Leia’s POV. Ripping out a large chunk of my cloak, I darted to the river and soaked it in the water. I ran back to him, dropped to my knees beside him and with trembling hands pressed the clothe against the gash on his chest. A raspy groan escaped his lips. His eyes fluttered open, those pools of liquid brown– they locked on mine and then they fluttered and he closed them again. I ran back to the river, washed the clothe and headed back to the forest. This time around, I cleaned up the wound on his shoulder but the wound which was obviously a bite wouldn’t stop bleeding. I applied pressure just as my searching eyes found some marigold plants. I hurried to them, plucked some and began to chew them and applied the poultice on his wounds, holding them up with strips of cloth from my cloak. And then my gaze fell on his member. Good grief! I didn't realize he was naked until now. I peeled off my cloak and covered him up. His skin was burning, and yet he shivered beneath my touch.
Leia’s POV. The speed at which he let go of me and jerked to his feet made my heart jitter. Of course, he was ‘the Randolph,’ Alpha Thane’s gamma, charged with the duty of protecting the Azalean princess. Jealousy coursed through my veins and I sucked it up in a breath as I watched him pick the cloak and wore it. “Princess Emily! Who’s she?” I pretended not knowing who that was. I watched as my mate inspected the bandage on his chest, and he settled his gaze on me. “She’s my alpha’s daughter, the next heir of Azalea,” he said. I gulped. “Is there anything going on between you two?” He gasped and what I’ll call a grimace flitted on his face. “No. She’s my alpha’s daughter. I was there the night she was born, already in my twenties. I watched her grow up. That will be the last thing to ever cross my mind.” Relief flooded through me and I sighed. He lowered himself to a squat in-front of me and smiled. “Was that jealousy you just exp
Calix’s POV. First of all, I am grateful she’s safe and back to the castle in one piece, but fury crashed through me at the thought of her disobeying me. She dared to wave it off and act as though she did nothing. “Calix!” she dipped in a curtsey. More than anything, I wanted to grab her and hurl across the room for her act of insubordination, but I was exhausted after hours of staying awake and watching after my unconscious mate. “I– I was worried about you and the men,” she defended, her voice incredibly low. “I’m sorry.” Jerking to my feet, I was about to pronounce her punishment when the door flung open and Han walked into the room “My lord, there’s something I must show you,” he said. Tension pirouetted in the air, every nerve in my body wrung from curiosity as my gaze traveled from my cousin to my beta. “After you,” I said. With one last glare at my cousin, I moved and strode after my beta, footsteps echoed behind me and I knew it
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
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
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
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
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. The royal seamstress circled me for the umpteenth time as she put the finishing touches to my gown. Not just any gown, but ‘D gown’ for my Luna ceremony, slated to take place in five days. Calix announced it during dinner last night. About last night— Well, last night was incredible. Calix had carried me into the washroom, gently lowered me back to my feet, and prepared our bathwater. A slight shiver did course down my spine upon realizing that it was going to be our first bath together. After preparing the bathwater, Calix peeled off his clothes and bless my eyes! My hungry gaze had drifted lower, following his hands as he peeled off his breeches and tossed it in the laundry basket. My breath lodged in my throat as I took in the strength coiled between his thighs. A sardonic smile lit up his face as he caught me looking. “You know, if you wanted a better view, you just had to ask, bella,” he said, and heat rushed to my face. I immediately averted my g
Calix’s POV. I was trapped in the abyss, wandering the desolate land when suddenly a bright light appeared above in the sky—the same bright light that had swallowed my mate up moments ago. It’s true, the spiritual controls the physical. Happiness shimmered inside me upon beholding the light, especially as I glanced down at my wounds and noticed them healing at an insanely fast pace. “Calix.” I heard it, my mate’s soft, sweet voice beckoning me. The bright white light swallowed me whole, and my soul swirled back into my body. I jerked and relaxed under the touch of a familiar palm on my forehead. Her scent wrapped around me—that intoxicating scent of lavender and myrrh. My lashes fluttered open, and the world blurred to focus. “Calix!” Leia gasped in the background. “Calix! You’re awake!” she cried. My gaze landed on my mate, just as she staggered. I caught her wrist and held her in place. A faint smile spread on my lips, a feeling of completeness
Emily’s POV. “My wolf?” My lips quivered as the question tumbled from my lips. It sounded too good to be true—perhaps, it was just a figment of my imagination. But the voice came again. “Yes, it's me, your wolf. Please don't freak out.” I was already on the verge of freaking out. I couldn't believe it— I was finally meeting my wolf. “My wolf? What’s your name?” I stuttered. “My name is Rehya.” Rehya. The name felt familiar, as if it had always been a part of me, waiting in the shadows for the right moment to be spoken aloud. I let it settle on my tongue, tasting its weight, its meaning. “Rehya,” I whispered, rising to my feet. A warmth spread through me, wrapping around my heart like a long-lost embrace. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft. “I’m here now, Emily. We’re whole now, never to be separated again.” Tears pricked my eyes, but I swallowed them back, forcing myself to focus. “How are you here? Didn’t the witch mention locking you away? She chuckled—a laughter
Emily’s POV. My world stood at a standstill. For a fleeting moment, it was as though all air had dissipated from the atmosphere, leaving me breathless and suspended in time. I grabbed my gown. But just as I was about to sprint across the courtyard, someone held my arm, and it was Randolph. “Please, be calm, Your Highness,” he pleaded. The pain in his eyes mirrored mine, but he was holding himself together—for me, for the court…for Calix. Tears blurred my vision, falling in torrents down my face. “I need to see him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I need to hold him.” “You can, you will—but that’ll be once we’re inside,” he added. He was right though. Dispersed across the courtyard were people; servants and guards, looking up to me. I needed to show them I could hold it together in such a difficult time. Taking a steadying breath, I stepped away from him as Leia stepped forward and draped a cloak over my shoulder. “You’ve got this,” she whispered. “Thank you,” I
Emily’s POV. For the past weeks, my soul has wandered in this unknown land, trapped by the spell of the witch. Over here it was dark, cold, and malevolent. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been chased by strange creatures, monsters with only bones and shadows. My throat burned from thirst, my stomach churning from starvation. But none bothered me, like the chains binding my hands together. This was the reason I would always run upon sighting the monsters—because with my hands bonded, I stood no chance against them…like now. The grounds began to vibrate, and then split open. A shrilling cry broke out in the atmosphere. My heart pounded in my ears, adrenaline coursing through my veins. A massive clawed hand shot out from the fissure. Then another. As I expected, a bone and shadow creature emerged, screeching as it hauled itself from the abyss. My eyes widening in sheer horror, my feet buckled before my mind could catch up. I ran through the dark, desolate land, m
Calix’s POV. The impact of the dark force sent me crashing into a jagged wall of the cavern, the force knocking the breath from my lungs. Pain rippled through my body, leaving me gasping for breath. But I pushed myself up, my claws digging into the damp stone floor—I lurched to my feet. My eyes flickered green and locked onto Adria as she emerged from behind the black pool, her form wreathing in a swirling black mist. “You think brute strength will be enough to defeat me?” she taunted, twirling her fingers as darkness coiled around them like living tendrils. “How naïve.” Still gasping, I glared at her. She was right though; there was no way I was going to destroy her in my human form. Throwing back my head, I willed my lycanthrope to take over, Gabriel growling as he geared towards his first appearance in the cavern. A loud thunder hit the world outside, reverberating the walls inside. My bones continued to snap, and reshape. My jaw elongated, teeth sharpening into
Leia’s POV. Six hours have passed since Randolph and I left Calix’s chamber. I couldn't shake off the feeling something was amiss. “Relax, my love. Calix has it all figured out,” Randolph soothed, taking another scoop of his pottage. We were in our chamber. We were eating—was it lunch or breakfast? It’s difficult to tell with all the storm still raging outside. “I can’t shake off the feeling something is off,” I muttered, twirling my spoon between my fingers. “You’ve barely touched your food,” Randolph reminded, his gaze flickering to the untouched bowl of pottage sitting in front of me. “I will eat. But I need to be sure Calix and Emily are okay.” Randolph sighed and lowered his cutlery to the table. “If I go to their chamber and confirm that all is well. You will eat your food, promise?” I nodded, a slight relief surging through me. “Yes.” I watched the father of my unborn child step away from the table and strode out of the room. Time stretched, seconds turn
Calix’s POV. The storm howled wildly as I walked down the streets of Tyr. But I paid no mind to it. My cloak billowed in the wind, my boots leaving imprints in the mud after each step. In a moment, I arrived at the port, and just like the rest of Tyr, I find it empty except for the vessels floating on the water. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck next to me. Without a doubt, it was the witch trying so hard to scare me away as though I was some child. A smirk tugged at my lips. My resolve unshaken, I continued walking/teleporting down the port, and arrived at the foot of the mountain. A reverberating thunder rolled across the sky. I exhaled sharply and willed my claws to emerge, and then dug into the closest rock. The rain slicked the stone, making each grip precarious, but I pressed on, climbing the cliffside with steady determination. A sudden gust of wind slammed against me, nearly prying my fingers free. Gritting my teeth, I drove my claws deeper into the ne
Calix’s POV. My convoy pulled up in front of the castle. I alighted from my carriage and strode inside the mansion. Amidst the worried glances and bows of my staff, I hurried up the grand stairs and arrived at the threshold of my chamber, meeting the door wide open. There Emily lay on the bed shivering, despite the heavy blankets wrapped around her. Beads of sweat clung to her flushed skin, and her breathing was shallow, uneven. Leia sat beside her, pressing a damp cloth to her forehead, her face drawn with worry. “What happened?” I demanded, striding toward them. Leia looked up, her eyes filled with unease. “Her fever spiked the moment you left. I-I thought it was something I could manage but it's only getting worse.” I reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from my mate’s forehead. Her skin was burning hot, her eyes shut as she whimpered. The sight of her like this sent a stab of fear through my chest. “Get Mr. Petecin!” I instructed, glancing at Han standing at