Ariana’s POV
I resisted the urge to hiss at the arrogance in his tone.
“I’ve heard of it before,” I snapped. “You are famous for mining ore.”
“I see you’re well informed,” he let out a crooked smile. His black hair was fixed backwards, contrasting with his skin that looked like he’d never fought a battle before. “Harmonia’s ore is famous in all the kingdoms, but your beauty is so outstanding that I could hire the greatest goldsmith and give him the best ore to make an ornament for your head.”
This man was so tacky! I held back a sigh. And for some reason, my father found him amusing.
“That’s a way to put it, Damon,” Father laughed, taking a sip of his wine. “Ariana, would you show this handsome merchant around the palace? You too could get to know each other.”
It was the second time Father was calling him ‘handsome’ and it didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t understand what was so mesmerizing about Damon. He was just like every other alpha I beat today, except that he wasn’t even one. Merchants didn’t fight.
“Why do I have to do that?” I asked through gritted teeth. "There are plenty of servants to help him with that."
Damon flashed me an icy look at my words, and for some reason I felt chills run down my spine. Although a smile played on his lips, there was something about the way he looked at me; like I was a prey he was going to devour. And I had nowhere to run.
My thoughts were cut off by Father's words.
“Ariana, you will show our guest around the palace.” It was more of an order than a suggestion. “Damon is the greatest ore merchant from Harmonia, and you will not be the reason the kingdom suffers from a lack of resources. If all goes well and you marry him, he will give us ore for next to nothing. Do your job as a princess for once,” he whispered.
“I am not marrying Damon for ore, Father,” I whispered the best I could over the loud music. It wasn’t that I cared what Damon would think if he heard anyways.
“Please, take care of our guest,” Mother said loudly, and my eyes widened. She was trapping me now, and I couldn’t refuse now that the whole table was looking at me with anticipation.
I closed my eyes and pinched my nostrils and grudgingly rose to my feet. Damon followed suit.
God, he was tall!
“We will be on our way now, Father,” I bit back a scowl and yet again, Damon pulled out my seat. I strolled out of the banquet hall through the back entrance because I didn’t want to cause a scene. He strolled behind me as we stepped out of the hall into the brightly lit night.
“My apologies, Princess. If I was being overbearing.” He spoke again when we were a considerable distance from the hall. “But I must admit that you are a sight to behold–”
“That is the main palace where kingdom matters are dealt with.” I pointed to a hall we had just walked past, purposefully ignoring him.
“I presume you have never courted a–”
“This is the arena where we had the Werewolf Power Contest. Father uses it for ceremonies too.”
“I almost beheaded Elysee of Madya kingdom here.”
“Peach dresses bring out your best–”
“Damon,” I spat out and looked at the man who wore an amused smile. “I will appreciate it if we spoke about the palace you wanted to explore.”
I was about to keep walking when a sharp scent hit my nose. I froze in my track, excitement making me giddy. To make sure, I took a deep whiff of breath and could faintly smell the intoxicating chocolate moss that was supposed to be here with me instead of this merchant that treated the excursion as a questionnaire.
My love was here! Jasper was close by!
Without sparing Damon a second glance, I sprinted away in the direction of the scent with a grin enveloping my face. I didn’t look back to see if Damon was following me, all I wanted to see, all my body needed to feel was Jasper. His scent grew stronger the faster I ran, till I was in the garden, a few inches away from our love tree.
And there he was! I could vaguely make out his silhouette in the dark garden till my eyesight adjusted itself to see him.
"Jasper!" I yelled out excitedly. But the next thing I saw nearly sent me reeling.
I froze. He was hunched against a body, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he took fast thrusts into a woman who was bent over, her fingers clutching the tree bark as she moaned wildly.
I blinked twice, my body trembling as I stared at my fated mate having sex with another woman!
Ariana’s POVIt felt like I had been dunked with ice water. I could not move. It was as though the oxygen to my lungs had been cut off. I must have been standing there for a full minute, eyes wide open and my feet planted in the ground.The sounds of grunts and moaning carried itself along with the mate’s scent. I could hear the voice that once called my name with tenderness, mouth profanities in her ears, thrusting even harder and whipping his head back in delight.And then his eyes caught mine. Seeing his face in full view gave no room for denial. My heart shattered.“J-Jasper?” I croaked out.Instantly, chaos ensued. He shoved the woman away roughly and jumped back with a gasp. His eyes were wide like he had just seen a ghost.“Why? You’re the only one stood by me against my parents, so what the hell I fought for these three years!?” I yelled.Disappointment, anger and pain made my eyes sting with unshed tears.“Ariana, I-I-I can explain…” He stuttered as he frantically reached for
Damon’s POVI frowned as I watched her go, pacing after her till I blended into the shadows. My heart was beating rapidly as I re-lived her feisty dark eyes and how they told me off.Surely the rumors of Princess Ariana of Warwick were true. I had seen women in their hundreds before, I have lived ten times the lifetime of the minstrels who walked the surface of all four continents. Rot in hell with the elementals? I bit my bottom lip, smirking at thin air. The wind and leaves rustled in response, they were laughing with me. Such a man had no place with my people.I was an elemental myself, born of pure blood elementals who were wiped out thousands of years ago. If I hadn’t found my way to the Kingdom of Warwick, I may have been sitting at my throne, watching the boring jester who poked fun at the absence of a mate by my side. I’d gotten tired to obliterating them, so I just let him do what he wanted. I did try. I walked through all the kingdoms in search of a mate, and desperation was
Ariana’s POVMy feet never stopped, it kept running, running far away from that place. It felt like if I ran long enough then maybe I’d forget, but I knew that was a lie.With each stomp of my feet it felt like it was closer than before. My wolf was in so much pain, with each howl it felt like her claws dug in my chest, attempting to rip my heart out, unsuccessfully, and with each scratch of her claws, it made me want her to take my heart out and for my impending death to finally find its way to me.The weight of my gown caused me to lose my breath quicker and there was a rage that bloomed inside of me, mixed with severe humiliation.I wanted him to see me like this in this form, beautiful and proud, I did this all for him. I never felt the need to prove myself to anyone but for Jasper I would do anything just so I was worthy.And yet…Suddenly, I halted in my tracks and screamed, clutching my chest. My knees gave out and I sank to the ground, profusely weeping.The pain of rejecting
Ariana’s POVUsually, when another entity was close by especially enshrouded with such a demanding aura, I’d notice.Anyone should notice. Heck I was an exceptionally trained warrior who had willingly undergone one of the most torturous trainings. My senses were always on alert.Yet, I didn’t notice him until he spoke, until he wanted us to be aware of his physical presence and that startled me—no, it terrified me because in a different situation I’d be dead without a doubt.This incident led me to another pressing question; who exactly was this man?With how much aura he was currently possessing, it forced me to focus solely on him. It felt like a tornado, determined to pull everything and everyone to it.He was closer now and Jasper seemed to have withdrawn farther away from me.“Hello, princess.” He said, taking a few steps closer, an amused smile dancing on his lips.I’d always hated being called princess because it signified the odds against me I’d been fighting since birth but n
Ariana’s POVRegardless of how strange I thought the situation to be, I had a duty to do. I quickly called on a patrol guard, requesting for the presence of about three more on duty guards.“Yes, your highness.” He said, bowing curtly and hurrying off.“What are you planning on doing?” Jasper asked.“We’re going to get Lorna and your unborn child justice. We’ll find the bear.” I turned to Damon, “You said it was a black bear, right?”He nodded in confirmation.“Alright,” I said, pacing around.Something about this didn’t feel right. This was Warwick territory and there was a strict policy that prevented bears or any other wild animal from killing werewolves in our jurisdiction. One hardly saw wild animals or monsters around here.During training wolves had to walk a lot further from the territory to see any wolf animal or bears so how did one, especially one who willingly killed a pregnant omega get so close. Better yet, how did the bear even get in?“Your highness.” I paused in my tr
Jasper’s POVAriana didn’t realize I had been following behind her, even though I had been repeatedly calling after her.What was happening? Why didn’t she notice me?The possibilities were endless but the stranger with the eyes of rubies that reminded me of death came to mind.What game was he playing? Did he want the throne too? I wouldn’t let him. I was the only one who deserved that throne, I’d slaved for nearly all my life for it, being at the foot of that brat.If only I could break her knees then maybe she’d realize she was too fast for a supposed princess. My canines were sharp with anger.I fastened my footsteps, grabbing her right hand by the wrist. Startled, she grabbed my hand on hers using extensive force I didn’t imagine possible. The intense roughness of her grip startled me causing me to instantly regret what I’d done.She twisted my wrist with dense instantaneous pressure just enough to cause pain and restrict my blood flow. I groaned out.“You fucking bi—" In seconds
Damon’s POVI had been cursed with the ailment of longing.Thousands of years accompanied by loneliness had truly driven me mad, yet I couldn’t stop. For the first time in a long time, I dreamt and yearned for someone to be by my side.Was this maddening yearning the punishment I had received from the moon goddess?Even while I departed from Ariana she still overtook my senses and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Then there was the pulverizing anger that came over me anytime I remembered that ugly beta that had sent her into ruins with his actions. The beta she still had affection for.All throughout yesterday she couldn’t leave my mind even while I worked.I remembered not even paying attention to the black shadow when he called to inform of a job well done. All I wanted was to be close to her again and for her to smile at me once more.I couldn’t stop thinking about our day tomorrow and the endless possibilities that came with it. Would she finally notice she was destin
Ariana’s POVUnlike Jasper, I didn’t feel the lingering shadow of doubt every time the merchant spoke and a part of me knew that was dangerous.Why?Truth called to me like the single red thread of fate, and I couldn’t ignore it, the same way I couldn’t ignore him.So while the necklace dangled in front of me, with the initial ‘D’ illuminating with the sun, catching my gaze, my thoughts wandered.Accepting the condition resembled taking one’s life by jumping from the top of a tower and the question here was, would he jump after me, accepting the fate that came with landing?No, I’d be the one watching as he fell, yet drawing me to follow him. What promises could a merchant fulfill and what confidence did he have that leaned me so close to believe in him without a doubt?Questions I’d dreamt of while I slept awakened, sent me in an existential fit.Why was I truly doing this? What was my true ambition? I tried to repeat it to myself.I’m Princess of Ariana, the warrior of the Warwick K