Dolly—“When did you say that Carol and the toddler had escaped? Do you mean the maid and her daughter?”Dean –“Who is this? Where is the princess?”Dolly –Sighing, I put the earpiece near Ashina's mouth so he could hear her mumbling and crying. As soon as I got the earpiece back in, I started speaking again.“Ashina, as you can hear, isn’t doing so well right now. I was and still am the royal family’s personal maid, and her mother is tending to her right now. Ashina walked into the past as her room hadn’t changed since that day, we rushed her out of there hoping she would make it to safety. We had no idea if she was still alive or not. Now who are you?”Dean --“How do I know I can trust you?”Dolly –“Really?”I asked, flabbergasted that this idiot would e
As Dean entered the bakery from the back, I think he had just changed into the clothes Seth had given them. There was a delicious scent of chocolate mint truffles in the air. Despite being in a bakery, I didn't get distracted until Dean's and my eyes met.The world stopped right then and there. This is when I knew for certainty there was no doubt in my mind that Dean was my mate. As my mouth hung open for what seemed to be an eternity, I was a little dismayed. In addition, I noticed that his eyes looked pained and even sorry.Since I was seventeen, I have always hoped that Rector would be my mate. As in so many fairytales, he would come back with Ashina someday, and we would ride into the sunset together. However, my life isn't a fairytale, and I could see from his eyes that Dean did not want me as a mate.Eventually, Dean calls me over and we leave together with the men hiding in the shadows following me as we make our way to the underground bunker that is hiding so many women and ch
Andor –I felt my heart sink into a void of sadness and despair. My alarm clock awoke to a cold bed. Ashina hadn't even slept in it as the pillow didn't bear her indent. Her scent was faint, and fear overwhelmed my senses. Just in boxers, I jumped out of bed and ran to the closet we shared, praying her clothes were still there.When I looked through her clothes in the closet, all her good clothes were still there. As I sigh, I'm relieved, but it lasts only a few seconds. Behind her well-placed shoes, I found her bag missing on the closet floor. This is the bag we packed for when we left to fight Malcolm.As I ran through each guest room and through the pack grounds, I didn't even care if I was still only wearing boxers. In fear and sorrow, my wolf started howling. It seemed my prayers weren't answered that day as I kept begging the moon goddess "Please let Ashina be here." How could I expect them to be here? I couldn't expect the Goddess to love me or my very own mate when my own fath
Amira –“What do you want Malcolm? Can’t I lie in my daughters’ room? Or are you jealous of what memories I have left of her?” Malcolm bumped my shoulder as he walked past me.“The guard heard you talking to someone. I am here to make certain you don’t have any other men in here. Looks like you were playing with dolls. Aren’t you a little old for that?” Malcolm glares at me with his normal hatred in his eyes.“Why does it look like the blankets are slightly imprinted on?” He stared at me with accusation in his eyes.“That is my butt print Malcolm, are you so insecure that a simple butt print on my daughter quilt makes you think I am having sex with whomever. Believe me, I have kept my mate bond, and I have also kept my promise to you. Now let my mate free!” I yell at him, knowing we have had this conversation a million times, and he is never going to let either of us free.
Andor –
Ashina ---In the minutes before my men and I left to find the bunkers, I could hear my father wailing in pain. Although I was about to turn and leave, I have heard that mates can feel each other's pain to an extreme degree. My mother's warriors were already sent back, so I hope my mother is okay and the warriors were able to get to her in time.The leaves of gold and brown were scattered around my father, who was retching on the ground. When I held my father, he kept screaming about a burn on his throat, and I asked what I could do. The sight of him suffering hurt my heart, and the feeling of estrangement I felt toward him made it worse. Until today, I barely remembered his face, and it isn't the same face I remember.The tears had flowed down my cheeks like rivers from the crevices of my eyes. Andor knelt down next to me while I lay on the ground holding my father through his pain. In order to help my mother, I needed to go back inside. In spite of the fact that his neck is free fro
Queen Amira –The pain I felt from Malcolm slashing my throat didn't hit me right away. The fall was more painful for me at first as my body had made a loud thud on the tiled floor in front of my throne. All these years, Malcolm partially starved me to try and break my spirit, causing my entire weakened body to tremble with pain.My powers will never be surrendered to Malcolm; I will not be broken by his cruelty. In order to accomplish this, he would need to mate with me and mark me. The thought of him touching my body would make me want to die. Why Malcolm hasn't taken me forcibly is that I must consent with my whole heart and soul to give him my power. As far as I am concerned, Malcolm will never be the other half of my heart and soul.There was a part of me that wanted to die, as then my powers would transfer to Ashina and her mate. The war could have been won so much more easily. Hopefully, the Goddess will take me, and I can give Ashina this gift, sin