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Aeron I awoke at 4 a.m., finding Jasmine nestled peacefully in my arms. Perhaps I had been a bit too intense, as she had fallen asleep promptly after our time together. I just couldnât stay away, nor could I help myself. She had that much of a hold on me and I wasnât going to deny it. Despite my occasional overzealous nature, I made a conscious effort to treat her with tenderness. Jasmine wasn't just another girl from my past; she was different, special, and exclusively mine. I refrained from treating her as I had others in the past out of respect for her uniqueness. My unrestrained tendencies persisted, and to my surprise, she seemed to handle them well, perhaps even enjoying them. Recalling the dinner with her parents, I struggled to maintain composure. It struck me that both her father and mother referred to her as Princess, a term I also used, though it felt peculiar. I knew I needed to come up with a more fitting pet name that encapsulated my feelings for her. It didn't take lo
Jasmine I couldn't believe Aeron had given me a pet name. I could understand his need to do so since my parents call me Princess, too, but it seemed he had put a lot of thought into it. Calling me his little sun made me feel like the only light in his darkness, as he repeatedly told me in his own twisted, dark way. I knew Aeron was a complicated guy, and maybe we would move at a gradual pace; as long as he had eyes for only me, I was okay with it. His hands were on my bare tight, and I would lie if I said the prospect of his hand moving up and invading between my legs did not flood my mind. It did. It was all I could think of. I imagined his finger inside me and maybe him parking the car somewhere and satiating my need, but I was too shy to ask for it. There was something about my feelings for Aeron that made the request close to impossible. I would rather give off the signals and hope he picks them up and obliges. I just couldn't ask. I looked at him as he focused on the road a
~Mathias~ I thought spending a night in the Clip would purge her out of my system, but who was I kidding? Those big brown eyes haunted me throughout my encounter at the club, and I had to call it quits. She was a fucking stranger. One I should have no business with. The moment I laid eyes on her in the hospital while my father questioned her brother, I was doomed. How the fuck would I tell my people she was the one? Fate had decided their Queen would be a stranger from Pictoria, someone who might be a traitorâthe spy who might be in league with the mad King of Pictoria to steal our continent and murder our people. It was all fucking too much, and there was no one to discuss it with. As the night winds howled outside the Clip, I tossed and turned on the cold, uninviting bed. I had long chased my companions away. None of them would ever do it again. I was utterly fucked. The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows on the bare walls. The scent of cheap air fresheners lingered, star
~Mathias~ I left my father's office and decided to check on my mother. I knew she would be having breakfast in the garden. It had been a long time since I spent time with her. Thirty minutes with her before going on the errand my father sent me would be harmless. I strolled through the grand halls of our palace, the echo of my footsteps a familiar sound. The scent of polished wood and aged books filled the air as I made my way to the kitchen. I hoped Aunty Ania was responsible for the pastries for breakfast. She was a culinary genius, and her pastries were the epitome of indulgence. I went to the kitchen and picked up an apple pie before heading to the garden. I had been subjected to a lot of shitty confectionery on my trip, and now that I was back, I planned to stuff my face with Aunty Ania's pastries until I got the longing out of my system. The garden was a sanctuary of tranquillity, a lush haven adorned with vibrant flowers and the soothing melody of chirping birds. I found my
Aeron Speaking of heartless, I could peg Jasmine as that with the way she assaulted my senses on our ride to Snow. She was a beast and held nothing back. Suddenly, I began to suspect that I might be unable to keep up. The look in her eyes, while her back was against the car door of the passenger's seat while I drove, remained engraved in my mind. I had to slow down and bring the car to a halt eventually. Razor was going crazy, and there was no denying him his fill. Even though I managed to drive us to Snow in one piece, my mind was utterly fucked. When Aunty Rukky said she had been expecting me, I knew it had nothing to do with the call the king made to his mother to inform them of our visit. It was much more. I could not shake the feeling that she was the one in my dream. The dream that I had managed to escape Stasia. It still bugged me why Stasia would refer to me as her king and advance toward me in my dream. Could it be magic, or was my mind playing tricks on me? Whatever it
Aeron We sat in silence for a bit while I let what Aunt Rukky said sink in. "What if the dream walker isn't close to her. How will she get the ability?" Grandfather asked her. "She has to establish a form of connection. Maybe the dream walker accidentally wandered into her dream, or she has a scrying magic. Anything is possible where Stasia is concerned. She is completely sold to the Dark. It is bound to give her unfathomable powers." Rukky said and chuckled. "If only King Mustapha knew her source, he wouldn't be so trusting, seeing that his main aim is to free our people from the Dark. It is a twisted state of being," she said with a light chuckle, but I found no humour in her words. I still couldn't shake off the fact that I wasn't safe from Stasia in my dreams. "I did not know what drew me to you the other night, but I am glad I was in that dream. Stasia wants something from you, and being her king isn't one of those things," she said with a matter-of-fact tone that let me know
Jasmine Ivory looked really stressed out, and I was worried. She had only been around for two days, and Rukky had managed to stress her this much. I didn't know how important the training was, but I believed Rukky should lay off a bit. After dinner, Aeron decided to catch up with his Grandfather while I decided to catch up with Ivory and Grandma. We went to the parlour immediately while Aeron went to the study with Gaddafi. I didn't know where Rukky went, but she wasn't my favourite person right now, seeing how she had managed to stress my sister out. "How's your trip over here, dear?" Grandma Isabelle said, serving me a glass of wine and handing a bottle of juice to Ivory, who opted for water instead. There was a look in Grandma's eyes that stated she had figured something out but was waiting for me to talk to her about it. I took a sip of the wine, feeling the warmth spread through me as I gathered my thoughts. "It's been good, Grandma. The journey was tiring, but we made it here
Jasmine I retired to my room after two glasses of wine. I didn't want to overdo it, but at the same time, I wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone. I Knew Aeron was a decent guy, and he might want to respect our grandparents by staying away since they hadn't permitted us to share a room. The thought of that alone made me eager to want to leave, maybe go on a tour so we can get to spend the remaining days together. "He wasn't modest at the palace; I doubt he will stay away," Xai said, and I had to shut her up from being hopeful. "The palace is huge, and people come and go. This is a home. There is a difference, Xia," I told my wolf, and I swear I felt her chuckle. I showered and decided to slip into one of the T-shirts I had seized from Aeron. I had come with one of them. I wore it with nothing underneath and lay in bed. I was comforted by his scent but afraid I might slip into another vivid dream, so I remained awake. Ivory and Rukky might be near, but the fear was still over
Five Years Later Aeron I sat in the midst of a garden of wildflowers in New Pictoria, a place that had once been a barren desert but now thrived and bloomed, thanks to the magical fire I possessed. The prophecy had unfolded, and my life had come full circle, bringing me to a point of perfect contentment. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, my eyes traced the playful scene before me. My twins, Ellie and Adam, chased each other around with unbridled joy, their laughter echoing through the air. A fluffy little puppy named Maxwell, named in jest to tease my Beta Mansoor, joined the playful chaos. Jasmine, wearing a serene blue cotton gown, approached me and took a seat beside me on the grass. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment, a dream that I had once envisionedâalbeit one that Stasia had invaded and tried to disrupt. Yet, here I was, surrounded by the laughter of my children and the warmth of Jasmine by my side. "
Jasmine The wedding day had finally come. Ironically speaking, my parents made sure it took place on the date we had originally selected. Even though I was pregnant, I wasn't showing yet, but I was excited. Since Aeron told me about the kingsâ offers, I have been glad. It meant I wouldn't be too far from home. I was glad and nervous at the same time. My mother, sister, Zarah, Julia, and Margrette were with me while I prepared. Yes, you heard me right; Zarah, Margrette and I reconciled and decided to let bygones be bygones. It is great to have them as friends. Zarah wasn't as bossy or snobbish as she once was. In fact, she was the most fun person to have around. She was helping me with my make-up, something I suck at doing, and she was doing a good job. She told me she had always wanted a sister. I guess she got one now, and she would be an aunt soon. Aunty Rukky walked into the room with all smiles. Her twins were with her, and even though she looked a bit frail, I was glad she was
Nikolas I could not believe it was finally over. One month had passed, and we were still trying to fix the cities that were destroyed. Piotr and Miles remained in forest with their family while Jutros and Isbecs went to work on the cities under the supervision of our engineers. They were faster workers, so the building and cleaning were moving fast. We had a crazy encounter, one we would never forget, and we were glad we had come out unscathed. It took three weeks, but Rukky and Gabriel finally came through. It seemed my father-in-law planned to die on his own terms. There was none as relieved as Olsen himself. Apparently, the bleak future Rukky had seen was her coma. When I think of it, I want to laugh. King Mustapha had come with his citizens and left them in the vessels in Iceberg and Hill village; among the people were Mansoor's mother and sister. Of course, Stasia would bring them since she knew Laila and Mansoor were here already. Mansoor had taken his sister from their mother
Aeron Leaving the women behind, I carried Jasmine in my arms. I wasn't ready to deal with anything until I eased the tension within, assured myself and my wolf that she was okay, and she was finally here with me. The war is over, and there is no looming threat anymore. That she is my Queen, and I am hers for the rest of my life. I took her to my tent. A tent I hadn't slept in since it was erected, and placed her on the mattress. She turned to look at me, but I had run out of patience. Tearing through her clothes, I leaned over her, kissing and placed my finger in her cunt. I finger fucked her brutally, doing to her what my cock was about to do inside her while I kissed her. I wanted to swallow her and maybe take her breath. âDonât ever pull that kind of stunt again, Solnishka. Going off on an adventure without telling me," I said, releasing my cock by taking off my shorts. I spread her legs apart. Her heart was beating fast. I should be gentle, but I couldnât. All my emotions were
Aeron Stasia turned around to look at me and smiled as if she had been waiting for me. She did not look as old as she did last night. Maybe it was the trick of the darkness. She looked young. Did this woman ever age? "On time," She said and smiled at then eyed Mathias. "Interesting, there are indeed handsome men on this continent," looking at Mathias flirtatiously. "I don't do old women," Mathias said, and she giggled. "Trust me, you wouldnât want to let go once you get a taste, but too bad I am not here for you; I am here for my king," she said and looked at me. "See, we can be together now that both obstacles are out of the way. Dark dream walker and the mad king. We can be together and use your fire to rebuild our continent," she said, walking seductively towards me. I would lie that she did not look good, but all I could see in my mindâs eyes was a grandma in sheer clothing. Not a sight to see. "Release my mate, and I will let you live. As you know now, your army belongs to
Aeron Following Ivory's completion of the markings for all of us, I approached the Jutro to share my plan. They had received thorough medical care and nourishing food, and the majority of them were now fully healed. As they noticed my presence, they greeted me with enthusiasm, but my sombre expression quickly dampened their smiles. "Stasia has ensnared my mate in a dream state, and I am compelled to venture forth to rescue her. In doing so, we will inevitably clash with the Isbecs, and I understand that some of us may not return from this battle. I realise it's a lot to ask. You may not know me or my intentions, but I assure you, my motives are not malicious. The Isbecs have ravaged our homes, murdered our kings, slaughtered and enslaved our people, abducted our children, and obliterated countless futures, all in pursuit of what was never rightfully theirs. It's time to rid our world of the menace that is Stasia and her fire-wielding, mad King, Mustapha. It's time to reclaim our fre
Aeron We were sitting by the fire in the morning, drinking tea, when Ivory approached us in tears. I knew then that something had happened. Mansoor tried to calm her down to make her speak, and she tried to compose herself. She was shaken with horror, and since I hadn't seen Jasmine with her, panic grew in me. "Where is my mate?" I asked, unable to control myself. Queen Aliana stood up, and King Nikolas did the same; they were tired, having stayed awake after the fight. "She won't wake up. She is trapped, and I can't get in. Stasia created a barrier," Ivory said, and we all abandoned what we were doing and headed toward the tent where Jasmine was. My heart was thumping in my chest all the while. I had suspected Jasmine was up to something when I returned and was told she was training with Ivory. It seemed plausible, but it felt odd; I should have checked on them, and I wanted to, but Queen Aliana stopped me. I should have insisted or snuck into the tent. I cursed within me. This w
JasmineI sat on the bare ground because I knew I needed to connect with the earth to pull on the Power of the Dark in Aquillonia. Every time I have been able to pull on the Power of the Dark effectively, I have been in direct contact with the earth, either grass or sand. Pushing the mattress to the side, I lay down on the sand and wielded myself to sleep. Everything was dark, and soon I was back in the tent, but I knew I was in a dream state. This was my dream. I could not visit the dreams of Stasiaâs army individually. I need to drag their soul into my dream to eliminate them, and I need to do so before I go for the King. Gathering my strength, I began to move. I could feel Ivory's presence, but I couldnât see her; it was as if she was in me, and we were one and the same. She was experiencing my dream, but I was the one in control. How was she doing it? I couldnât tell, but I forged ahead.I was barefoot. I could feel the sand against the soles of my feet and the breeze against my
Jasmine My body recovered faster than I anticipated. It seemed I had powers beyond my comprehension, but there was an empty void in me. The sense of dread, loss and anguish lingered in my head. I couldn't quite shake off what happened at the gate. Rukky being stabbed by the witch. I couldn't stop blaming myself. If only I have moved fast. Gathered the momentum faster. Not allowing the poison to get the best of me, move as I should, act as I should, then she would be alive and well. I wasn't a fool. She had told me once that her future was bleak, and now I understood why. It was Stasia and me that undid her. A powerful woman who believed in fate and strived to bring out the goodness in the world had lost her life trying to save me. I could not forgive myself. So when I sat up on the mattress in the tent, I buried my face in my palm and wept. My hands were shaking. Rage and despair, a mixture unknown to me, became the only emotions I could feel simultaneously. "Jasmine," I heard the