Gotta' love the adorable Fae.
JACKSONWe had prepared everything as much as possible for our dignitary visits.Since they would be traveling, we had ensured that there would be rooms prepared for them. Thankfully, the rooms for them were in the visitor’s wing, which was away from our humans and Fae friends.Not everyone who would be coming held the same ideals as us. This caused a precarious balance that we needed to handle. It needed to be done firmly, however we would not know how to properly balance that situation until it occurred.There were bound to be people determined to challenge our positions for different reasons.The biggest one was that many did not want the Precoza reign to be reinstated because that put them on a leash. Those who broke any of the laws that would be outlined within these visits would end up being punished.Secondly, they would see me not being a vampire as a slap in the species’ face or some shit like that. Not only would it be the very first time that the Vampire King was not a vampi
JACKSON I could not agree more. Something that I had noticed from the moment that she decided to reclaim her birthright was that this right here, this precarious game of balancing politics, was her domain. She would be the ultimate winner. If I did not know any better, I would say that it was her gift. Perhaps it was. Imeela was most certainly a motherfucking Queen because she welcomed the challenge, thriving within it because she knew how to wield her words as weapons to disarm, to stun, or even to strike. Her response had him grinding his molars. However, it had the Duchess giving my girl a quick smile of approval. Perhaps she did not hold all of the same ideals as he did. Imeela would end up discerning that during their visit. He then turned his attention to me, thinking that I would be an easy target. Well, bring it on then. “What makes you believe that you can rule over a species that is not your own?” he asked me. This was a question that I had been prepared to answer, know
IMEELA (Ten Years Later) “Here you go, sweetheart,” I told my son, handing him the sippy cup, and situating him on my hip. Cyrus was just over a year old now. He was the spitting image of his father when it came to his brown hair, emerald eyes, and facial features. However, his skin tone took after me. He was already proving to be a sweetheart like his father though. He scrunched up his little nose as he flashed me one of those smiles that always made my heart swell with love. It was the smile that our other two children had perfected as well. “Sissy is with Daddy, so let’s go find your brother.” His little head bobbed as if in total agreement with the plan. It would be interesting to watch him grow up because he seemed to be following in his siblings’ footsteps. Both of them had developed beyond their ages. You would swear that they were older than they actually were. Vampire children often advanced quickly. It had always been believed to be that way as a survival instinct that
JACKSONSo much change occurred over the years. It was the difference between night and day in some respects.It was not easy for Imeela and I to make the changes that needed to occur. However, we were both really fucking stubborn, refusing to give up. One of the biggest deterrents that we had in place was the prison that nobody wanted to be thrown into. It made them consider whether or not it was really worth the risk because proved that we would do everything in our power to seek out those breaking the laws that were clearly set in place.We were able to reinstate the Royal Guard, those whose job it was to ensure that the laws were being followed. It was their duty to verify if accusations were truth and apprehend them if that was the case.We built additional housing on the estate for those in the coven who would prefer living outside of the palace but still within the safety of our borders. So, our coven boomed to over six hundred with all of the children added into it.For those w
IMEELA Being rulers was not all that it was cracked up to be. Many people thought that the title of King or Queen would be cool to have, but they had probably never considered all that it entailed. Our roles required us to transverse the precarious minefield of politics. It required balancing cause and effect, what our people needed versus what they wanted, and the short-term impact versus long-term impact of everything. We had a rough time in the beginning because we had to establish ourselves and fight against the assholes who shared Andrei’s ideals. However, we never let that phase us. There was still a long way to go, but I felt that we were doing a decent job. The King and Queen were the figureheads and faces of the Precoza coven. However, we had a very collaborative team that made everything possible. Jackson and I headed to our office outside of the courtroom. Today would be a long ass day because it was one of the scheduled court days. There would be cases presented that ne
JACKSONMy mind blanked when I saw a face from the past. The face that had been attached to a body that I had ripped apart piece by bloody fucking piece.I was not certain how this was even possible, but I did not care about the how or the why of it. All I cared about was the fact the turmoil that was rushing down the bond from my mate as well as my own.The fucker’s lip twitched in amusement, eyes filling with a sharp edge that I could not quite place. It was almost manic though.“GET DOWN!” Noah shouted.I threw myself over Imeela, pulling her down to the floor. There was a loud crash against the wall, sounding like something had shattered. The sounds of a struggle sounded far away. I trusted our team to take care of it because my focus was elsewhere.My heart hammered in my chest as I checked my mate over. Her eyes were filled with tears and were also unfocused. She was stuck inside of herself, somewhere beyond this room. Her mental walls were down, so I knew exactly where that was
JACKSON Aldan, Alpha of the Silver Creek pack, was someone that we had all dealt with over the years. I would not say that I was as close to him as Dante or Kade were because they had more direct contact with him than I did. We all knew the origin of how their fates had become entwined. Aldan’s wolf, Grant, was originally the wolf counterpart of the Alpha heir in Elle’s original pack. He was a sadistic piece of shit. Turned out that the Goddess fated Elle and the piece of shit together, but it was simply to set things in motion that brought Coverstone Council in and made it possible to protect all of the innocents of that pack. He rejected Elle, which in turn hurt his wolf. Grant chose to die to punish the piece of shit for everything he had done to Elle and others. Elle, however, asked the Goddess to give Grant a second chance with a powerful future Alpha so that he could have the life he was destined to. That way, he could also have a mate like he deserved. The mate bit was why
JACKSON He set his drink on the table and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “That was not exactly easy to explain.” He shook his head. “Luna Elle said that I could share whatever I felt would help regarding her story.” Kade flicked a ball of paper at him, landing directly between his eyes. Score! “Elle, Kade, Dante, Ziyah, Jackson, Imeela. We’ve known each other long enough that you’ve earned the dropping our titles bit. You’re an Alpha, Aldan, and an honorable one at that. So, please, for the love of everything on this planet, use our fucking names.” Aldan cracked his neck to relieve the tension there. He nodded slowly. I got it and understood it. He was a pup when he met Elle and Kade, so the titles were ingrained within him. However, he was certainly close to us all and should feel free to drop the formalities. “Anyways, I tried explaining, but I was making a mess of things, so Grant took over. He explained how shitty Eric was and how he hated him with every fiber