Up next will feature a bit of interrogation fun from everyone to help make up for the unexpected break that happened.
DANTE Blantay attempted to school her features when she learned the truth of Janina’s relationship with Ziyah. She could deny it all she fucking wanted to, but she knew that my girl could destroy her with ease. “So, let’s do some introductions,” Ziyah chirped excitedly. “We have my sexy mate who can do this…” We had talked previously about showing her what our abilities could do just for the fuck of it. Intimidation, amusement, or for shits and fucking giggles. Whatever you wanted to classify it as. It always amused me to see what everyone feared because sometimes it was rational while other times it was completely not. This was one such time. Her deepest, darkest fears in order of least to greatest were as followed: – Afraid of being lost in the woods, surrounded by nothing but darkness. (Okay, I could sort of get that, but she was a fucking witch with magic at her fingertips.) – Afraid of drowning. – Afraid of mimes. (Again, she had magic at her fucking fingertips.) So, I dec
ZIYAH It was truly disgusting how depraved Blantay was. How could someone be so sick in the head that they would feel it was okay to harm so many people in all the ways that we had come to find out that she had? I could guarantee that it was not even a tenth of her sins though. I had never tried using the family link for anyone other than Elle, but it should work with Kade too. So, here went nothing. ‘Psst. Kade, can you hear me?’ He just looked directly at me and smirked but did not say anything. I would take that to mean yes. I had not spent as much time around him personally as I had Elle, but I could tell that he was a great Alpha, mate, father, and friend. Perhaps my request would give him some amusement. ‘Can you use the neat little shadow friends of yours to uncuff her and suspend her upside down in the air while we set something up?’ I ask him hopefully. I could tell that my request definitely succeeded in hitting its mark. With a satisfied smirk, he turned back to his vi
ZIYAH Dante had brought me back to the suite after my semi-breakdown in the cells. He did not demand anything or ask anything. Instead, he simply led me to the bedroom, held me, and allowed the mate-bond to help center me. It was his comforting presence that helped me to break through the wall that her words had thrown me behind. I was not responsible for what she had done. Those were her choices and actions. She just wanted to hurt me, hoping to destroy me since she would rot away until she took her final breath. I refused to allow her to win. So, I decided to pick myself up and go on about my day. Dante had some work to do, so I sent him off to do it, promising to come see him the moment that I was done doing what I needed to. I had mentioned that I needed to come to terms with knowing what happened to the Precoza coven. I had met Sadira on the day of her coronation. It was common practice that their coven had always invited a Trelinin representative to their coronations. My fat
DANTE A lust-fueled frenzy. That described heat to a fucking T. If I had thought that we had intense sexual experiences before then I had been sadly fucking mistaken because nothing had ever felt this intense. Take right now for instance. I made us some food to replenish us while her heat was abated. I honestly thought that we would have long enough to eat before it kicked back up, but I was mature enough to admit that I was highly fucking wrong. A loud growl had come from Ziyah when she launched herself at me. Jumped through the air type of launch mind you. Luckily, I had just enough time to set the plates down before she collided with me. It threw us backwards, over the couch, onto the coffee table (breaking it in the process), and onto the floor. Her teeth bit her mark at the same time as her pussy took my cock in one swift movement. I let her use my body to take her pleasure. It was like she was possessed because she could not go hard and fast enough, and it was beginning to pi
DANTE Her heat lasted a full seven days. Our final tally of all things broken were as followed: Shower door, shower titles, closet door, a hole in the wall, this coffee table, a tree from when Byron and Ziyah were at the falls, window, lamp, bed, chair, the door to my office because I had accidentally popped us there when I had her up against the door in our suite, coffee maker, and a set of dishes. Every year would have another heat as long as she was not pregnant, but it would only last between one to three days instead of the full week. Byron was lounging around in my mind, fully sated. He enjoyed flying while mating just as much as I did. Although, it was even more fucking intense than before because of her heat. He was a smug bastard as he replayed how many times his Little Fae praised him over and over again for bringing her so much pleasure. I understood that though because I was the exact same way. We had the opportunity to grow even closer than ever before, and I was very
DANTE Today had been perfect for relaxing. Kade, Elle, the twins, Ziyah, and I were all enjoying a picnic. It was nice to just get a moment away from everything and be able to have a quiet time with family. So much had changed since the day that my sister came in like a bulldozer to destroy that piece of shit British Alpha. I gained so much more than my sister back in my life. Even more family, a purpose, and so much more. It all led me to where I was at that moment. Ziyah was leaning back against me. My arms were wrapped around her waist. It was still so fucking surreal to know that we were going to be parents. Our three precious pups. Fuck. I was excited, nervous, and downright terrified of fucking it all up. Thankfully, I had plenty of fathers around to help guide me when need be. We were laughing as Elle tossed grapes into Kade’s mouth, but she decided to make it competitive and was pelting them at him. The twins were going wild. They were definitely cheering for their mother.
ZIYAH I loved the fact that Dante could never get enough of Grandmother Ayla. Feeling how much he truly enjoyed being around her and interacting with her meant everything to me. First of all, because she had always been such an important part of my life. Secondly, because my mates deserved everything that made them happy. Our families got along really well. I could not be any happier about that. Bonded did not always get along with each other’s families. I witnessed it many times. So, I was thankful that ours did. Dante’s parents had embraced me right away, seeing me as their daughter even though they did not really know me. It was the same with Elle and Kade as well. “How will they know where to attack though? Our estate is hidden from outsiders,” my father asked, getting us back on task. Dante cracked his neck to relieve the tension that the answer caused. He would love nothing more than to snap Solana’s neck for what she did to me as well as being the reason that Toris would kno
ZIYAH I had put a lot of thought into this memorial service for Nahalyeen. Vestian had been her Protector for eighty-five years. Not all charge assignments were as long because not all charges had extended lifespans. The only way that the assignment broke was with death – either the charge or the Protector. Take a look at my cousin and Elle. They had already developed a very strong relationship but had not known each other for very long. It was easy to imagine how much Nahalyeen and Vestian meant to each other. That was precisely why I wanted this service to be perfect. I utilized the same concept that I had done for little Kim’s hologram memories of her father. Vestian had been able to share some clipped memories so that I could create a little video and also some stills that I had been able to transfer onto frame canvases that she would be able to keep if she would like to. It would be held here because our pack wanted to show their support once word got around about what I had b