This is book 1 in the Royal Wolf Of Zidiah series. This book can be read as part of the series or as a standalone. Lillian Dalgaard, or Lilly to her friends, is the future Queen of Zidiah, a strong, powerful, rare wolf shifter and part vampire. With capabilities like no other, only a strong Alpha wolf will do as Lilly's mate. However, the mate she gains is not one she wants. Bastian is a powerful Alpha in his own right and runs his pack with an iron fist. He has no tolerance for rogues and even less for Lillian Dalgaard. When Bastain's men kidnap Lilly, locking her in Greenrock packs cells, they have no clue what they've set in motion. Realising that Lilly is his mate, Bastian rejects her on the spot, not realising he just rejected the future Queen and Omerian wolf that all men wish was theirs, leaving her to die. When the realisation hits, Bastian knows his only choice is to accept Lilly, or it could mean the end of both of them. Lilly, however, has other ideas. She will not accept Bastian, no matter what it costs. Lilly will fight for what's right, and Bastian Ashworth has no business believing that he can write the wrongs of the past between them. Will Bastain be able to show Lillian how wrong he was? Or will her mighty wolf tear him to shreds before the eyes of his pack? There are four books in the series - Alpha Verses Omerian book 1 The Romerian Alpha's Mate, book 2 - both available now. **I sincerely apologise for any confusion with this book and the second. I hope you will continue to read book 2 **
Lihat lebih banyak“Do you think he’s up there, looking down on us?” I wrap my arm around Lilly’s waist as we kneel before Harry’s grave. The Royal Cemetery is where the King demanded that Harry be buried. His grandson could be put to rest nowhere else. It wouldn’t have mattered if Harry had been an Ashworth; he was still a Prince of Zidiah. So, here is where my son is buried. Though I insisted that written upon Harry’s headstone, it should read, Harry Bastain Ashworth Dalgaard. Why my name? When Lilly and I mated, she said that it would be only fitting for Harry also to have my surname. Hers would have to be the predominant name as Harry would one day be King. Harry asked if Bastain could be his middle name. Goddess, he was so adorable when he asked
It’s been days, and Bastian is still sleeping.Nothing anyone does will wake him.I’m beginning to lose hope that he ever will.Every day, I sit with Bastian, and I give him bed baths. I make sure to keep his lips moist, so they don’t get chapped.Each night, I lay beside him, his hand in mine, and I pray that he’ll wake tomorrow.Lorcan hasn’t awoken in Luther’s body either. My mother stays with him in the next room, where they moved him the day I returned.I don’t understand what went wrong, but my father warned me that the Call of Prescha was not a good thing. It would only ever cause devastation. This is the price we have paid for Shayla invoking such a spell.I gave everyone the short version
“How did you get in here?! Where did my guards go?!”I watch Lian from my lazy position on her throne – one foot on the seat, the other on the floor. I have one arm resting over the knee that’s raised; the other holds a dagger of old.“It’s not like it was hard, and your guards are otherwise indisposed.” In other words, I made them disappear. I wouldn’t want them interfering, now would?“How the hell are you able to command my men?”“They’re weak, that’s how.”I smirk while twirling the dagger in my hand.It’s quite beautiful, really. The handle is filled with rare jewels of all colours. The silver blade is laced with the finest jade around, something Lian cannot come into contact
“Bastian, Bastian, Bastian. Why don’t you just give in? Then all of this will go away.”I grit my teeth at the celestial being in front of me.I don’t remember how I got here; all I know is that I woke with my hands shoulder-width apart and suspended in mid-air.I’m shirtless and barefoot. I’m sweating from being whipped so many damn times by Lian’s goons.For one so beautiful with those wings like fire, she sure is a sadistic bitch!I know nothing of Phoenix shifter’s and their port of worship. Hell, I’d never even heard of Lian until Krone spoke of her. Yet, here she is in front of me, swearing that I pledged to give myself to her in exchange for Krone and Shayla’s freedom.I did no such thing!I swore that I wouldn’t go looking for my sister. I did not agree to be this whore’s sex slave!That’s what Lian wants from me, to hand myself over to her, b
“Vasara! What the fuck is going on?” ‘Lillian, please don’t be afraid.’ “Afraid?” I scream at the ghostly woman who just apparated out of my wolf! Vasara and I were on our way to find Bastian after she informed me that I’d accidentally called him here. I don’t remember everything yet, but I remember enough to know that Thomas was never my mate. Bastian is my mate, and I need him with me. Vasara suddenly stopped walked and howled to the sky, then, this woman appeared. I almost shit myself! She said her name was Shayla and tried to explain how she got here and why she ended up sharing my soul. But I haven’t taken in anything she said. I don’t care if she’s looking for her mate also.
Ah, sweet freedom. I breathe in the fresh air and smile to myself. Here, in Lilly’s mind, there is no Luther, and this body belongs to me. I didn’t think it would be so easy to get Dad to agree to this, me entering Lilly’s subconscious mind. He was right when he said it would be dangerous for me to do this; it could kill me. I’m barely alive, so what does it matter if I die here? I didn’t lie when I said that Lilly means everything to me. I love my sister, and I would do anything to bring her back to the land of the living. It hasn’t been easy staying locked in Luther’s mind. It was even harder to get the prick to agree to this, but I didn’t give him much choice. There is no one else who can help Lilly through this; there is only m
Holy fuck, my head!Gingerly, I pull myself into a sitting position on the ground. I don’t know where I am nor how I got here; all I know is that my head is killing me.When I finally right myself, I slowly move my head to look around. The place looks like Dalgaard forest, and I’m breathing fresh air. But it also doesn’t seem real at the same time.I drag myself to my feet, clutching the nearest tree for balance.“Either I’m getting old, or I got hit by a truck,” I grumble while massaging the back of my neck.‘Neither,’ Comes a bored voice from behind me.I spin on the spot, eyes wide when I see the large black wolf with snow-white ears. He’s lazily lying on his front, looking at me.
There has to be something in these scriptures that will help me to understand how Lilly dragged Bastian into her subconscious.Call of Prescha is rare, so rare that I’ve never known anyone in my lifetime; invoke the call.As a Royal cub, I was taught many things about wolf kind. My grandmother was very strict and would often lock me in the library until she was satisfied I’d studied enough.My parents weren’t often around; they were King and Queen and were busy with their duties. Grandmother took over when it came to my education. As future King, she wanted to prepare me as she had my father before me.I had four siblings, one brother and three sisters, all younger than me. Grandmother didn’t let them get away without two hours a day of study each time. It didn’t matter that we spent six hours a day at
“She looks like she’s enjoying kicking that guy’s arse.” I laugh to myself.‘Not many wanted to spar with you.’ Vasara tells me. ‘You didn’t seem to know the difference between training and killing.’“Please tell me that I didn’t kill anyone,”‘No, you didn’t kill anyone here. You did break a fair few bones, though,” She chuckles.Vasara and I are sitting beside the lake, watching a vision of myself training with the Royal troops. I’ve been watching myself spar with a big built man by the name of Matthew.According to Vasara, I would often follow Luther to the training field. Luther trained the King’s warriors, and I felt the need to get in on the action.
For Goddess sake! How the hell did I end up like this? I take a walk in the forest belonging to my pack and end up a prisoner of a neighbouring pack. I don’t recall what happened, nor how I got here. All I remember is running in wolf form, then suddenly, nothing. I woke up in this dirty, stinking cell like some filthy rogue a while ago. Some dickhead threw clothes at me and told me to get dressed. I would have refused because I’m stubborn, but I didn’t want to be naked in front of him any longer. For some reason, I can’t mind-link my pack, my parents, nor my triplet counterparts. My brothers will be going out of their minds with worry. They’ve never been able to deal with me being too far away from them for long periods. No one knows why, and no one can explain it, though it may have something to do with me being their Omerian Alpha. An Omerian is the most powe...
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