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PASTAeron: 10 Years OldJasmine: 7 Years Old."Hey, princess! What are you doing here?" I asked. Jasmine was sitting alone on the park bench in the palace's yard. She usually stayed by herself when she was feeling sad, and I wanted to know what was bothering her.Normally, she'd watch me play ball with the others or ask to join in, but we never let her because we didn't want her to get hurt. I was just being protective. "Go away, Aeron. You're not my friend," she said. I guess she believed that because I usually played with her twin, Mathias."I am your friend too, Jasmine," I insisted, but she wasn't having it. "Then why don't you let me play with you?" she asked with a cute pout."It's rough, and you might get hurt," I explained. She frowned at me, saying, "But you play with Mathias, and he isn't hurt!" She loved arguing her point, so most of the time, Mathias and I just agreed with her to move on."The other kids don't like me, and that's why you don't want to play with me," sh
JasmineI woke up in the morning panting. That stupid dream that haunted me in my sleep had somehow returned. It wasn't about the King who had a fire, but this time, I was trapped in a dark forest held by vines with thorns. They pierced my skin, dug deep and held me in place. A strange voice whispered 'Scream', and once I opened my mouth to scream, I would wake up. The dreams had been consistent for the past three years. At least, this was the tenth time I would have the dream this year. The disturbing part of it was that it wasn't scary. I loved the vines; I loved the pain and the darkness. I felt comfortable in it. It didn't scare me like the man with fire. The dreams about the man with fire scared the life out of me. In the absence of our parents, my sister Ivory would stay in my room, adding an extra layer of security. I didn't have any objections to sharing my bed with her, but a temporary bed was arranged for her. It was collapsible, ensuring it wouldn't be an obstacle when
Jasmine"What is your itinerary for today?" Aeron asked. A question he had never asked me before."What do you want to know?" I said, sipping the orange juice and savouring the taste."Well, I heard there will be a party in town. You better not be there, Princess," he said with a cold voice, and I felt shivers down my spine. The guy was scary. How can our father trust such an unhinged guy? Yeah, his wolf was special and all, and he was very strong, so fucking what? It isn't worth him scaring the shit out of me all the time. I hate him."Or else what?" I asked him, looking straight into his eyes. Instead of an answer, he gave me a sick-looking half-smile that appalled me."You are sick," I said, and the smile disappeared as if it weren't there. "Maybe I need your medicine," He said with a husky voice while looking into my eyes with his dark orbs.I clenched my thighs together. Sometimes, my body betrayed me around this guy, and this was one of those times. A slow smirk showed on his
AeronI waited at the door while I listened to be sure Jasmine wouldn't be going anywhere. After an hour, there was silence in the room, and I decided to call it a night. I was angry, frustrated, and turned on. I could smell her all day, and she remained in my face taunting me every fucking time. I needed to ease up, so I decided to take Candice up on the offer. I wasn't lying to Jasmine when I said I had memorised what Candice wrote on paper. My memory was good like that. It was photographic, and I never missed a detail. My wolf was still raging inside from the proximity I shared with Jasmine. She drove me nuts sometimes, and she had hit a nerve with me today, but I also found her daring behaviour attractive. Too bad we wouldn't work.I believe I was nineteen, and she was sixteen when I noticed her. Her wolf had come, and I noticed her. I just knew we couldn't be friends anymore. My sister was the first to notice it, and when she told our parents, my father gave me hell for it.
Aeron We arrived at the palace, and I carried Ivory in my arms into the palace. The sunglasses were still on her face to conceal the unnatural shine of her eyes. It was the same as my aunt Rukky's. No one knows what caused it, but people like them were special and had special abilities. Their births usually take their mother's lives, earning the name Ghost Eyes, but Queen Aliana survived the birth of Ivory. I hoped no one saw the eyes or it would be a problem because the King and Queen had kept it hidden all these years. It was a family secret, and Jasmine had just carelessly exposed her sister. Jasmine followed behind. I entered the room and tucked Ivory into bed. I sat by her bedside and tried to calm her down. "It's okay, little one. You are home now," I said to her gently and took off the sunglasses. Ivory turned to the side, and I knew she would sleep it off. I got up to leave. I couldn't even look at Jasmine. She was twenty- one, for fuck sake, and she behaved like a te
Aeron I remained with Jasmine, waiting for the ache to subside. She must have been given a high dose. The thought alone made my blood boil. The water wasn't doing anything for her anymore. I carried her out of the bath and helped her dry up with her towel. Razor kept growling in my head. I could smell her arousal and her wildflower scent, and I fought my wolf and body from attempting to help her out. I was very hard at that moment, but I wouldn't take advantage of her like that. After I had placed her on her bed, I returned to the bathroom to tuck my cock as best I could so it wouldn't show. I returned to the room quickly, and she was writhing on the bed. I looked over at Ivory, where she lay. She was knocked out cold. They definitely must have given her something, too, just not the same thing that was given to Jasmine. I went to sit by Jasmine's side and gently tried to stroke her hair. I could not wear her my shirt. I had it on all day, so I rushed to her closet to find some
JasmineI had woken up in the morning with a terrible headache. I took some pain meds to relieve the pain. It had worked, and I was able to function. But I could not push away the shame of what happened to me at that party. I was such a stupid girl. Aeron might be right about me being a little girl. I allowed those punks to mess me up and left my sister unprotected. I felt like shit. Had Aeron not come, I wondered what would have happened to Ivory and me. I was mad. I was also ashamed of my behaviour. When Aeron brought me back. I acted shamelessly. Writhing in the tub and begging him to touch me. I had to commend his restraint, or maybe he didn't find me attractive. I touched myself in front of him to ease the ache because it did not seem like it would subside. I did not care then, but I did now. I was ashamed of myself. I knew I had messed up when Aeron did not link me or check on us. Ivory was quiet. She had a headache, too, but I couldn't give her any medication. I had to ensur
AeronI heard Jasmine storm out of my house in anger. It was for the best. The way I was feeling, I would want to fuck her, and I doubted she was ready for that. With her, it can't be just physical. It has to have meaning, and for now, what she felt was physical. I had made a mistake by touching and tasting her because I knew it would be hard for me to stop. It will be impossible to return to being the way I was with her. I would always want her. She was a new meal I could crave, and the thought of it made me punch my wall with frustration. I had worked on myself in my bathroom to empty my mind of her, but even after my release, I still wanted her. I returned to lie on my bed. Her scent was still on it. Images of what we did flooded my mind. She took a little pain well and even enjoyed it. I wondered how much she would be able to take. How far she was willing to go. Will she be able to handle my desires, my sadism? Would she understand my needs? I lay in my bed, staring at the c
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 envisioned—albeit 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 kings’ 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. “Don‘t 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 couldn’t. 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 wouldn’t 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 mind’s 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 Stasia’s 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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