stle as the Prince was known for his outgoing and extravagant nature. The servants would o

isolation was not like him at all. They would often send servants to ch

st, she thought it was due to the Prince's insatiable desires, whi

s something deeper, something ancient. She discovered it on the night

ck and coarse, and his hands transformed into clawed paws. Alexandra screamed, but the sound that emerged was a guttural roar, primal

own. The beast within her was wild, untamed, and it hungered for something she couldn't name. She prowled the castle corridors, her claws clicking against t

umbled upon a servant girl cowering in a corner, and the beast's instincts took over. It pounced, its claws sinking into the girl's shoulders as it pinned her to the ground. The girl scre

e beast didn't stop. It pounded into her relentlessly, its claws digging into her flesh as it claimed her with a ferocity that bordered

at the girl lying broken beneath it. Alexandra's consciousness resurfaced, and she

hen's body, naked and trembling on the cold stone floor. The girl was gone, and the only e

t just in Stephen's body, but in a cycle of darkness and lust that she couldn'

er. She may not have chosen this fate, but she would not let it define her. She was

cost would be higher th