DRAVENPressure. Unending pressure. It’s what I’ve known all my life. From the minute I was born, the pressure followed me everywhere. It became a part of me, from infant into adulthood. I learnt to handle it, but some days could be worse than others, and today happens to be one of my terrible days. After the scene I’d just walked into with Donovan and my mate, my beast only craved one thing. Blood.The last few days have been horrific. Asides from the pressure from the council and kinsmen to hasten the mating ceremony, I’d had to deal with different conflicts rising here and there within and outside the palace. Our borders were breached again. Plus, the issue with Silver Moon pack that my mate once belonged to. After the unruly behavior of the alpha’s son and seeing those scars on my mate’s back, I was determined to shut down the entire pack. Esme had told me she wasn’t one of the favorites in her pack, and I had the gut feeling that they had all one way or the other contributed to
ESMERAYThe days that followed were catastrophic for me. It feels like after the incident with Donovan, Draven vowed not to leave me idle or let me away from his sight. I felt relieved though knowing that Donovan was no longer in the Lycaon palace and would not pose a threat to me anymore, but now I had to work, train, and attend meetings with Draven, which frankly speaking wasn’t as exciting as I’d envisioned it to be.The first two days in the office had me almost running mad. It was hard to understand half of the tasks delegated to me and Draven wasn’t a very patient person or good at explaining. There was so much to do and even though I was given the littlest tasks, I spent hours trying to put them together. I was slow, but thankfully, Draven hadn’t complained about my incompetence. Initially, the office set up for me was opposite his, but he’d moved my desk to a section of his office just so he could keep an eye on me. When I got lost on what to do sometimes, it was hard to ask
“You are getting stronger, but still not strong enough to carry my mark,” Those were his first words when he laid me gently on the bed “You do know, little mate, that I cannot postpone the mating ceremony any longer,” The bed dipped when he climbed in beside me.I closed my eyes as he pulled me close, wishing I could avoid his words. I have attended a few meetings with the kingmakers, and although Draven defended me before them, we couldn’t put it off much longer. They have wanted for a long time to make Draven their king, and now that he found his mate there was no reason for the postponement.Truthfully, Draven didn’t have to postpone the mating ceremony any longer. Whether I was ready or not shouldn’t matter, except he was skeptical about me keeping any more secrets. I wonder what has become of Silver Moon and Alpha Thane now that his beloved son was dead. And Ailana. I miss her, but I fear that I’d never have the opportunity to see her again and it saddened me. Once the mating cer
“You both look good together. You know I didn’t think for a second that a man like Prince Draven will settle for a woman like you,” Lady Abigail said ‘you’ in the most demeaning way I’d ever heard anyone say it. She was sorting through a large drawer in an ancient house that was stacked with different royal attires. Each attire had its own history and she earlier explained that every incoming Luna got a chance to choose the regalia she wanted on her mating ceremony as opposed to the belief that a particular dress was passed from one queen to another.“Abigail, I need to apologize to you,” I started, but her cold laugh stopped me short. She stopped searching the drawer and turned around to face me. I chose to ignore her cynical look and continued “The other time I accused you…”She raised a hand to silence me “You have nothing to apologize for, Esmeray,” she stopped and sighed “Briana was my only daughter, and she was beautiful….” She started to reach into her garment pockets where she
Abigail had fallen on her knees and cried at my feet after that, but I didn’t fall for her crocodile tears, I knew better. She killed her own daughter and blamed Draven for what happened. What sort of mother is she? But I chose not to dwell too much on that and focus on preparing myself for the mating ceremony which was kicking off in less than ten minutes from now!The other royal luna’s of the noblemen in the Lycaon palace had taken up the responsibility of getting me prepared for the mating ceremony after I made it clear I didn’t want Abigail around me anymore. I’m not sure what gave me the courage to dish out orders but no one disobeyed or questioned them. If I was going to be acting the role of their Luna, it was better to stop showing any signs of weakness around them. I hadn’t seen Draven since he handed me over to Abigail two days ago, but I was eager to see him in the next few minutes. He’d been tied up with duties of his own and wrapping up preparations with the kinsmen. Af
Second chances are very rare, and some believe it to be impossible. It is a known fact that only those highly loved by the moon goddess were given second chances.After Zayden, I never hoped to have a mate because I didn’t want Mena to suffer the same things in the hands of another man. I was better off alone, but I’m sure the moon goddess is seated cross-legged and laughing at me right now. How is this possible?As my eyes slowly started to flip open, I was half expecting it to be a dream, but it wasn’t. It felt too real, and the scent still surrounded me, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. My hands tingled from where someone held me. The electric current traveled up my arms and went directly to my brain, making it hard for me to think.“You are awake,” his deep, rough voice held a little bit of concern, or is it my imagination? This man didn’t care for me, and there should be an explanation of what is going on right now. I snatched my arms away from his. He frowned, giving me a d
DRAVENAs I held this frail being in my arms, I knew I was in trouble. I managed to appear calm on the outside, but on the inside, it was taking all the power I possessed not to rip her clothes off, right here in the middle of the ball, and take her in all the ways I’d dreamt of in the last three weeks. Mine.My beast was shuffling in my head, agitated, wanting to have his mate so badly. I’d committed her scent to memory in the last three weeks after finding out we were mates. When she was away in the temple, I occasionally had to sniff any piece of clothing she had to keep me sane. Her scent enveloped every part of me, and I was counting down the minutes until I finally marked her.I waited for this all my life, and now that it was in my hands, hell knows I’d never let it go. One of the hardest things I had to do in the last three weeks was keep my hands to myself and not tell her she was mine. I wanted to claim her as many times as possible. I want to be locked up in a room with he
ESMERAYMy thoughts were with my mate for the remaining parts of the event, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over so that I can be alone with him. I felt different wearing his mark, I felt stronger, and my need for him was becoming unbearable. The sexual drive was high. I watched him closely as he addressed the crowd, my hands reaching to caress his mark on my neck. I swallowed thickly. I was hungry, but not for food.“You can’t wait to be alone with him, huh?” Scarlett nudged me. I turned to her and gave a weak smile. I’d almost forgotten she was seated next to me looking all radiant next to her mate. “You do not need to be shy. It’s normal,” she added with a wink.I blushed “I feel weird,” I confessed. I looked over to where he stood again, and that’s when I saw her. My best friend. Glaring at me. She shook her head and turned from me, heading for the exit.“Whats up with that one?” Scarlett nodded in her direction and then looked back at me.“Old friend,” I whispered, and I shrugge