Yay! The Sisters are back! Happy Reading. Also, there likely won't be an update tomorrow. I need a day of rest. I hope you all will understand.
Willow POV I am not surprised that Petra knows why I am here. I suspect that the sisters knew before I even got here why I was coming. There isn’t much that the sisters don’t know about. But I am curious as to why they finally let me catch up to them. Celeste puts out her cigarette and slams the window shut. I can feel her anger and frustration filling the room. “I told you we shouldn’t have let her adopt that child.” Cordelia rolls her eyes. “We can’t interfere in everything.” “It was a fixed moment in time. We couldn’t change it,” Petra snaps at her sisters. My head darts back and forth between the sisters as they argue. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration as a headache builds behind my eyes. “Can we just talk about what it means for Liz to be a white wolf?” Celeste finally looks in my direction. “Where is Osiris?” “He stayed behind,” Petra buts in. “There is a threat that hasn’t been taken care of,” I fill in the blanks. “Alpha Nico,” Celeste says
Liz POV Once again, I am hugging the toilet. The nausea hit me as soon as my eyes opened. I managed to sneak out of the bed without waking Deimos. I remembered to lock the door this time so he doesn’t come in to check on me. I am curled up on the bathroom floor, waiting for the wave of nausea to pass. I have stripped off my clothes, letting the tiles of the floor cool me down. ‘What is going on?’ I ask Majesty. ‘We need a doctor,’ Majesty groans in my head. The constant vomiting is beginning to affect her as well. ‘Do you want to go for a run?’ I ask her, hoping it will perk her up. ‘Not today,’ Majesty replies. ‘I don’t feel well.’ Another wave of nausea rushes through my body. I quickly pick myself off the ground and purge what is left in my stomach. “Princess,” Deimos calls through the door. “Are you okay?” “I am fine,” I groan between heaves. “You don’t sound fine,” Deimos shouts as he tries to open the door. The door handle twists, and I try to finish p
Deimos POV The drive to the hospital is awkward. Elizabeth is in the front seat, gripping the hem of her shirt and twisting it in her hands. Tears are dripping down her cheeks but she wipes them away before she thinks anyone can see. Stella is in the back seat, and she won’t shut up. Her mouth has not stopped running since we left the pack house. I don’t know if she thinks she is alleviating the tension or if she just doesn’t know how to read the room, but she has covered every topic under the sun twice. I am just trying to keep it together. I want to tell Stella to shut the fuck up, but I also don’t want to upset Elizabeth. She is clearly as on edge about the possible pregnancy as I am. But I don’t know what she has to worry about. She has the perfect parents to use as an example for raising a kid. All I have is Nico, and I definitely don’t want to end up like my father. I don’t want to raise my children the way my father raised us. I had actually planned on never havi
Willow POV I stand outside of the Royal Lycan mansion. I haven’t been here in years. My mother makes a point to come to see me at the Moonstone Pack, just so I don’t have to relive the horrors that I suffered here under the rule of my uncle. But now that his son has taken the throne, I am told things are different. Faris Jr was raised by his mother and mine. An unlikely pair, but despite their differences, Faris Jr turned out to be nothing like his father. Lycan City is beginning to prosper again, and all of the underground dealings that my uncle made have stopped. Lycan City is clean and respectable once again. I finally gather the nerve to knock on the door, and it swings open wide. My mother is standing on the other side with tears in her eyes. She has always been a crier. She doesn’t look any different than the last time I saw her. She hasn’t aged a bit. Her hair is still black, and her eyes are still bright green. I guess there are some perks to being a lycan-wit
Liz POV I haven’t said a word to Stella or Deimos since we left the hospital. I am sitting in our bedroom holding the ultrasound pictures in my hands, staring down at the little bean shape that is supposedly my baby. I don’t think the reality of the situation has sunk in. There is a person growing inside my body. The smell of Applewood fills my senses, and the door of the bedroom opens slowly. I know it is Deimos, and I don’t bother to look up. He drops a bag of medication beside me on the bed and stands in front of me awkwardly. He is waiting for me to say something, but I don’t know what I am supposed to say. I am pregnant, and it is clear Deimos doesn’t want a child. He didn’t say a word during the ultrasound or on the way home. He walked me up to our room and then left to get my medication prescribed by the doctor. I dig through the bag to make sure everything is there. I pull out the antinausea medication and struggle to open the bottle. Deimos takes it from me and
Nico POV I look up at the sign of the dirty, run-down bar. Wolf’s Den. None of the neon glows in the sign anymore. The windows are boarded up, and it doesn’t look like anyone has been inside for years. The last time I was here, I came for a prophecy. The witch behind the bar had fiery red hair and dark eyes. She didn’t give me the prophecy I expected. I expected her to tell me that my sons would help to overthrow the Lycan reign, and we would take over as rulers of the shifter world. Instead, she told me that two of my sons would turn against me. It wasn’t hard to guess which two it would be. Dainn and Deimos were already showing signs of wanting change. They wanted our pack to be more accepting. Damon was still young enough for me to shape and mold into my own image. I decided at that moment that I would kill them both. Then that bitch told me that I couldn’t kill them without risking my own life. I knew I would have to find someone to kill them for me. Now, I am b
Liz POV A heavy weight on my stomach and sparks wake me up from my restless sleep. I was having the weirdest dream about war and my pup. I was running through the forest, trying to get away from Nico during a battle with a baby in my arms. Just as Nico was about to catch me, I woke up. My eyes dart open, and I am panting heavily. The aftermath of the dream made my heart race. It felt so real. Tingles from the mate bond soothe the anxiety from the nightmare, and I look down to see Deimos with his head lying on my stomach. I cock my head to the side and watch him quietly for a few moments. He is gently rubbing circles around my belly button while he whispers to my belly. At first I am confused about what he is doing but then I realize he is talking to our pup. It is the sweetest thing I have ever seen, and tears burst from my eyes. I try to sniff back my sobs, but it is impossible. My chest begins to shake up and down, and small gasps escape my chest. Deimos’s head pop
Deimos POV I am standing on the front porch of the pack house, staring out at a mass of lycan warriors. King Faris Jr is standing at the front, commanding his forces. Ace is standing at my side with his mouth wide open. Ace nudges me on the shoulder, and I tear my eyes away from the army in front of me. “Did you know that they were coming?” He asks. I can only shake my head. When Willow said that Faris Jr was going to take care of the Nico problem, I had no idea that it was going to be this. I walk down the stairs of the porch and stand at Faris Jr’s side. As I approach him, I bare my neck in submission. “What is all this?” I ask Faris Jr. “I am here to help you,” Faris Jr replies with a smile on his face. “This isn’t your fight,” I remind him. “It became my fight when Nico recruited lycans,” Faris Jr growls. “I have to remind my citizens of their place.” “When is Nico coming?” I ask. “That’s the thing,” Faris Jr says hesitantly. “I am not sure if he is brav