I sat in the well-organized ginormous library. All the books I had ever craved since I was a teenager were on the shelves of this ethereal library. Their spines were enticing, the huge glossy chestnut brown shelves were lined with different books varying according to color and sizes. The new books which had been stacked in a pile a few moments ago were already organized and tucked neatly into shelves. In glee, I dropped the basket of wine on a reading table and moved from shelf to shelf. I gathered a pair of books to keep myself busy while I waited for my guest's return. I didn't worry about what may be going on back at the palace, no one was looking for me, no one cared about me except most at times, Simon. He was all I had in this lonely world. I had lost contact with my family and friends; if I had any. He had cut me off from everyone and everything I loved, including taking a stroll around the city. I was solely dependent on him now. I was clinging to a faint ray of hope. He pro
"Shut up you mangy beast. " "You shall not speak while I speak, nor shall you question my decision. " "Get me cherries from the Isle of Thorns, I need proof you're worthy of my son's love." She said in surmounting anger. I was hesitant. I knew nothing about the strange Isle; wherever it may be. I fumbled my fingers nervously. She was my mother-in-law, I wouldn't dare defile her orders. "Prove to me that you are worthy and deserving of my son. "Prove to me that you'll make a strong and fearless Luna." "Only then shall I consider you." She said staunchly with her nose turned up in disapproval. Our silence filled the vast bedroom. "We'll be welcoming our special guest today, the primordial." "It's best I keep you busy young lady." "Don't ruin things for us." "Having a thing like you around is enough bore already." She said haughtily. I was downtrodden and emotionally downcast, I had tried all I could to make her accept me but she didn't care. I was losing hope, she was probab
"There's no sign of her? “ Show me where she is I am getting impatient ". You said you here right to her, write to her". "Are you sure it was correct? I hope she's everything I presumed she'd be". Patience mad dog". I shut him off as I cuffed the wrist of my sleeves. He was good at getting on my nerves. I made my way to the welcome dinner Simon had organized for me. I had declined initially, but I wanted to see her again. I’d be fulfilled with. I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting. When I walked in, all eyes were fixed on me. I could
I didn't know what cloud I was, but I loved it. His scent was intoxicating, it took me to a different dimension. I rest my head on his chest peacefully as he walked with me down the crimson sky in the starry night. He had saved me. Derrick had saved my life. The last thing I recalled was getting scooped into his arms like a baby. He had fought off those mean ferocious fae's. They were about to take my life when he came. The fae's attacked him, but he was too quick for them. He dodged their blows and counterattacked, using his teeth and claws to fight them off. They were very easy to defeat for a wolf like him. I was relieved he found me, it made my eyes water. I owed him my life. His strong arms held me close, and I feel safe and secure in his embrace. I could feel the rhythm of his heart beating against my chest, and it's like a lullaby. I closed my eyes and just let myself relax, rest assured he will take care of me. It felt like all the worries of the world had melt
Last night made me realize how clueless Gwen was. She was blind to a lot of things. I knew I had to act fast, Gwen could not stay in Lycester, she had to leave. She was surrounded by too many fake people. I was running out of time, my people needed me. I knew I had to return to Dycan, but not without Gwen. I gave her up last time, but I was never letting go this time. I had to take things slow if I wished to have her back. I knew she wouldn't accept me right away. But I didn't just want her, I desired her, I yearned for her. I had fantasized about her alot of times. She was clueless of how I really feel about her. I stood by the window watching the beautiful sunrise smile at the courtyard below. Speaking of the devil, she seemed to read my mind. Gwen arrived just then bearing gifts. I could sense they were thank you gifts. She stopped by the garden to smell the flowers. She was going to come in afterwards. I decided to spare her the trouble. I went to the garden to meet her.
GWEN I’m all alone in my room. The sun is setting outside, and the light is golden and warm. It bathes my room in a soft glow, and the shadows stretch long across the floor. The silence is comforting, like a blanket, and I can almost hear my own breath. The air is still, and I feel as if I am suspended in time. I am not sure how long I have been here, but I do not wish to leave. In this room, at this moment, I am content. Derrick granted my wish, he left me alone. But I couldn't help but feel sad about it, I didn't mean it. I felt empty. My life reverted back to normal. I felt disco-ordinated. Seeing Derrick on the castle grounds was torture. As I walk through the castle grounds, I see him in the distance. We are like ships passing in the night, always just out of reach. The breeze stirs the leaves around us, whispering secrets that I cannot hear. The sunset paints the sky in shades of red and gold, but all I can see is the grey of his retreating figure. I wonder if he f
As I dream, I find myself walking down a long, foggy road. The fog swirls around my feet, and I can barely see a few feet in front of me. The air is thick and heavy, like it's holding a secret. I hear footsteps in the distance, and my heart starts to race. I try to run, but my feet feel like they're stuck in the mud. And then, through the fog, I see a figure approaching. A familiar face, but one I can't quite place. My heart is pounding, and I can't look away. As they draw closer, I feel a sense of familiarity.As the figure approaches, I could make out a few details. In the fog, I can't see anything beyond a few feet in front of me. Suddenly, a shape emerges from the mist. It's a woman, dressed in a flowing green satin gown. Her hair is long and dark, cascading down her back in waves. She walks toward me, her eyes piercing through the fog. I feel frozen in place, unable to move. I'm not sure if she's real or a figment of my imagination. But as she gets closer, I can't help but feel d
"Gwen," the queen said, her voice stern. "Why have you not been singing my daughter's praises to Derrick? You know he has a high regard for you, and I expected you to put in a good word for Amelia." I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty, I..." I began, but the queen cut me off. "Spare me your excuses, Gwen. I know you are loyal to my son, but my daughter has been nothing but kind and gracious to you. The least you could do is return the favor." I swallowed hard, the weight of her words sank in, we both knew that was not true. She was quick to rephrase her statement. “Amelia may have been far from kind, but she's changed now.” I cast my gaze to the ground without uttering a word. I knew whatever the queen was doing was pointless. Derrick could see through people, and I could do absolutely nothing for both of them. But for once in my life they were treating me different. I was yet to unravel Amelia's obsession with Derrick. “Quit acting like w
Three years later…. Two children run around merrily. “You're it!!.” A cute little baby girl says and runs away. A little boy around her age follows in pursuit. I watch my babies with pride from across the field as I sip some tea. The vibrant red yellow and peach flowers beside me add colour and life to the field. It's a peaceful morning in Dycan again. The sun beamed radiantly from the sky. The air was clean and refreshing. I smile as I watch my twins have fun. They were worthy compensation for all I had lost. I wished my dad was alive to see them. They consoled me. Their birth brought nothing but joy to my life. Derrick had gone on a short trip, but it felt like forever. Sitting beneath the sprawling branches of a majestic tree in this tranquil field, I feel a deep sense of calm enveloping me. The tree's leaves create a dappled pattern of sunlight and shade, casting a soothing ambiance around me. I lean against the sturdy trunk, feeling it's comforting presence gro
We were back to Dycan. The palace loomed before us, a symbol of both power and oppression. But today, it would witness a reckoning. As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with anticipation, our footsteps echoing through the grand halls. I could sense the whispers of the courtiers, their curiosity piqued by our audacity.Together, we strode towards the throne room, our resolve unyielding. As he pushed open the doors, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards us.In that moment, I knew we were not just reclaiming a throne; we were reclaiming a legacy. With unwavering determination, we stepped forward, ready to confront Eugene and seize our destiny. He was frightened when he set his eyes on Derrick, but he managed to conceal it. “Derrick, what a pleasant surprise!.” I never expected you'll be back so soon.” “What are you doing on my throne uncle?.” Derrick questioned him sternly. “Oh this? I was keeping it safe and warm for you.” “I won't be needing you
“You don't have to worry about me, you can see her whenever you wish.” “It must be really tough leaving someone you love to marry a stranger.” I turned to see the owner of the voice. Sylvia smiled at me. I was flustered. She had caught me looking at Gwen hugging a stranger in the garden. “Are you jealous? She chuckled. “It can't be helped.” I replied in guilt I know you didn't mean to, you can't help it cause you love her.” “Have you ever been in love before? Is this what it feels like?.” I was forced to ask. I had never been an emotional person. I didn't even know how to express my emotions until Gwen came along. Sylvia took a deep breath and leaned on the window above the garden. One could see the garden clearly from there. “Yes I have: but clearly, I had to fulfil my obligations as a royal blood.” “Father didn't want me to marry him, he had no powers and he was a commoner. And on the other hand, you're the strongest creature among the twelve kingdoms.”
“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle. “Thanks for your generosity but I'll be leaving in four days.” “There’s nothing left for me here.” I replied icily. I could barely mask the anger and jealousy in my voice. It was all thanks to her father Derrick was alive; But at the same time I couldn't stand the thought of Derrick being with someone else. A servant ran in just then.“My princess, we captured an intruder in our woods. “He says he means no harm. He's here to ensure Gwen gets home safely.” I was puzzled. Wh
DerrickI watched her cry in disbelief as she came closer and ran her fingers on my chest, my neck, all over me: to ascertain if I was really the one. “Derrick.” She called again. She hugged me tight like I was about to disappear. I pulled her close and hugged her as I watched her cry eyes out. “I'm not dreaming.” She cried. I pressed her head close to my chest in relief. I was happy to see her again, she was back in my arms. I missed her, she was always on my mind. But things had changed, and were about to take a different dimension for the both of us. I had a debt to repay the late fox king. He had spared my life and nursed me back to health. I could still remember his last words on the day he died. I stood by the bedside of the dying king, I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow wash over me. His once vibrant eyes, filled with the wisdom of ages, now glistened with the sheen of approaching death. Each shallow breath he took seemed to echo through t
What I had found out didn't deter me from finding Derrick. I was mad at him but I was also hoping he would be alive. I felt stupid but I couldn't help it. There was something about our bond that was suggesting he would be alive. I kept walking, hoping I get to the fox den within the next three weeks. I was a shadow of myself. My steps were sluggish. I was weary and disappointed in myself and everyone around me. I had never really experienced lasting joy. I had been foolish enough to trust everyone all I got in return were a few knives in my back. They had stabbed and bruised me badly. Love was staying vulnerable, even when you knew you could get hurt. I guess I really loved with all my heart but each time I keep getting knocked down and disappointed by life. I hoped healing would come someday. I'll be able to let go of all the hurt and pain in my heart. I just wanted to fall in Derrick's arms and cry my eyes out. At that moment I hated him too. He had concealed the truth from me. Why
“Shortly after , I took in and I gave birth to you. But the pack did not accept us. Everyone said I was a human and your father was out of his senses for marking me as his mate. He had to renounce his rank and become an Omega for my sake. He didn't care, as long as we were happy . But my happiness was short-lived. A storm was brewing up and I had no idea about it, until it was too late. When you clocked five, my friend Gaya died, leaving her ten years old son behind. Her suicide note said she was fed up. Afraid of losing your father's loyalty to his court, the alpha sent me a threat letter to spill the mysteries surrounding his wife's death. He said I should know better. I was her only friend. He had doubts about Derrick's paternity, he believed his wife had been unfaithful. There were times I saved Derrick from his father's gruesome tortures and merciless clutches. I didn't want your father to get in trouble or fight for me so I said nothing about the
As I arrived at Aunt Maya's house, excitement bubbled within me, eager to catch up with her. However, when the servants informed me that she wasn't home, a sense of disappointment crept in. Determined not to waste the visit, I decided to make myself comfortable in her bedroom while I waited for her return.Entering Aunt Maya's bedroom felt like stepping into a sanctuary of tranquility. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I settled onto the plush armchair by the window, the soft cushions enveloping me as I gazed out at the peaceful garden below.But as the minutes ticked by, impatience gnawed at me. I couldn't simply sit idly by while Aunt Maya was away. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to occupy my time.That's when I noticed it—the tapestry hanging on the far wall, its intricate design drawing me in like a magnet. Curiosity piqued, I crossed the room and ran my fin
As the darkness fades, I feel a gentle warmth spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with delicate hues of pink and gold. The world slowly awakens around me, as if emerging from a peaceful slumber. Each ray of light dances gracefully, casting long shadows and breathing life into every corner it touches. In this serene moment, I am filled with a sense of renewal and hope, as if anything is possible in the gentle embrace of the dawn. It gave way to the glorious sunrays which cast it's warm glow in the cave. I stood up to get a better view of the sunrise. As the warm breeze rustles through the cave entrance, I can't help but drift back to those carefree days of my childhood. I remember the laughter echoing across the meadows, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. Dad's hand, rough yet gentle, clasped firmly in mine as we explored every hidden corner of our sanctuary. The tall grass swaying in rhythm with our footsteps, a symphony of nature's melody enveloping us in it