Emily Blakesely has suffered bouts of nightmares since she was a child, the reason her parents have kept her locked behind the walls of the castle. They believe they’re protecting her from whatsoever that was causing the nightmares. What happens when on her eighteenth birthday ball, Emily meets a stranger from her nightmare, in an encounter in the garden which leaves Emily unable to shift at the chime of midnight? And now everybody believes the princess has gone mad. Broken, rejected, and wolfless, can Emily find her redemption? * * * * * Calix Ledger was on his way to exerting revenge on the Alpha who took everything from him when he caught sight of a beautiful girl on the bridge of Cathena. One moment of distraction and he misses his only chance at revenge, and now he learns the girl he just saved is the enemy's daughter. What happens when the moon goddess plays games and matches Calix with no other but the mentally deranged daughter of his enemy? Would Calix find himself protecting the same girl he vowed to destroy?
Lihat lebih banyakEmily’s POV. As soon as he left, servants scurried into the room and cleaned up the mess of the broken bottle—they took away the wine glasses, table, and chairs, and I was left alone again. My legs buckled and I dropped to the floor with a soft thud, my gown forming a loop around me. At last, the tears found their way, pouring like soap from my eyes and soaking my clothes; the more I wiped them, the more they came in torrents. A howl filled the air. Sniffling, I gazed up at the night sky, recognizing who it was. There was so much sadness laced in that cry, that broke my heart. Another howl broke into the air and I jerked to my feet. I scurried to the window and gazed at the courtyard below, hoping to get a glimpse of his lycanthrope, but all I was met with was foreboding darkness. He was gone and headed off to goddess knows where. An ache pushing my heart, I plummeted to the floor again and rested my head on the ledge of the window. He has been gone only for an hour yet, I mi
Calix’s POV. She didn't believe me. No matter how hard I tried to explain things to her, she refused to believe me. The weight of her accusation crashed through me, twisting into waves of fury. I strode out of the room and pranced down the hallways of the castle, my hands clenched into fists as I battled to keep myself from shifting. Not here...I told myself, the sight of me was already terrifying enough to the servants who scurried away into hiding as I approached. I need not terrify them with the presence of my lycanthrope. As for my beta, Han, luckily for me, he’s retired for the day, so there was no one to bombard me with questions about why my dinner suddenly ended. Arriving at a corner, my mate’s voice resounded in my head. “Stop lying!” I slammed my fist into the wall, the force rattling the stone and spraying specks of dust onto the floor and my shoes. Why does she think I’m lying? Do I come off to her as a lowlife who would try to manipulate her with falsehoods?
Emily’s POV. Adrenaline shot through every nerve in my body. I stared at the door, wondering who it was this time around, holding onto whatever that was left of my sanity. The tall portal swung open and absolutely no one but my mate strode into the room. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. It's fascinating that someone who brought chaos of my life was capable of bringing me so much peace and comfort. Just a single gaze at him, I melted with warmth for him and a soothing calm washed over me. My heart accelerating on its own volition, I watched him linger at the door as though held in a trance at the sight birthed before him– at the sight of me. “You look gorgeous, angelic, breathtaking,” he said. All three words just to describe me? I blushed terribly and fought to hold his gaze. A tomato couldn't compete with how red I became. “Thank you,” I said and lowered my gaze to my dampened fingers. He strode to me and brought forward his hand. “Would you give
Calix’s POV. I sipped from my glass and continued staring across the open window of the castle’s living room. I tried not to think about her words this evening– the fact she tried to remind me about her rejection in the forest of Cathena. I understood she rejected me then so she can escape, she didn't mean any of those words. I can tell by whenever I held her in my arms—how her heart beat fast and her breath hitch. She longs for me as much as I longed for her. “A few days ago, more than anything you wanted nothing to do with her,” Han reminded and pulled me out of my thoughts. “What changed?” he asked. “You should ask the moon goddess,” I replied and turned around. My gaze fell on my beta standing in the middle of the room also holding a wine glass in his hand. “I have never seen you this happy, my lord,” he hinted. Shrugging, I gulped a mouthful of my drink. “Isn’t that what our mate is for? To complete and make us happy,” I said.
Emily’s POV. Reopening my eyes, I flung myself around and my gaze fell on him standing behind me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realized I’d been caught sniffing his clothes. “N-no, you’re not,” I stuttered, suddenly unable to hold his gaze. It wasn’t until I looked up and into his eyes that I found them darkened with something primal–something I dared not to say. The room charged with something unruly and sizzling, as he crossed over to me and stopped. “Are you sure?” he asked, even his voice was now husky. I swallowed and nodded. Holding his gaze burned me with the desire to throw myself into his arms and crush his lips with mine; those full succulent lips. I could only imagine what it’d feel like to have them move over mine, to have them trail wet kisses down my neck. Damn it! Wetness pooled more and more in my underwear. “Yes,” I answered when I finally found my voice and looked away. “You know, if there’s anything you need, you can as well tell me.” “
Emily’s POV. It all started when he ended the kiss, strode out of the room, and shut the door behind him. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. Fresh tears filled my eyes as it dawned on me—I would never be accepted. Nobody seemed to care about how I felt; how their words cut into me, or how their actions sent me into a spiral of despair. Sobbing quietly, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together but his scent lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of the mate bond that should have been my solace but instead, has become my torment. Is that why he haunted me in my dreams? And stabbed my wolf? “Do you think I have not heard the rumors about your mentally unstable self! Who do you think would be stupid enough to want a wolfless girl for a mate?!” his words at the riverbank echoed in my head. Regardless, I stared at the door, half-expecting him to come back and tell me he’d made a mistake, to hold me, and erase all the pain he’d inflicted on me. But he n
Calix’s POV. A mixture of shock and fear ballooned inside me as I took in the broken earthenwares, the flipped-over mattresses, and the torn bedsheets scattered about the place. My gaze traveled over the droplets of blood on the floor, and the incoherent writings on the wall. But none of these bothered me as the sight of my mate hurdled in a corner laughing at herself, her hair was disheveled, and her hands streaked with blood and grime as she clutched a knife. “By the stars and shadows! Somebody stop her!” Mr. Westley clamored. My lungs struggled for air, my heart pounding in uneven, frantic beats as Han and the guards behind me scooted forward and soon, were upon her. They wrestled with her, wrung the knife from her hands, and pinned her to the floor. “Quick! Get some chains and keep her restrained before she harms someone!” Mr. Westley clamored again. Words failed me. I watched as Han hurried out of the room and my gaze was back on my mate– this wasn’t the girl I kissed so
Calix’s POV. The desire to rip off my clothes and shift into my lycanthrope rippled through me as I strode out of the sick bay and shut the door after me. Gnashing my teeth, I leaned on the door and growled. I can’t believe I just kissed my enemy’s daughter, the one person I’d vowed to destroy. Dragging a breath, I signaled at the guards stationed at the door and while they locked it, I strode out of the hallway, hurried down the stairs, and soon hit the foyer. Proceeding to the terrace, I took a deep breath wishing I could flush out the intoxicating scent of her which seemed to follow me wherever I went. Sulking under my breath, I proceeded to the royal garden, to one of the white wooden benches, and sat. Fvck! How did I get to this point? All I wanted was to come back to Tyr, spend some time with my people, take revenge on the alpha who destroyed my home, and then go back to Nirian. Never did I see this coming, that I’d end up desiring; not in the littlest bit; the daug
Emily’s POV. In an endless, boundless, thick veil of darkness, I soared. Time didn't exist here, everything stood at a standstill. I floated, weightless, thoughtless, with no idea of where I was– Am I dead? And then my lashes fluttered open and I welcomed the sharp rays of an afternoon sun. A groan seeped out of my lips. Where am I? What happened to me? My throat was as dry as the desert and my vision was blurry. I shut my eyes again and when I reopened them, the room I was in blurred into focus. High stoned walls, a massive arched window, inset with diamond-shaped panes of leaded glass from which rays of the sunlight oozed, a wooden polished shelf on which stood vases of dried flowers, a mortar and pestle, forceps, scalpel, bone saw, hooks, and needles. There was a side stool just close to the small bed I’d woken in, and there were two other empty beds. The room had the faint scents of beeswax, herbs, and the lingering smoke from the hearth. Slowly, I tried to sit up an
Emily’s POV. Beads of sweat rolled down my skin as I ran through the dark forest. My heart pounded in my ears, the icy cold air slicing through my throat. I glanced behind at my assailants and saw them snarling as they lashed after me. Two-legged monsters, the kind I’ve seen only in my father's books. A devastating scream left my lips. I veered left and scouted over dead leaves and stones, the forest was like an endless circle, no matter how much I ran there seemed not to be an edge. The ground became a blur beneath me. I turned to glance at my assailants and bumped into him. “H-help me!!” I cried, grabbing nothing but a fine set of muscles as I clutched his arms, “ Please, help me!” The stranger. He stood tall, his shoulders broad as the walls of a city. He was wearing a cloak which covered his face. An inexplicable sensation tumbled my existence as our skins touched. Never ...
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