Enslaved by love

den sunlight filtered through th

oggy, as if she had just had a long long dream

er dream, she heard a voice speaking

mulation, her spirit will break. Perhaps we should give her more time

u to decide. Mr. Holmes has his ow

dy recovers, we can proceed with our plans effectiv

had been silent until now, spoke up. "You may leave now." T

tly closed, but she could

," he said, his familiar mu

ad been aware of her

of a tall figure sitting on the edge of the bed, his d

shrank back, using the covers to shield her exposed skin as

s this man wan

d unyielding as he spoke, "G

t feel the need to explain

the bed. Then Sherman got up and wal

as memories of his rough and unsympathetic move

er heart rising wi

ting could be heard at the door

ay, Mr.

ad entered the castle, they had never

Elaine could not help but think of

eft on the bed, Elaine put it on and wa

y. His gaze instantly became hot as he saw Elaine, but he quickly

not seeming to care about Elaine's expression

reath and followed b

had tried to remember the turns and stairs

several exaggerated gilt wolf head reliefs on both sides and

had instructed her not to walk freely in the castle, probably

louder and louder as the sound of their

to faint from nerves,

out a key, Sherman just reached out and waved his hand on the handle.

ntlemanly manner as he waited for Elaine to enter. As Elaine just stepped into the room, the door slammed shu

om appeared to be at the bottom of the castle and the narrow wooden door seemed out of place in the expansive space.

arby wall, there was a relief of a wolf's head similar to the one outside, but in this roo

various objects on either side of the road. He would turn a vase or adjust a knight

ewolves were prevalent, depicting battles and conflicts between them and their arch-enemies, the hunters, with men wield

ng at the moon, Elaine couldn't help but feel a sense of majesty

small square, surrounded by a myriad of strange objects. Among them were a heart pierced by

ters," Sherman said with a hint of pride in

ver her. Her stomach churned and her face paled as she struggled t

Sherman said, off

ircle. Upon it sat a broken iron piece, carved with two withered roses and a broken

o touch it without her realizing. But as soon as her fingertips made contact,

er fingers recoiled and blood

with the surrounding petals gathering in the center. The blood in contact with the rose rejuvenated the flower, a

herman's eyes brightened with a strange light

nse of unease. "What, you're hurting me," she said, a

and only the blood of the werewolves of the Valentine

ng that his next words wou

werewolf," Sherman said, an

sked, still struggling to a

urple eyes as yours," Sherman said, and a tenderness that Elaine had n

taking a few panicked steps back and ne

st night all prove that there was werewolf blood in your veins. That's als

ate the power inside her blood. Meanwhile, Elaine also knew why this man, the Alpha of Bostabaca had chosen her. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Bostaba