The sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the empty bed next to her. Eleanor rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling a mix of disappointment and confusion. The memories from the previous night slowly started to filter in as she got out of bed, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was all just a vivid dream.She remembered the feeling of Drakken’s strong arms wrapped around her, the way his hands explored her body, and the sounds of their passion echoing in the room. But as she looked around her bedroom, there was no sign that any of it had actually happened.She walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, trying to clear her head. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a bruise on her neck and a love bite on her shoulder. The evidence of the previous night's activities was right there in front of her.Last night, she had finally given in to her pent up desire for Drakken. They had shared an intense and passionate night, filled with the heat of their bodie
Eleanor stepped into the clinic and immediately, the buzz of whispers filled the room. People stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her, their eyes filled with disdain and anger. Word had spread fast, and everyone knew what she had done. They saw her as a traitor, a murderer who had killed their beloved Queen.Gossip spread like wildfire, and soon, the entire clinic was talking about Eleanor. People muttered to each other, casting hateful glances her way. She could feel their judgmental eyes on her like she was a pariah, an outcast among them. The once friendly faces of the clinic staff now looked at her with suspicion and hostility.Eleanor felt like a prisoner in her own skin, trapped in a world where she was hated and reviled for something she had no control over.As she walked through the clinic, she could feel the weight of everyone's disapproval bearing down on her. She tried to keep her head held high and her back straight, but inside she was breaking. She knew tha
Eleanor remained in her room for what felt like an eternity. The walls of her room seemed to close in on her, and the lack of human interaction was starting to take its toll.She tried to busy herself with reading, writing and practising her game of archery, but the emptiness of her days was starting to weigh on her. She missed the clinic tremendously. She recollected the first time she was sent there, she had thought her life had come to an end. However, with the days that passed and all the knowledge she had acquired there, including the wonderful people she met during treatments, the place had come to become special to her. Eleanor's only solace was the occasional visits from her maid, who would bring her food and supplies. But even those visits were brief and lacked the human connection she so desperately craved. The emptiness was starting to turn into depression, and Eleanor didn't know how much longer she could bear it.She longed for the freedom of the outdoors. She couldn't
Eleanor felt a rush of embarrassment even after leaving Drakken’s study. A large pool of heat rose to her cheeks at being seen with him in such a compromising position by his friends. Again. What must his friends think of her, sleeping in his study like that till morning?But she realized that she had stayed with him because she knew how much he needed her. He had been going through a tough time lately, and she wanted to be there for him, despite everything.It would not bring back the Queen, however, it might help quell the guilt she feels at being the cause of the Queen’s death. As she walked down the hallway of the palace, Eleanor couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.She tried to ignore it and continue on her way to her room, but the feeling only grew stronger. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and was met with the piercing gaze of the vampire princess, who was standing at the far end of the hall.Eleano
Eleanor gasped and stepped back from the door, holding her chest. Her heart was racing and her mind was filled with confusion as she tried to process what she had just witnessed. How and when did Benjamin and Merit develop an intimate relationship?They were a pair Eleanor never imagined together. How did they even get that close?The sound of footsteps came from her right and her heart skipped as she turned to face one of the clinic's newly stationed guards.He was a tall man, with a stern expression and a flashlight in his hand. "What are you doing here so late at night?" he asked, his voice deep and intimidating.Eleanor peered nervously at the door to the storage room, praying that Benjamin and Merit wouldn't emerge just yet.She tried to keep her voice low as she approached the guard, but he seemed not to understand the urgency of the situation."Please, sir, can you keep your voice down?" she whispered.The guard raised an eyebrow. "I'll have to ask you to leave."Benjamin stepp
Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest. He got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, turning on the cold water in the shower. As he stood under the stream, he let the water wash away the remnants of the dream. He tried to tell himself that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.But as he got dressed and made his way to his table and poured himself a glass of water, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. Eleanor was the only stranger in the pack his mother could be referring to. He couldn't help
Drakken was fast losing his hold on reality as Eleanor’s hand stroked him forth and back, using his precum as a lubricant to work him up.Eleanor didn't know what initially possessed her. All she knew was that she wanted his hands on her, or hers on his. Whichever way worked for her. Drakken had been slightly withdrawing from her. She could sense it. Maybe it was the mate bond.She had to remind him of the sparks they shared, how good he delighted in her hand on him. Eleanor continued to stroke where he was the most sensitive. Her breaths came out in light pants and his scent only made her more drunk on him at the atmosphere."Eleanor..." he let out a light breath of air. He was fast approaching his limit of what he could take, so her name on his lips was more like a slight warning.Eleanor heard it clear as day but was already far too gone to care. His skin felt so smooth, so hard, yet soft and when she got to his tip, the bit of wetness make her stroke him easier. Eleanor was mesme
Drakken sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the door as he awaited Emma's arrival. He was eager to hear what she had uncovered about their mother's death. When she finally entered the room, he could see the exhaustion etched on her face."Well?" he asked, not wasting any time. "What have you learned?"Emma sighed and began to speak. "The potion Eleanor used on our mother was a foreign one. It's nothing like I have ever seen." Drakken listened carefully, his mind racing as he processed the information. "Such potions can only be concocted by powerful witches that come from a particular coven. But they're extinct now. Which means someone truly set Eleanor up. We just don't know who yet."Drakken let out a sigh of relief. It was confirmed now. Eleanor really didn't kill his mother. He had feared the worst, but was grateful for the truth that set his mind at ease."Do everything you must to find who did it," he declared. "What do you know about night sleepwalkers?"Emma lifted a brow at his