NARRATIVE 
 “My King, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” The silver blond inquired the moment she regained her balance after the rough manner she had fallen previously, a hint of fear and worry obvious in her violet eyes and facial expression. 
 “It is nothing of your concern.” Cyne said tersely, not giving her a glance as he helped himself into his loose pair of pants. 
 After briefly examining the scene around him seconds later, an obvious result of their intense moment some minutes ago, Cyne stood up from the bed, flexing his powerful muscles a little before grabbing his shirt from a nearby couch. “Nikoli would take you home. Your service here is done for now, Isobel.” The words easily rolled off his tongue as he made for the door. 
 However, he paused on his elegant strides and turned around to the unclad female, sparing her a brief once-over glance. “And note, you must not come around on your own anymore,” he said and Isobel’s brows rose in question. “I would seek you when I need you.” He declared. 
What?! Was he now casting her away? After all her years of devotion to him… well, his bed? 
 Color drained off Isobel’s face as she stared at the Alpha King in shock, her gaze locked against his silver eyes. 
 “I'm sorry are you...” she paused briefly, having doubt over the question she was about to ask. 
 Slowly Isobel stood up from the floor and covered the distance between the Alpha King and herself. Then she reached out her hands and caressed the sides of his face, pulling him closer sensually as though she would kiss him. A sweet, seductive smile easily replaced the initial worried and confused expression she had on as she whispered, “you’re not casting me away, are you?” she brushed her lips against his in a deliberately slow, enticing manner, “you’re not abandoning…your whore, right?” 
 “Damn it, Isobel." Cyne groaned in frustration. Without a warning, he pulled her to himself roughly, her body colliding against his as he groped her butt with his free hand. "Who said I was?" His voice was merely a whisper before he latched his mouth against hers in a rough kiss, meant as both desire and warning that left her gasping for air the moment he let go. 
 "You would listen to your king and it’s an order, one you can’t afford to not heed.” With that, he released her a bit gently, and exited the room. 
 “Of course, my King," she muttered to herself, twirling a lock of platinum blonde hair around her finger tips while she ran her tongue over her plump lips. "Of course, my dearest Alpha,” Isobel smirked, biting on her lower lip as she stared after his retreating figure. 
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 "Since we all know the purpose of this gathering, why don't we get straight into business," Alpha King Cyne said, the moment he was settled in the throne-like chair in his office. He leveled his gaze across Rominic; his Beta and Pembe; the high priestess of Elgarion.
 Leaning back on his chair, he slowly tapped on the desk with a hand. "The reason we are here at this hour is known to us all, I believe." He paused, noticing they were still standing with heads bowed. "Please sit," he casually waved a hand towards the empty chairs in his study. 
 The Beta and the priestess bowed to the waist once more before sitting down.
 "Yes, your majesty." Pembe said, raising her onyx eyes to briefly meet the Alpha King's gaze before averting it to Rominic. "The sound of the moonlight serenade was heard tonight for the first time in ten years." 
 "Yes. And we all know what this means." His silver eyes met theirs meaningfully.
 "We would begin the search immediately," Rominic bowed.
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 The morning wind blew in gently from the open windows, caressing Jeyre's skin and scalp. She curled up even more on the bed and her arms stretched to either sides of the bed. It was so comfy and fluffy. She didn't want to wake up.
 However, her eyelids fluttered open the moment she realized she was the only occupant on the bed.
 "Aithne," she muttered in a sleepy voice, forcing herself to sit up on the bed. Looking around and seeing no sign of her, an unusual feeling of fear settled within her.
 "My lady!" She called louder this time and yet again, her voice met no response. 
 One glance at the window and seeing the empty wheelchair, made a gasp escaped her lips immediately. 
 With her heart racing and all the wrong scary thoughts running in, Jeyre sprang off the bed and was out of the room in no time. 
 The day was only just dawning from the look of things, probably around 4 or 5 am in the morning. She could only guess the time at the moment as she wasn't in the position to be looking for a clock right now.
 She was going to call for the footmen that had accompanied them to this city but immediately remembered they hadn't lodged in the cottage.
 Even though there was enough rooms to contain the few men, Aithne had insisted earlier that they lodged elsewhere and take this time to explore the city.
 What incident would explain the fact that Aithne who hasn't been able to walk since that unfortunate incident, would suddenly not be on her wheelchair which was the only means she could move around freely? Except something evil had befallen her over the night or she had miraculously regained her ability to walk.
 "Goddess please, help me find her," Jeyre's eyes glistened with tears just as she opened the door to the cottage. "And let her be safe." 
 The moment she was out of the cottage, Jeyre's eyes caught sight of a somewhat familiar form lying on the floor outside.
 She immediately ran towards the individual, hoping it was Aithne.
 "Good gods!" Jeyre gasped as she immediately halted on her steps. The rising sun had illuminated on the figure and it turned out to be her lady truly. Even though she seemed to be unconscious, Jeyre knew it was her. 
 However, she looked so strange and the aura around her seemed different and more powerful. 
 A lot of questions ran through Jeyre's racing heart as her gaze trailed the crystal-like extremely long hair that had suddenly replaced Aithne's usual shiny black hair.
 She squatted beside her and tried to wake her up. "Aithne, please wake up. I'm sorry for failing to watch over you _ which is my duty_ and going ahead to sleep first."
 'Jeyre?' Hearing the familiar voice from a distance in her subconscious, Aithne's brows creased slightly as she tried to wake up.
 Soon enough she was awake, a glance at her surroundings stunned her silly and she tried to sit up properly just as the event from the previous night reoccurred to her.
 "My lady," Jeyre was sobbing already. "What happened to you?" She reached over to help Aithne sit up only to find herself screaming from an unfamiliar pain she felt on her palms the moment her skin had touched Aithne's.
 "Jeyre, are you okay?" Aithne was shocked by Jeyre's reaction so she tried to reach for her in her confusion. However, Jeyre moved away from her reach. 
 "What's going on? Are you okay?" Stunned by her closest companion's reaction, Aithne tried to find out the reason.
 "My lady, can't you feel it?" Jeyre was pointing at Aithne's hands with fear obvious in her eyes and body language. "Y-you're... your skin burnt me when I touched you! What is happening to you?! Why do you look different? How did you get out from the cottage without the wheelchair? Can you now walk? How did your eyes and hair colours became crystal-like suddenly? And now you even have a tattoo also? What by the gods is going on?!" 
 Aithne's mouth hung open as she listened to Jeyre's outbursts. 
 Looking herself over, her eyes leveled on her right hand and a scream from shock left her lips instantly.