It's been five years since Arayah was taken into the Sterling family, she could still remember it like it were yesterday, so fresh in her memory, the loving smile Dave's wife gave her when she saw her. They treated her like she was one of their own, the child they could never have. They made her feel so loved that she forgot her parents ever died, she felt like they were her parents incarnate and she loved them so much more..
***FLASHBACK..."How did you find me?" Arayah asked in a meek voice as she followed Dave into the house. She watched as his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he walked, he had gray hair peeking out of his midnight black hair, he was really built and strong even at his age."You were washed offshore, lying unconsciously on the ground,pale, you seemed dead" he said softly, raking his hair with his hand."I was surprised to see you attacked me" He chuckled softly as he stared at her, his gray eyes raking her face."You're a werewolf" Arayah stated sniffing the air deeply, the smell of wet dog stung her nostrils making her cringe."And you're a Vampire" he stated with a tight smile, Arayah stood guarded as she stared at him, monitoring and counting when he would attack but all he did was take a seat on one of the dining chairs."I would never hurt a child no matter the breed," he said softly."Why would I take you in and heal you just to take you back to the king?" he asked with raised eyebrows waiting to see if she would speak but all she did was fold her hands and stare at him with an inquisitive look."I would always protect you like you're one of my pups" Dave said in a caring tone, he wasn't blessed with a child of his own and seeing Arayah being washed offshore, almost at the brink of death he couldn't let her die, he wanted to experience how it feels to be called father.From the moment he set his eyes on her his wolf accepted them as his and he would do anything to keep her safe."Honey!" A meak soft feminine voice called from the doorstep alerting Arayah, she walked into the house with a bag of groceries unaware of Arayah presence."Calm down it's just my wife" he said with a wide smile standing up to take the groceries from his wife's hands, he hugs her pecking her on the lips before placing the bags on the table.Dave's wife finally notices Arayah's presence and is curious as to why she was here."Who's this beautiful young girl Dave?" She asked with raised brows, she quickly sniffs the air and catches her vampire scent, her eyes flickered a red color, her wolf fighting to come out, her aura intensifying.Arayah quickly stood to defend herself, hissing loudly, her fangs elongating, she didn't care if she was Dave's wife, her protection instinct kicking in."Calm down you two!" Dave yelled his aura threateningly, making his wife back down but Arayah wasn't affected by either his tone or aura."Arayah" he warned, making her hiss in return, he heaved a sigh and stared at her. They could feel the fear sipping out of her and so did the wife."Arayah, calm down she won't hurt you" he said in a more calmer tone, trying to calm her nerves, he took two steps towards her while staring into her eyes, two more steps and his was an inch away from her, he patted her head softly, muttering reassuring words to her making her calm as her fangs retreated, he pulled her into a warm hug which she reciprocated burying her face into his shirt.Arayah finally pulls away after a long while with a tight smile on her face as she takes two steps back, away from them."Honey this is Arayah," Dave said softly, introducing her to his wife."I'm so sorry for the way I acted dear you must have escaped from the war between the vampires and wolves" she said in a soft tone, trailing to where she stood she took her by the hand and walked her to the dinning table making her sit in the chair."I know it is hard to trust the kind that ended your family but we promise to protect you no matter what, henceforth you are considered my daughter" she said with teary eyes her lips quivering,taking a huge gulp of air she continued."I will always protect you from every harm, you'll consider us your parents and even if you don't we would still protect you for you are like the child we never had" A lone tear fell from her left eyes as she rubbed the back of Arayah's palm.Dave stood behind his wife rubbing her shoulders to calm her down. He felt her pain from their mate bond and knew how much not being able to mother a child hurt her deeply. He always tried to get her mind off it but it still wandered in that direction and he could only hope that Arayah would not crush the hope she had.Arayah felt pity for her as she stared at her, she could see and smell the pain seeping through her pores, her words touched her deeply, she felt every word as she spoke, her words sending chills down her spine.She wondered the type of pain they felt not having a child to call them mother and father, she felt bad for them and wondered why fate always made those with a good heart lack the good things.Arayah wiped the tears on her face with a reassuring smile. It wouldn't be a bad idea to give them a try, she thought. She decided to trust them and be the child they crave for if not for anything else but as an appreciation of not killing her on sight."Of course I'll be the daughter you never had and protect you from every possible harm mum" the word mum felt foreign in her mouth as she hadn't said it in a long while but she knew she would get used to it.A wide smile spread on the two couples face as Arayah's statement kept replaying in their head, they couldn't believe she would accept to be theirs, they didn't expect it."Are you serious?" Dave asked with a wide smile, Arayah nodded her head in response giving a soft smile."Lynn we finally have a child of ours" he said in a teary voice kissing her cheeks. His wife is also overjoyed as she pulls Arayah into a huge tear of joy trailing down her eyes."Yes we do," she muttered."We really do"...***Beyond the vistas of the Malraux Wolf Pack hurried footsteps of different pack doctors ran to a particular room with their apparatus. They all had fear in their eyes as they rushed ready to save a life, they walked in on an old man coughing out black blood into a golden bowl with a panicked maid who held the bowl up for him."My king!?" One of the doctors exclaims dropping his suitcase on the table."What is wrong with you?" He asked in a worried tone."And how am I supposed to know!" He boomed, shaking the entire castle."Isn't that what you came here for? To find out what's wrong with...." He is cut off from his sentence by an abrupt cough which causes more dark blood to flow out of his mouth."What's going on?" The beta walked in dressed in the finest velvet and cotton, a golden crest on his left chest with a sword strapped on his waist."Why are you all standing here idol not attending to the king!?" He yelled loudly, fear sipped out of each pack doctor as they hurriedly arranged their apparatus, one of them injects the king with a very strong sedative to knock him out for a week.They were all scared shitless, they were scared for their life and their king's life.Different IV's were connected to the king's body as he lay somewhat lifeless on his royal bed; the only sign he was alive was the beeping heart rate machine.Different tests were conducted on him but they just couldn't figure out the problem, the beta was really getting impatient as the doctors kept stalling the test, saying they hadn't found the problem yet."What is wrong with the king!?" The beta bellowed, making all the wolves in the room bow their heads in submission.But none of them could themselves speak, they knew this was inevitable and nothing could be done about it, it was a natural cause but they feared their head would be served on a silver platter if they spoke."I said what's wrong with the king!?" He yelled again."The king is dying... He's dying of old age my Lord"Massive braziers encircling each of the eight sandstone columns light up the lower levels of the throne hall and engulf everything in a flickering radiance. The artistic depictions of legends on the arched ceiling dance in the flickering light while carved images look down upon the obsidian floor of this ceremonious hall.An onyx rug runs down from the throne and splits to encircle the entire hall while rounded banners with embellished decorations swing gently from the walls. Between each banner stand several tapers of various sizes, almost all of them have been lit and turn illuminate the sculptures of heroes and leaders below them.Thick, tinted glass windows are edged by drapes colored the same onyx as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with embellished borders and fine patterns.A radiant throne of granite sits atop an elevated platform and is adjoined by two almost identical seats for those closest to the royal highness.The throne is covered in symbolic illustrations an
Arayah sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the newspaper article in her hands. She had been trying to ignore it for days, but the more she tried to push it out of her mind, the more it seemed to consume her thoughts. She couldn't help but feel that something was off about the story, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to know the truth.She finally decided to bring up the topic with her parents, hoping they might have some answers. They were sitting in the living room, sipping on tea and chatting about the weather. Arayah nervously cleared her throat and interrupted their conversation."Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you about something," she said, holding out the newspaper article.Her parents looked at each other and then back at her. They seemed to sense the seriousness in her voice and put down their tea cups."What is it, dear?" her mother asked, taking the article from her hand."It's about this," Arayah said, pointing to the headline. "I want to tell you that I h
While she was walking side by side with her father, her mind just kept on wandering around the article she saw earlier that day.She just wished her parents could allow her to just give it a chance. She also didn't know why they were being hard on her."Why?" She asked herself, and when her father suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at her, she realized that she had asked the question loudly."It's nothing," she answered the questions in her father's eyes, and she continued walking, leaving her father behind.Arayah continued walking really fast, because she was really angry at her father. Her father started calling her to stop, and wait for him to walk beside her, but she kept on ignoring him until they got to the house.When they got home, Arayah had thought that her father already got over her ignoring him, but she was completely wrong.As she was about to go straight to her room, he forcefully dragged her backwards, and because of the force, she staggered backwards, holding the
Arayah couldn't believe her eyes as she caught a glimpse of the Prince, standing tall and regal at the head of the room. She felt her knees buckle beneath her as she cowered in fear, her heart racing in her chest. She was just about to make a run for it when she remembered her father's stern expression, warning her not to come to the banquet."Arayah, you must not go there. You are a vampire, and the humans and wolves will kill you once they discover what you are," her father whispered urgently.But Arayah was determined. She had heard about the banquet for months, and she had always dreamed of being a part of it. She had begged and pleaded with her parents until they finally relented and allowed her to attend.As she made her way towards the other twelve contestants, she glanced over at her parents, who were deep in conversation with some of the known members of the Pack. She felt a surge of fear and tried to hide when her mother seemed to have glanced over at them. The guard was ann
Arayah felt her heart racing as she forced herself out of bed. Despite the excitement she felt about meeting the Prince, the thought of the ridicule she faced from the other girls still lingered in her mind. With a deep sigh, she grabbed her towel and made her way to the bathroom, eager to wash off the remnants of the event from her skin.As she stepped into the warm bathwater, she let out a contented sigh, allowing the water to soothe away her worries. Her thoughts drifted back to the words the girls had said, and she felt a flicker of anger rise within her. She tried to push it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand - making sure her parents had no inkling that she had gone to the banquet.With a sense of determination, Arayah stood up from the bathtub and dried herself off, taking extra care to make sure she was completely dry. She then walked to her room and opened the drawer where she kept her dress. With gentle hands, she carefully removed the dress from the protective cove
It's been two weeks since the ball and I still can't shake off the memory of dancing with the Prince. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face and feel his arms around me. It's like a dream I never want to wake up from.But today, all of that changed in an instant. I was in my room, daydreaming as usual, when I heard a car stop outside my house. I ran outside to see a guard waiting by the gate. I had never seen a guard like him before. He was tall and muscular, with a stern expression on his face. He wore a black uniform with a red sash across his chest and carried a sword by his side.I approached him cautiously, unsure of what to expect. "Good day, miss. I am here to see your parents," he said in a deep voice. I was taken aback by his formal tone and immediately ran inside to call my parents. I found them in the living room and told them about the guard. They quickly got up and followed me outside.The guard introduced himself to me as Captain of the Royal Guard and handed over a l
"As you know, the Alpha is searching for a bride," my mother explained. "And he wants to get to know each of you better. He has chosen you to be one of his potential brides.""This is a great honor, Arayah, but the circumstances. We should be happy but at the same time, you can't afford to get noticed by him if you love yourself and you love us." my father said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You must go to the palace and do your best to make a good impression but make sure nothing happens between the both of you. Who knows? You might just be the one the Alpha chooses."As I sat there, I felt a hand gently squeeze mine. I looked over to see my mother giving me a reassuring smile, trying to comfort me. I could see the fear in her eyes though, a fear for me and for what could happen."Don't worry, my love," she whispered, "we will be praying for you every step of the way."I smiled weakly at her, grateful for her comfort but still scared. I knew my parents would do everything in their
The guard led me inside the room and as soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a very strange sight. There was a man sitting there, with a big round belly, bald head, and big bulging eyes. He was munching on a doughnut and when he saw us, he stopped mid-bite and looked at us in surprise.The office was a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, and there was an overwhelming smell of stale doughnuts in the air. It was clear that this man was not the most organised person in the palace.I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of this man, with crumbs all over his face and his round belly jiggling as he breathed. He looked up at us with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, clearly not used to being interrupted while he was eating.The guard stepped forward and said, "She is among the girls chosen by the Prince and her name needs to be registered."The man looked at me with disgust and said, "Are you sure? She looks like a peasant."The guard raised his voice and barked, "Of course, I'm su
Arayah returned to the Werewolf kingdom, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. The once fierce rivalry between werewolves and vampires had been replaced by an uneasy coexistence. The vampires, now a part of the kingdom, were provided with all the necessities for their survival, their presence a constant reminder of the fragile peace they sought.As she stepped foot into the familiar grounds of her home, Arayah's gaze searched for her foster mother, Lady Elara. They embraced tightly, tears streaming down Arayah's face as she poured out her conflicted emotions. "I never wanted this life of blood and death," she confessed, her voice choked with sorrow. "But I am grateful to you, Mother, for taking me in and showing me kindness when I was lost."Lady Elara held Arayah tenderly, her own eyes filled with empathy. "You are stronger than you realize, my dear," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "You have the power to shape your own destiny and bring about change. I believe
The decision was made, and the Alpha King's command echoed through the halls of the werewolf pack. The warriors were called off, their swords sheathed, and their battle cries silenced. It was a moment of respite, a brief pause in the storm of conflict that had ravaged their lands for far too long. The Beta, a trusted advisor and strategist, saw this as an opportunity to seize a chance for lasting peace between the werewolves and vampires.In the council chamber, tensions ran high as the members debated the proposed peace treaty. The councilors argued passionately, each presenting their own perspectives and concerns. Some were skeptical, their memories haunted by past betrayals and bloodshed. Others believed that the time had come to end the cycle of violence and forge a new path for their races.Amidst the heated exchanges, the Beta stood tall, his voice steady and commanding. He eloquently laid out his vision for a future where werewolves and vampires coexisted in harmony. He appeale
The sun rose on a new day, casting its golden hues across the land, but within the realm of the supernatural, darkness loomed. The tension between the vampire clan and the werewolf pack had reached a boiling point, and the fate of Amareux's sister hung in the balance.Amareux, determined to negotiate his sister's freedom, strode with purpose towards the heart of the vampire clan. The council awaited him, their cold gazes revealing their uncompromising stance. As he entered the council chamber, a hush fell over the room, the weight of their intentions suffocating the air."I demand my sister's release," Amareux declared firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his authority as the prince.The council members exchanged knowing glances, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, their leader spoke, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your sister is our only leverage over your pack. We will not release her until the werewolf kingdom is conquered and under our control."Amareux'
Deep within the shadowed halls of the vampire clan, Arayah found herself consumed by a burning desire for answers. The accusations of being a spy weighed heavily on her heart, and she could no longer bear the weight of suspicion. Determined to uncover the truth, she resolved to take matters into her own hands.With a resolute gaze and an unwavering determination, Arayah set out on a quest to expose the true spy. She delved into the depths of the castle's archives, poring over ancient tomes and hidden scrolls, searching for any clues that might lead her to the traitor within their midst. Each night, she stayed awake, tirelessly piecing together the puzzle, her mind ablaze with thoughts of justice and redemption.Finally, after days of tireless investigation, Arayah's efforts bore fruit. She stumbled upon a revelation that sent shivers down her spine—a name that resonated with both familiarity and betrayal. Naomi Cobalt, the handmaiden to the princess, the very same woman who had tended
AMAREUX. As I sat in the quiet solitude of my study, surrounded by books and the faint scent of parchment, my mind was consumed by the weight of the decision that loomed before me. Choosing a bride, a partner to stand beside me in the realm of royalty, was no simple task. It required a discerning eye, a keen intellect, and a heart untainted by bias.I had vowed to approach this decision with fairness and impartiality, to let the qualities of each woman speak for themselves, untainted by my own preferences or desires. Arayah, with her grace and enigmatic allure, had captured my attention from the moment I first laid eyes upon her. And yet, Meredith, with her confidence and assertiveness, held a different kind of appeal, a fire that burned bright in her eyes.But as the days wore on, and the tension between the two women grew palpable, I found myself increasingly disheartened by the turn of events. The accusations, the whispers of deception and betrayal, had clouded the atmosphere, cas
ARAYAH. In the hallowed corridors of the palace, I couldn't help but notice the shifting demeanor of Meredith, like a dark cloud casting its shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Her actions grew increasingly erratic, her words laced with venomous undertones that cut through the air like a poisoned blade. But as I bore witness to her descent into bitterness, an unexpected transformation took place within me.I found myself no longer invested in the nuances of her behavior. The petty games she played, the words she spat in futile attempts to tarnish my name, they no longer held any sway over my emotions. A sense of detachment settled upon me, like a protective armor shielding me from the arrows of her spite. The venom she exuded bounced off me, leaving me untouched and unaffected.It wasn't apathy that consumed me, but rather a newfound strength that rose from the depths of my being. The realization dawned upon me that I held power over my own reactions, that I had the ability to rise
AMAREUX.As the morning sun cast its gentle glow upon the land, I found myself awakening with a weariness that seemed to permeate every fiber of my being. It was as if the weight of the world had settled upon my shoulders, leaving me feeling drained and devoid of energy. I contemplated the day ahead, a day that was typically filled with endless meetings, negotiations, and administrative tasks. But today, I decided to deviate from the norm and grant myself a reprieve from the rigors of princely duties.With a heavy sigh, I made the conscious decision to forgo my usual routine and indulge in a much-needed respite. The affairs of the kingdom could wait, for today, I needed to tend to the weariness within my own soul. I sought solace in the simple pleasures of life, the ones that often eluded me amidst the demands of my royal obligations.Instead of venturing forth into the realm of politics and governance, I found myself guided by an insatiable hunger that was not easily sated. I made my
AMAREUX.As I allowed myself to sink deeper into the realm of slumber, a fragment of consciousness lingered, drawing my thoughts back to the pressing matter at hand. The delicate balance between Meredith and Arayah, two individuals whose lives had become intertwined in a web of accusation and mistrust, weighed heavily on my mind. It was imperative that I find a resolution, a way to bridge the chasm that threatened to engulf their relationship and prevent the seeds of hatred from taking root.The tendrils of concern wrapped around my thoughts, pulling me away from the peaceful embrace of sleep. I pondered the intricate tapestry of human emotions and the fragility of trust, understanding that the delicate threads holding Meredith and Arayah together were at risk of unraveling. It was my duty, as the arbiter of justice and harmony, to navigate this treacherous terrain and guide them towards reconciliation.With each passing moment, the magnitude of the task at hand became increasingly ap
AMAREUX.As I sat in my office, surrounded by a sea of paperwork, my mind wandered to the events unfolding within the council chambers. The Council, a group of supposed wise individuals, had taken it upon themselves to investigate Arayah, an act that had left a sour taste in my mouth. But I had long learned to navigate the treacherous waters of politics, to feign indifference when necessary, and so I buried myself in the task at hand.The documents sprawled across my desk, their contents a blur of words and numbers that demanded my attention. Yet, beneath the veneer of bureaucratic duties, a smoldering anger burned within me. How dare they cast doubt upon Arayah's integrity? How dare they question her loyalty and accuse her of being a vampire without a shred of evidence?I knew in my heart that Arayah was innocent, that the allegations were baseless and driven by nothing more than jealousy and fear. But in the realm of politics, truth often took a backseat to personal agendas and the