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Her overused body reacted too, which wasn't funny.

Mirian discarded the bed sheet that covered her which left her stark naked. Ismena was about to gasp in mortification when the older woman lowered her into the old-fashioned tub and she was instantly engulfed by the great feel of warm foaming water and scented leaves.

"Aaah," she moaned pleasantly, closing her eyes, "Thank you so much, Mirian."

"You're welcome, my lady. I got some medicinal herbs from Harhan, it is in that water. It'll help you feel better when you get out. I bet you have some healing to do after all that screaming." She beamed at her. "You are one strong female, My lady. I am glad that you are in his life."

"All that scream—" Ismena swallowed, "You heard...?"

She snorted. "Of course, I did. I slept in my bedroom, which is the third bedroom on the first floor of the tower, every changeling present in this tower the night before, would have heard too."

"Everyone...!?" She shrieked, horrified.

"Oh, you needn't worry yourself, my lady," Mirian smiled, waving her off, "I'm sure they all tuned out after hearing the first scream as I did."

"Tuned out...?" She was confused and it showed.

"Tuned out means they turned off their hearing from the towers, which also means they stopped paying attention to it, which also means they stopped hearing anything that happened next."

"Oh?"

"Yes. The Alphas of our land know when they are being eavesdropped on, no matter the clan it is. Talk more of the Alpha King. No changelingin his right mind would eavesdrop on the Alpha King when he does not authorize it." She deadpanned.

That made Ismena feel a little bit better. "Okay. Thank you, Mirian."

"I had the clothes you wore on the night before washed in the morning but I know they are not dried yet. I will get some clothes ready for you to put on after a bath. Take your time coming out. I will get your food ready, I know you'll be famished." She gave her another smile before she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Alone, Ismena closed her eyes while soaking her body. Indeed, she'll be taking her time before she comes out, time enough for whatever medicinal herb in this water to touch her body really well.

God of the crippled, but that man almost killed her.

Eyes closed, the memories surfaced again. His hands exploring her...

Touching her deep inside...

His dick moving inside her...

The things he'd made her feel...

"You really don't know when you're dying, do you?" She muttered to her aroused body, "You really don’t know when a food is killing you, only that you wanna eat more because you're hungry? Like a zombie?" Like an addict?

"I will give you pleasure like you've never known before. And you will want more, over and over and over again, till your body can't take any more of it. And, with every passing dawn, you will become addicted to mycock...to me... until I am deeply ingrained in your blood."

The sound of his voice whispering these words to her as he laid on top of her, made her shiver now. Indeed, he has made true to his words, every one of them.

She never knew a pleasure like that existed. And the pains.

Her eyes snapped open. She remembered what had happened to her after he'd entered her. The fear and the terror she'd felt.

What was that?

Brows knitted, Ismena found herself wondering what had happened to her? What were all those nightmares she's been having for the past few months about...? What happened to her the night before?

For the first time since she woke up in the hospital disoriented, her weeping mother hugging her and telling her that she'd lost her memories which is why she has no idea where she is, Ismena felt the tiniest bit of curiosity to know what had happened to her.

For the first time since she was that eight-year-old girl that lived and breathed agony and pains while undergoing so many treatments and being taken in and out of the hospital, she wondered what she'd been through.

What had caused her such awful pains? What had happened that was so horrible that her will to survive had to erase the memories from her young mind?