Ronan’s POV Even though Timon said there was no need for me to see the body for myself. I didn’t listen. It doesn’t seem right for me to just stand back and not get to see it for myself. Elder Dante was practically mutilated. For a werewolf, it feels like an awful death. It makes me wonder if his wolf had tried to fight off the killer at all. My eyes twitched as I bent down to see the silver blade used to put him to sleep. The handle looks so familiar. The memories came rushing to my head and it felt like I would go blind all of a sudden. Sweat beads formed on my forehead when the faint dreadful feeling settled on me. I can almost feel the effect of the stabs and how much pain I went through.My heart thumped in fear and I staggered to the back still bent over. I remember vividly from the day I was left to die. It is the same tool. My throat went dry all at once. Whoever this killer is, they are quite bold. Is this some kind of message? I got up still feeling shaky as I looked aroun
Author’s POV Callum searched the trousers again and nothing came out. He already knew it wasn’t there, but he hoped by a miracle that it was hidden away in the pocket. He kept cursing loudly realizing the mistake he had made. Throwing the trousers against the wall, he sat down on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the wall. Dante got what was coming for him and killing him in the palace wasn’t the plan. He had thought to carry out the murder by himself to avoid any kind of mistake from his men. Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to ruin all his plans. However, Dante seemed to have caught someone coming after him and he headed to the palace instead. Taking the route that guards are mostly devoid of. He had threatened Callum that he would tell Ronan everything between them. Callum knew letting Dante live would be a big disadvantage to him which was why he took the risk of killing his long-time friend right in the palace. He can only hope the silver blade he used didn’t fall out into
Fiona’s POV Everything felt eerie, almost like something was going wrong in the palace. I woke up startled and unable to get back to sleep. The maids that came into my room seemed hasty to leave and it made me wonder if something bad had really happened. Isla opened the door the minute I got out of bed. “Why do you look sad?” I asked adjusting my heavy butt. She blew a raspberry. “I can’t seem to understand everything happening in the palace. It’s obvious that all of them are trying so hard to jeopardize the Alpha’s reputation.” My heart raced at her words. “What is going on? How is Ronan?” “The Alpha is fine, you don’t have to worry about him. But one of the elders was found dead this morning. To think we were all just still talking about the drama between the king and queen.” I totally forgot about the dead person as my ears perked at the news that aligned with me. “What happened?” “Queen Freya has a habit of slamming the door shut back and forth whenever she is angry at the
Author’s POV Freya stared at Callum’s relaxed face. As soon as they were done having sex he slept off. She traced the line of his nose slowly. As hard as it is for her to admit, she is beginning to like him differently. Despite what her intention was when she first started with him, now it's a different kind of thought. She feels more comfortable around him and has thoughts of him being better than Ronan. Feeling her throat itch, she got down from the bed naked to pour herself a glass of water. Callum stirred, fluttering his lashes to adjust them to the light, he eventually opened it. His eyes landed on Freya’s perfectly shaped body and it brought a smile to his face. “What are you doing?” He asked her. She turned to him with the glass in hand blushing. “I am just here drinking water. You want some?” Callum nodded, sitting up. “Yes, thank you.” Freya poured a glass and went ahead to give him. He received it, pulling at her nipple before drinking. “This tastes so good.” He mused.
Ronan’s POVThe room felt empty and dark despite the small light illuminating it. I can’t seem to get any sleep. My sleep kept being haunted by my aunt and Elder Dante. I will understand why Aunt Celine chose to come after me, but I see no reason why Dante thinks it is right to torment me in my sleep. Dion felt restless too and not even the bright moonlight could make us feel better. I do not like having my thoughts torture me this way. Freya had tried her best to console me, but I already knew what would make me feel better. At the same time, I don’t want to be of bother. But I miss her already, it's been an entire day without her. At the same time, I feel like Freya might be keeping a close eye on me and that would mean a lot of trouble for Fiona. In this part of the world, women are blamed for sleeping with another woman’s man. When in actual truth, I am the one who has been seeking her out. I can’t help but think I might be fooling myself. The treacherous side of me thinks Fion
Ronan’s POV The rest of the night went by so fast I didn’t get much rest out of it. The disagreement I had with Fiona didn’t sit well with me. But my ego wouldn’t let me go to her. I felt grateful to find Timon sprawled out on the chair waiting for me when I entered the study. He chuckled when our eyes met. “Your eyes are swollen again. Can you even remember the last time you had a good sleep?” “I don’t think so,” I muttered, dumping my heavy self into the chair. Timon observed me briefly. “What happened?” “Sometimes I feel like I live a very selfish life. I am always the one coming to you to make complaints about my personal life while also burdening you with the issues of the kingdom. I should do better with the concern I show towards you. Let's not talk about me today and also forget about anything going on in the palace. How are you doing?” His eyes danced in laughter making me wonder what I must have said that seemed funny. “You see this is where you get it wrong. You are n
Fiona’s POV“Try shifting. Maybe you will feel better.” Rin suggested as I let out another painful wince. I shook my head holding onto my waist like if I let go my entire body might collapse. “I can’t. It's too much pain.” I mumbled. I can’t tell why I feel wrecked and it might probably be because I am near my due date. Even though the doctor already assured me that I was fine and everything was alright. I can seem to wade off the odd feeling that I am having. To be sure I am in a better state, Isla has sent for the doctor again. He must be quite tired of my excesses now. I managed to sit up at the same time someone knocked on the door. I sniffed calling for whoever it was to come in. The door opened letting in Isla and the doctor. He didn’t look pleased with the invite at all. “Doctor,” I called out with a stiff smile. “Why have I been summoned again, Miss Fiona? From what I hear you are not having any labor pains. So why do I keep coming here to check you for nothing.” I excha
Ronan’s POV“Can’t any of you answer me?” Freya asked again and she had irritation clear in her voice. I knew we might bump into her since we were still in the day. But I couldn’t care less about what anyone might think. Fiona is carrying my child and I am going to do all that it takes to help her have a safe delivery. Irrespective of what anyone, not even my queen, might think.“Can you not raise your voice like we are fighting?” I rebuked. Freya sucked her teeth, the maids behind her even though they had their heads bound were mumbling to themselves. I wonder why she finds it hard to walk alone. “Why is Fiona locked in your arms early in the day?” “I….” Fiona wanted to respond but I stopped her. Keeping my face calm, I held Freya’s gaze. “The doctor advised Fiona to exercise as frequently as possible. Her body isn’t in the best of state now and I am helping.” Freya looked shocked beyond words. Swallowing, she took a closer step towards me. “Even at that, you are the king. You s
Ronan’s POVLouis let out his loud childish laugh as I tickled his side. It feels so good to finally get the chance to play with my child. We have gotten closer as it should be. He has stuffed himself with every sweet chewables the party has to offer. I have a feeling Isla would have a hard time putting him to bed.“So sorry, Your Highness. I will take him now.” Isla pleaded.“It is alright, Isla. Thank you. Where is my wife?”“She is getting changed.”“Alright, thank you.”After the usual open ceremony that involved every member of the Nestorian kingdom, Fiona was crowned as the Luna Queen. We returned to the palace to celebrate with a ball, ushering in anyone who desired to attend. Fiona made the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in her wedding dress. I wish we didn’t have to be so engaged in honoring our guests and just have her to myself.“Wow, he is, the man of the hour.” Timon teased sitting next to me.“I have been looking around for you. Where have you been?” I questioned.
Fiona’s POVI glanced discreetly at Ronan and smiled to myself. He looks much better than he was a month ago. When Lord Timon arrived with a carriage saying we were returning to the palace, I thought it was a joke. I had almost given up on the thought that we would ever get to return since Ronan never seemed to have an answer.When we arrived there was a lot of acknowledgment from the very people who didn’t care to see me. I never knew Ronan’s uncle and didn’t think too highly of him after hearing about all that he did. What I didn’t expect was the situation of Freya. It was okay when she plotted to have me dead, but shocking at her intention to kill Ronan. You never know what people are capable of. Dawn didn’t appear too concerned about the death of her father, but she finally got the chance to mourn her mother properly.I felt sorry for Dawn and Ronan, even though my experience wasn’t as epic as theirs. I do know what it feels like to have the ones you trust to play on your heart an
Ronan’s POVMy entire world felt like a lie. I still can’t get over everything that Elder Callum expressed. To think I felt guilty for ever suspecting him. All the while I had sleepless nights and battled for my life, he was plotting against me.“Why don’t you go back to the palace, Your Majesty, and let me sort this out,” Timon said.I shook my head feeling a nasty ache making its way to my head. “No, please, I want to see for myself.” I insisted.We were headed for Elder Callum’s house to search properly this time. Even though I still can’t get over the shock of all that he said and his death, I want to get a glimpse of everything. The house was agog when we arrived. All of the maids and guards looked on in fear as Timon and his men searched every room in the house.The remains of Aunt Celine were the first thing that was found. Callum had it wrapped up in a bag and put it into the room she had slept in when she was alive. It was obvious that it was her from the burnt remains of her
Author’s POVThere was an eerie feeling in the air as Ronan moved through the woods stealthily. He could sense some presence behind the thick bushes, and even though whoever it was did try to hide its scent, he caught a whiff of it and it almost seemed familiar. He should have listened to Timon who advised that he took a carriage to meet with his family. But something told him to go his usual route.He halted his steps to listen to be sure he heard right. All of sudden a big wolf matching his frame jumped at him from nowhere sinking his teeth into Ronan’s upper body, but he missed and only got to tear out a bit of his fur. Before he could get a grip on the situation, the attacker pushed him to the ground aiming for his neck vein. Ronan fought hard and gave the wolf a wild kick that sent him reeling backward.Ronan hurried to his feet, gnashing his teeth at his attacker. Just then the attacker shifted into their form leaving Ronan in shock. Callum turned out to be the one behind the wo
Ronan’s POVSomeone banged recklessly on the door waking me up roughly from my sleep. I have barely gotten an hour of sleep in. My mind has been laced heavily with thoughts that had prevented me from sleeping at the due time. Groaning, I sat up with my back bent. It's actually morning, how long was I asleep?Timon made his way in, bowing slightly towards me. “Your majesty,”“Really? Why would you hit on the door like that?” I questioned.“It was not my doing. Ava was at the door.”“Has she lost her mind? Where are the guards when you need them to do their jobs? Why wake me up so early in the morning?”“It's not exactly morning your majesty. It is way past noon. Are you alright? You don’t look well rested.”I rubbed my forehead, staring intently at the wall. “Something is coming, Timon. But I do not know what it is and my heart is burdened. I couldn’t get any sleep because of it. If anything goes wrong please protect my family.”He sighed. “Don’t be like that, we will resolve whatever
Ronan’s POV“Where is that bastard?” Levi yelled as he stormed my study.Three guards stood behind him ready to strike at my order. They must have restrained themselves since he is my in-law. I nodded towards them to excuse us. Timon gave me a questioning nod.“What is all this about Levi?” I inquired.“Oh, really? So you do not know what all this is about? Where is my sister, Ronan? Did you have your child bearer skin her alive? So what if she tried to kill her? Isn’t she an intruder in the first place? You should be ashamed of yourself for picking a mere stranger over your mate.” He ranted.I exchanged a confused look with Timon before looking back at the fuming man. “What you are saying now is that you do not see any wrong in what your sister did?”“Yes, and for what it is worth, you are to blame. If you didn’t turn away from her and make her feel unneeded she wouldn’t have gone that far. But what excuse do you have now that she is carrying your child and your child bearer is very
Author’s POV“Freya?” Callum called out. No response came. He rubbed at his neck in discomfort and moved closer. She was unmoving and blood appeared to be flowing from her head to the ground.He gulped hard and felt her pulse. Callum cursed under his breath at the eventuality of his action. Not only had her breath seized, she couldn’t be revived. Freya was dead. Covering his eyes with both hands, he groaned like a wounded lion. This wasn’t supposed to end like that. The only death he intends to have on his hands next is Ronan’s.His breath hitched at every passing second. Rising to his feet, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. There is no need to start hyperventilating when the deed has already been done. First, he has to get her cleaned up and find a way to dispose of her body, but then it will take a lot of work. If anyone gets to know that the queen is missing, it won’t take long for her to be traced down to him.Callum searched around for anything that would do to stuff her
Author’s POVFreya gasped for breath like she had been hit in the chest. Nothing prepared her for the murderous look in his eyes. She could sense the irritation in his expression. Her legs wobbled and her lips quivered. Ronan was supposed to be obsessed with her now that she was pregnant. He is meant to cherish her like no other. Instead, he appears to be disgusted by her.She pulled at her hair with shaky hands. A muffled scream escaped her lips, she tried hard to let it all out but nothing came. The tears rolled down her face, almost blinding her. Freya sat still just staring blankly into space. It is as if every time she tries to give Ronan a chance to amend his ways, he walks onto the destructive path.Regret creeps in as she thinks of Callum. He had been the only one who came to her rescue and assured her of a secure future. Instead of making sure their relationship is sealed and they have themselves to count on. She plotted his death. All because of Ronan.The more she thought a
Ronan’s POV“You didn’t find anything?” I asked Timon for the umpteenth time like my ears had gone deaf.He bowed his head, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. I must have gotten the wrong information.”Ruffling my hair, I sank onto the couch feeling an unexplained exhaustion. I had eventually hurried back to the palace in the hope that Timon would catch onto something. Even though we do have a missing knife to prove that my uncle had something to do with his friend's death, it is not enough to accuse him of killing his wife.Even though it doesn’t sound right, I am beginning to hope he might have a link to the enemy tormenting me. It probably was Elder James. What if my uncle was trying to defend me? Won’t it be wrong of me to be so hard on a person who is more like my parent?Timon dragged a foot on the ground. “Please say something.”I held his gaze, shrugging. “I really wish I could say something to you, but I do not know what to say. I must admit that I was eager to hear the outcome of yo