" she cautioned him. Moira might be a servant in the Zivando's household but she was the closest thing to a mother to him.
"You have suffered too much. You have taken care of this land and it's people for a long time ever since the great war that befell our land. We have both seen troubled times and I can assure you my lord, that you would pass through the fire and soon, everything would be fine" she assures him.
He nods his head but his facial expressions are still the same. Sadly you cannot tell when Cullen is happy, sad or worried because his face always remains the same.
"How is the lady Natalia" Cullen asked with a brief pause.
"Worse my lord. The herbs aren't working and she isn't getting any better. I fear for the worse" Moira whispered empathetically.
Natalia was his first wife that was married off to him after he assisted her father's land to overcome a great battle from an enemy pack. She was the reward for his help.
Although he never intended to get married to her but when the council openly told him to take her as his wife in order to father a heir that would take over him, he had no choice to oblige but deep down he knows that he doesn't want a child. He doesn't want to be a father.
He respects Natalia and she does so too. Although they never meet eye to eye and she is not his mate but they had somehow managed to find a common ground to walk on. She came down with a dreadful illness about a year ago and has been getting worse with each passing day.
Whenever he sees her, he can only perceive the smell of death and he knows that it's only a matter of time before she passes because the herbs from his land isn't working and so are the drugs that he acquired from the non-changeling world.
He lets out a deep breath "Inform the lady that I would be paying her a visit in her chambers soon" he ordered with that deep voice that spells command.
"Yes my lord"
"You may leave now Moira"
"Not after you take your herbs my lord" She told him softly.
He raised up his head to look at the cup that she was offering. He took it from her and drowned all the contents in one gulp. Moira would've swore that the herbs she gave to him was extremely bitter but his face is telling otherwise. It was almost like he drank something sweet. His expression is still the same. No changes.
He handed the cup to her and she took it with a bow before turning to leave his room.
"Oh and Moira" he called out, stopping her on her tracks.
"Yes my lord" she turned around to look at him.
"Do not forget to give Celyn the herbs that you normally give to her. She spent the night in my chambers" he finished off, head still bent down and hands still working tirelessly.
"Of course" she responds in understanding before dismissing herself out of his chambers.
She would give Celyn the herbs alright but in high hopes that she actually takes them because that woman has a mind of her own.
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