(Damon/Leo)’s POVI sat on my desk, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of her.I thought of her eyes and how they looked in the sunlight. The thought was relaxing. The simple life I experienced with her was completely etched in my soul and I wanted it to last a lifetime.A knock came on the door before it gently opened and Ariana timidly walked in. My face instantly brightened.On meeting my eyes, she gave me a smile that seemed exhausted.“Are you alright?” I asked, standing up to walk to where she stood. Once I got close enough, she gently rested her head on my chest. “C’mon, talk to me.”“It’s Bach.”“What happened?”“He’s not responding—physically. He said a storm was coming and mentioned something about ghosts wanting to take revenge. I couldn’t reach out to him, he seemed… lost.”That wasn’t a good sign, “He has to learn how to shut it off before he loses his mind—permanently.”“What?”“People who possess telekinetic powers are still very much people and there’s a limit to what t
Ariana’s POVThat night, when Damon returned, I’d never seen him like that before.I waited for him, like I always did.There were visible signs of exhaustion in his eyes, something mental that he tried to cage away from me. But now something has caused it to be set lose and he didn’t know what to do with it anymore.I wondered if these things happening and recurring within the same length—if they were perfectly orchestrated. If my thoughts were said to be correct then there was something bigger waiting for all of us to unfold, for it to implode right in our faces.He said nothing, holding me in his arms, taking me to bed.When Damon struggled he kept mute for most of the time but he didn’t ignore he. He would most times just hold me, tighter than usual and said nothing.I wondered if there was a hidden tape on his lips that hindered him from expressing himself.Most times, it seemed like it.“Damon,” I called.He answered weakly. “Mm.”“Do you think I’ll be a good mother—just as mine
Ariana’s POVI ran.Fenrir was laying on the ground blood on the floor and on his entire body.With a shaky breath I approached him.He was awake but I could tell he was fighting to stay awake, at least until help came.With a quick inspection, I could already pinpoint out two major broken bones.He chuckled, “I won’t be able to use those arms for a while.”“For someone in pain, you’re quite chatty.”“How couldn’t I be? You look you’re about to break down.” I was.“I-I’m fine.”“Your boyfriend did this by the way.”“This is not the time for jokes, okay?” I shook my head, “Tell me what happened.”“He found us. I was with Bach and then he just appeared and decided we would be his punching bag for the day. Although he came for Bach especially before I intervened and nearly lost my life as you can clearly see.”I took in a deep breath inspecting the area. It was empty except for the four of us that inhabited the area.I turned to Bach, “Was he the one who gave you the bruise on your neck?
Ariana's POV"Are you trying to piss me off, Ariana? It's the third time already!"When I was wiping my bloody double-edged sword, my father was roaring at me, with something unreadable in his eyes."Calm down, your majesty." I said with a smirk playing on my lips, "If they can't beat me down, how are they worthy of marrying me?"For the happiness of my rest life, my father hosted Werewolf Power Contest: whoever could defeat me, the only princess of Warwick, whoever could be my husband.Unfortunately, none of them."Why are you always trying to win? You know you will not find a mate if you keep this up!" He was seething, spittle flying from his mouth as he spoke."And whose fault is that?!" I yelled back, eyes narrowing. "Whose fault is it that only the weakest Alphas appear at the contest? My father is the strongest Alpha of all continents after all!""Tone, Ariana, you're speaking to your father!" Mother chimed in. Her arms were folded and she stepped out of Father's shadows. "Arian
Ariana’s POVI 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. M
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