“What’s Rodyn’s connection to the dragons?” Emory asked impatiently.
Instead of replying, Dante took her hand and laced his fingers into hers, then led her toward the gate. Even though impatience cawed at her, she followed him.
Growing up, her mom always joked that she had ants in her pants because she could never sit still. Always in a hurry to get to the next thing. That was before she lost her parents in Suvaria. She’d learned to appreciate the simple things since then, like the sun setting over the mountains of Broiia, and the sound of her father’s voice. Everything else seemed so trivial now.
“Your majesties,” the guards bowed at the gate.
As the gate creaked open, she forced the memory of her parents out of her head. Dante’s single, looming castle came into view and a walkway of cobblestones and sprawling ivy welcomed them in. He led her forward under the moon’s warm glow, and everything fe
Looking around the quiet corridor, Emory wondered where Dante went. It was as if he had just vanished; there was no trace of a scent or sound in the tower of anyone other than her. Given her and Rodyn’s history, he must’ve misread her intention to talk to Rodyn. All she wanted was to know what Rodyn knew and if anything Dante said was true.Dante had no reason to lie to her, but she wanted to know the full story.Even though it was difficult to accept, Dante was correct in that Trey sent her to Broiia-- but she stayed of her own volition. She chose to stay because she was treated like royalty.Trey was one thing she couldn’t believe in all of this! The fact that she apologized to him and he simply stood there and took her apology made her want to scream.Emory?The sound of Rodyn’s voice echoed in her head and stunned her. It was unheard of for two wolves not mated to one another and from different packs to communic
A nervous chill crept over Emory as she made her way down the stairs. It wound down into darkness, the only light coming from the torch she picked up at the top of the stairs.When she opened the wooden door at the bottom, she was greeted by a maze of tunnels. The wall sconces flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls and she could hear the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance.Holding the torch out in front of her to see through the darkness, she wrinkled her nose against the damp air. Her torch cast a weak light on the cobweb-covered stone walls as she looked around.Emory?Rodyn’s voice popped into her head again. She didn’t know which way to go and was starting to dread what she might find. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and picked a random tunnel. She walked straight ahead until she turned a corner and saw a door at the end of the hallway. It was slightly ajar with faint sounds coming from inside.
“How about we talk for a minute?” Dante asked, gesturing to the room with the small fortune and portal.Emory frowned at the silent plea in his enchanting eyes; she wasn’t falling for it. When he held out his hand she almost instinctively went to him but stopped herself.Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at him. “Enough with your talks, Rahl.”“Let me explain,” he continued urgency in his voice.Why did he return so soon? What happened with Lady Moore and the council?“I’ve given you lots of chances to talk to me, yet here we are,” she replied wryly. “You don’t have to tell me anymore. Just let Rodyn go.”In silent rage, he looked over at Rodyn and then back at her. Standing there, arms crossed over his chest, black shirt stretching like it’d rip, she could see what was on his mind.“No,” Dante said.“Why not?”
The dragon’s voice thundered in her mind, and a shiver ran down her spine. When she opened her mouth to answer, the words caught in her throat. Its gaze engulfed her, and she couldn’t look away.But then, a hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her back. Emory stumbled and turned to see Dante standing beside her, his face set in a scowl.“Get back,” he growled at the stranger.The stranger snarled, his eyes locked on Dante. “Watch yourself, little mouse,” he warned.Dante didn’t back down. “Stay the fuck away from my mate!”The stranger hesitated, his eyes flickering back to Emory and she eyed him wondering what had transpired to provoke such an exchange. She could feel something familiar in his eyes, something that made her believe he was Kain.“Your mate?” he laughed slowly. “She is tethered to you now, yes, but I can assure you she isn’t yours.”Her ha
Angry and confused, Rodyn sat alone in the prison he knew too well.This hurt him a lot and he wanted retribution, however small. He was an unwitting pawn on a cosmic chessboard, a piece manipulated and moved by forces beyond his control.He got up from the stone table and paced the small room, his claws digging deeper into his palms with each step. The dragon inside him roared in anger, its flames licking at the edges of his consciousness. With a growl, he punched his fist against the wall and a spark of flame ignited briefly before sinking back into the depth of his soul. He wanted to roar, to let the fire out. But he closed his eyes and took a moment to calm himself down, pushing the dragon’s rage back into its cage.It was time to leave Kain’s lair. If the council was going after the Kedar pack, then his pack was next. As if dealing with the gods and their agendas wasn’t enough, he had to deal with Lycans too.They had to get out of
They landed on a cliff overlooking Eclin Tower through a silver portal. With the sky illuminated by a full moon, she could see the King’s Tower stretching into the sky. As Emory watched the city below, she realized it was barely past midnight.Goddess! It had only been hours since she mated with Dante, but it felt like forever.Now that she knew why Aworyn rushed their ceremony and blessed it herself, she was furious. She had drank that portion earlier because she trusted her completely: what a foolish thing to do. Aworyn had betrayed that trust, and Emory shared Rodyn’s desire to punish them.As Kain stepped to her side to watch the moonlight dance over the rolling hills of the city, Emory looked at him. The light cast a soft pale hue on his tanned skin, making it seem almost luminescent. It traced the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jawline, giving him this mysterious, almost ethereal quality.“What’s the plan?” she asked
Emory walked back to the edge of the cliff and sat with legs crossed, staring into the sky. They all had their fights and hers was here; confronting Aworyn or whatever god reared their ugly head. She needed answers and her memories returned. Emory knew it was perhaps a foolish thing to confront a god especially when her powers were still limited. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had to do something now. Dante… Rahl didn’t need her and neither did Rodyn nor Kain. As she sat there, her mind raced with all the possible outcomes of her actions. Would Aworyn even tell her the truth? Or would she let her ego, like every damn god, get in the way? She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing all her energy and willpower on summoning Aworyn. At first, nothing happened. Emory sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for some Aworyn. But just as she was about to give up, she felt a powerful presence begin to stir around her. Slowly, Emory opened her eyes, and there in
“There's no way you weren’t trained by Kinshra.”Her mind jumped back to the present when Rahl said that. He should be with the council, not here.“What?” Her arm throbbed in pain, and her thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult to concentrate. “What are you doing back here?” she asked, an edge of suspicion in her voice.“I couldn’t leave you here. Especially after Kathleen summoned the king’s warriors. I had to make sure she didn’t do anything foolish.”“Oh.” She groaned.“You didn’t answer me,” he said. “It’s hard to believe someone with your skills wasn’t trained by Kinshra. Was that a lie to stop the tournament?”A sharp pain shot through her shoulder as she shook her head. “No, it’s not a lie,” she said, her voice strained. “Kinshra never trained me.”His eyes narrowed. &ld
Kain watched Rahl’s commander along with a few Lycans lead the Chavére Alpha in. Crixus was a tall man with a heavy beard and broad shoulders, dressed in matching black uniforms as the Lycan guards. As the Chavére Alpha entered, he bowed slightly to the Lycan King, but his eyes betrayed a subtle disdain. “I’d like a moment with Emory, King Rahl,” the Chavére Alpha requested. Standing back, Kain watched Rahl settle into a black throne that hadn’t been there before. It appeared to be made of pure shadows shifting and curling around his form like a living creature. Looking closely at it, he noticed the mandalas absorbing the surrounding light and pulsing like stars. Taking in this extraordinary sight, Kain realized that Rahl’s power was far greater than he had ever imagined. In his peripheral vision, he caught Kinshra rounding the corner to meet her nephew. They had such striking green eyes, reminding him of Emory. While the Chavére Alpha shared Emory’s deep ebony skin, his eyes we
Her lips thinned into a tight line, and her eyes narrowed as she glared at Aworyn.She understood the goddess’s intention—to provoke her, push her limits, and unsettle her resolve. But she wasn’t going to let Aworyn’s manipulations get to her.“I am not here to engage in a battle of egos, Aworyn,” Emory continued. “I won’t play your games. Whatever is left to settle between you and me, and Rodyn, we will do it today. Now stop acting like a child and get down here!”Aworyn descended, her beautiful green eyes flashing with anger. “How dare you speak to me like that? I am divine, an immortal force! You are nothing compared to my power!”“Unless power is solely based on immortality or divine status, you’re a complete fraud!” Emory retorted.Aworyn’s face contorted with rage as she raised her hand, preparing to unleash her wrath. But before she could act, Emory’s own powers surged forth, forming a protective barrier around her. Keeping her eyes on Aworyn, Emory could only sneak a quick pee
“You don’t mean Rodyn told you where he was going, but you didn’t tell me,” Emory saidTaking a deep breath, Kain met Emory’s gaze. “He didn’t want you to know where he was going, Emory,” Kain admitted. “I gave him my word, and I couldn’t go back on it. I only do it now because the stakes are high.”She struggled to accept his excuse for withholding the truth, even though she understood it. She regretted not pressing him for the truth before. Instead of demanding answers about Rodyn’s whereabouts, she was distracted by her desire for Kain.Now that the situation was urgent, she was even more frustrated with Rodyn. After they talked about him not letting her in, he went and did this? It made her feel coddled, which made her even more frustrated.“Where is he?” Emory murmured quietly.“It’ll be alright,” Kinshra said calmly, stepping closer. “I know you worry about Rodyn, but you have to understand where Kain’s coming from. We have to get to Rodyn right away.”She walked away from her a
Emory’s gaze met Kain’s as he settled into the bench adjacent to them.“I felt the disturbance. Are you alright?” he asked her.“I’m fine, Kain,” she said, looking at Rahl.The look in Rahl’s eyes was hostile. “I don’t know how things work where you’re from, but jumping on the king’s carriage like that is monumentally idiotic and disrespectful.”“My apologies for the intrusion. I couldn’t ignore the unstable surge of energy coming from Emory. I had to make sure she was safe.”“She’ll always be safe with me. You have no right to interfere!”Despite the way he was glaring at Rahl, Kain’s voice remained calm. “I understand your concern. But she’s my mate, and I can’t ignore her distress.”Rahl sighed loudly. “I only want good things for you, Emory. But I need some time to process all of this.”“I’m not trying to usurp your place, Rahl. She needs help navigating the intricacies of our bonds.”“I barely have a place with her,” Rahl said.Their back and forth didn’t interest her. Her only c
“From this day forward, you are Keeper of the Realms.”She watched as he put the crown on her head and stepped back with a bow before they all disappeared. Emory squeezed her eyes shut, her head throbbing from an unpleasant sensation.Are you alright?Rahl’s voice echoed through her mind and dispelled the unease within a split second. Nodding, she looked at him, fascinated by his ability to calm her heart no matter where she was.Is this over? I need to discuss something with you.He immediately got up and walked to her. After he helped her off the throne, he gave the council and officials a head bob that made them spread out.“The monarch and queen of the mighty Empire of Morrian will now lead the procession around Eleadoi,” the officiant announced, and the hall rose.At the bottom of the stairs, Crixus and his men lined up beside Sabine and the red flock; their attire matched Rahl’s. On their way down the aisle, Emory couldn’t help but glance at Rahl.As Rahl moved, the cream fabric
Kain’s lips pressed against Emory’s neck, sending shivers up her spine. She leaned into his touch, her senses awakening to their electrifying connection. His gentle, passionate kisses stirred desire deep within her, igniting a flame that burned with intensity. Emory let out a deep sigh as Kain’s lips trailed down her collarbone, her breathing becoming more laboured with every passing second.His hands slipped under her robe to explore the contours of her body. They glided along her curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her breath quickened, her heart beating hard against her chest as she succumbed to the intoxicating sensations that invaded her.While they savoured the moment, soaking up the bliss of their intimate embrace, the world faded into the background.Emory’s fingers tangled in Kain’s hair, pulling him closer, craving more of his touch. Their lips finally met in a fiery kiss, their desires colliding in a passionate exchange. Kain’s calloused hands caressed her back,
Emory quickly turned off the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around herself before stepping out. Aworyn stood in the corner of the bathroom, her tall, angelic figure spellbinding in the tiny space. Those green eyes stared into Emory’s. Although she couldn’t help but be enamoured by Aworyn’s beauty, Emory snapped out of her reverie quickly. “What do you want?” she asked in an icy tone. She stepped forward. “I know you have a lot of questions, doubts, and possibly even anger towards me. But please hear me out. There are things you need to know.” Emory’s grip on the towel tightened as conflicting emotions surged within her. A part of her yearned for answers, for closure about the mysteries surrounding her life. But a part of her, still haunted by past betrayals, wanted her to punish Aworyn. Aworyn had blocked out memories starting on her sixteenth birthday, and even though they were returned she couldn’t make sense of some of them. Aworyn’s plans had been in motio
Emory’s heart raced when his lips touched hers; they were fierce and demanding. It was impossible not to respond, her desire growing stronger with every passing minute. But she knew they had to focus on the many things at hand, even as she lost herself in the moment. She pulled away, her breathing ragged. “Wait,” she said. “We have a lot to do.” His expression was serious as he looked at her. “I know,” he said. “But if we’re being honest, this is top of the list.” Taking a cautious step away from him, she licked her lips and eyed him. “Rahl.” “Lady Chavére,” he said with a smile and stepped forward after her. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?” “We both know you know the answer to that.” Emory eyed him, then turned towards the stairwell as she sensed Sabine closing in. Rahl followed her gaze, watching until Sabine came into view at the top of the stairs. Gasping, she bolted down to them. Sabine held her shoulders and looked at her. “Are you okay?” she asked. “I’m ok.”
“There's no way you weren’t trained by Kinshra.”Her mind jumped back to the present when Rahl said that. He should be with the council, not here.“What?” Her arm throbbed in pain, and her thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult to concentrate. “What are you doing back here?” she asked, an edge of suspicion in her voice.“I couldn’t leave you here. Especially after Kathleen summoned the king’s warriors. I had to make sure she didn’t do anything foolish.”“Oh.” She groaned.“You didn’t answer me,” he said. “It’s hard to believe someone with your skills wasn’t trained by Kinshra. Was that a lie to stop the tournament?”A sharp pain shot through her shoulder as she shook her head. “No, it’s not a lie,” she said, her voice strained. “Kinshra never trained me.”His eyes narrowed. &ld