“Don’t you think this is all a bit much?”
Luther rolls his eyes at me. “This is how things are done here, Bastian, get used to it. Lilly is the future Queen, and the Royal pack wants to celebrate her mating.”
I get all of that, but all this extravagance is ridiculous. The mansion has been decorated for a ball; every room is filled with fancy decorations. It’s all fit for a princess and her mate, but I am not used to this kind of thing.
I was fifteen the last time I attended a ball at Dalgaard Mansion. Even then, I ignored what was going on around me because I had better things to do. I can’t ignore it now because it’s been held or me.
Goddess, help me get through this.
‘You’re ridi
“Bastain,” I groan out his name as he relentlessly ploughs into me. Bastain and I have been fucking for hours on end. Our appetites for each other seems never-ending. After Bastain was inducted into the Royal pack, we stayed a little over an hour at the after-party. I left Harry with my mother, who laughed while telling me to enjoy the evening. She knew where Bastain and I were headed, and I didn’t correct her. What would be the point? Of course, as soon as we entered my bedroom, we tore each other’s clothes off, literally. I dropped to my knees and finally tasted my mate. Goddess, he tasted perfect! Bastain fucked my mouth the way he fucks my pussy. He choked me then came down my throat so hard, his seed spilt from the sides of my mouth.
One Month Later.“How do we keeping missing her?”“I don’t know, Bastian,” Leander sighs. “But Lillian has definitely been here.”I look around at the carnage. Dead bodies litter the ground as far as the eye can see, torn apart as though their lives meant nothing.This is the fourth small village we’ve come across where every pack member has been slaughtered. There is never one man, woman or child left alive.There is no doubt who has done this when it’s pretty obvious. Lilly has been through here just as she did the other villages.When Lilly ran into the forest last month, she never returned. I had to deal with the aftermath
“I never realised it would be so easy to set you up,” That laugh goes through me. Thomas laughs like one of those wicked witches you hear about in storybooks.I wish I could say the man was ugly to look at, but he’s not. He’s not the best looking man in the world, but I’ve seen far worse.But what Thomas has in looks, he lacks in personality. Plus, he never wears a damn shirt! I don’t give a shit about his six-pack that he keeps boasting about; my mate has an eight pack!When I ran from my family, I did so through grief. I hadn’t planned on staying away so long, just long enough to come out of shock.I ran so far and so long that by the time I stopped, I collapsed. I slept for I don’t know how long, and when
It’s been a further week with no clues leading to Lilly’s whereabouts. Luther decided that we needed to head back to the mansion to regroup. I didn’t want to head back; there’s nothing there for me right now. But what choice did I have other than going out alone? It feels as though we’ve searched every inch of Zidiah. We even sent people into the human world in case Lilly had gone there. But again, there was no sign. Chris sent some of the best warriors in Greenrock to help look for Lilly. They arrived this afternoon and are already working with the Royal troops on the plan’s next step. Orrin also called Tobias, the oldest living dragon shifter in existence, the first of his kind. Tobias is hundreds of thousands of years old, and Orrin hopes Tobias knows who Thomas is and where he came from. Each shifter of every species is ruled by their King or Queen, Emperor or Empress. Every monarch has data on every person in their realm. Though I’m sure,
It was all too easy to manipulate Lillian Dalgaard.Who would have thought killing her son would have her so grief-stricken she’d become mine?Why didn’t I think of it before?I had hoped by taking out her son, Lilly would die from grief. Her mate would follow, then the Queen and so on.I thought the plan was foolproof. Then I ran into Lilly, and everything changed.I was harsh, to begin with, I’ll be honest. I wanted to keep Lilly here and slowly kill her. But then, I started to feel something I’d never felt before.I wanted Lilly for my own. The problem with that is Lilly already has a mate, and the mate bond was strong.When I was growing up, my mother told me of the bond between mated wolves. She said that no m
“Thomas!” I scream his name while rushing towards him. He’s choking, but I can’t see why. It doesn’t make sense, there is nothing wrapped around his throat, but he’s trying to pull something away. “Stay where you are, Princess Lillian.” I stop in my tracks and blink at the handsome man addressing me. He seems familiar, but I can’t recall where I’ve seen him before. “What the hell have you done to this girl, Thomas? You have her parading around in next to nothing; the Princess of Zidiah!” “Please, let him go,” I beg, but the man shakes his head with a smile on his face. “Please?” “I can’t do that, Lilly. This man is wanted for treas
Listening to Tobias explain how he found Lilly is breaking me. Thomas has fucked with Lilly's mind so much that she believes they’re mates. All the times Lilly has been with Thomas, they’ve engaged in a relationship, even sexual. All those times I felt weak or pain in my body, it was because Lilly had been intimate with that monster. My heart is broken. I know I can’t blame Lilly for the things that have happened; none of it was her fault. But it doesn’t stop the pain. That motherfucker Thomas is the one to blame, the one I will tear to pieces! He beat Lilly whenever she wouldn’t or couldn’t do what he wanted. He humiliated her and turned my mate into someone unrecognisable. Orrin believes that if Lilly weren’t dealing with the gri
“Thank you for this,” I smile at Xylia.“You are most welcome, my dear.”I didn’t sleep well last night. Blood Fire Castle is a vast place and is quite creepy. All the strange noises kept me awake most of the night.I also couldn’t stop thinking about Thomas. No one had mentioned him, nor would they speak of Thomas when asked.Grace, however, slept the whole night through. She’s been surprisingly well-behaved since we arrived here. Xylia explained that perhaps Grace feels safe here; therefore, I should not worry so much.I was feeding Grace from the bottle Myra brought to me this morning when Xylia came to my room. She smiled at me as I lay Grace down, then asked if I found my accommodation comfortable.How could I not?
“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.