All my life, I have never been touched by a man. I’ve remained clean and chaste” – Ava Goodchild

Every 200 years, a virgin is sacrificed to a powerful beast, for breeding. In the previous years passed, no offspring has been produced. It is known that only the mate to the beast can give him a pup. The community always selects the outcast virgin, from intricate fear of the beast. 

I am Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins.

A baby for the beast

　　“W-when w-were you going to tell me?” I had, brokenly muttered with my eyes in painful tears.


　　“Ava…” he said, taking a hold of my hand, which I remembered ripping away the minute it was held.


　　I had been, bare to his gaze, but it didn’t matter…


　　My wolf wanted more of his touch, but it also didn’t matter…


　　“I hate you, Caspian. I love you but I hate that you hurt me all the time.”


　　Those were the words that rang through my head, the entire day. And in the night, when I slept. Till this morning. Till morning came…


　　“Arrgh!” I gave out a groan, shuffling my legs angrily while I laid on the bed.


　　Why hasn’t he gotten back to me? Didn’t he know how to romance a woman? Or his own mate, at that?


　　I needed his presence. His apology and assurance, that he won’t continue to do as his father bids. That he was going to be a man of his own will.


　　“My Knight.” A knock highlighted on the door.


CHAPTER 38 - Goblet of Confrontation