(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
Lysander was trying to get me to meditate so I could center myself, yeah, that wasn’t working out well for me. My mind kept drifting to the upcoming war, realizing that my sisters are getting married in a matter of weeks. The anxiety from it was making it difficult to concentrate on emptying my mind and relaxing. Uncle Albrun had to grab my hand because my anger and frustration were getting out of control, and they could see it. Lysander FINALLY gave up on the idea of having me meditate, for the time being, thank the Goddess Danu above for that.
“Now I want you to try and control your emotions and create a small ball of fire like I just had,” Lysander instructed, tossing his little fireball from one hand to the other.
He said he had concentrated on his love of Winnie and their passion for one another, I figur
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) After a few more hours of training, I make the decision to talk to my wonderful uncle Leland. Winter made a lot of sense, we really haven’t given him the chance to fully explain the situation and I, honestly, shouldn’t have listened in on his conversation with his wolf. Those conversations are private for a reason, and I know that I would be pissed if someone overheard my conversations with Winter. I thought Leland had left but I found him sitting in the living room after walking in through the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I’m giving you the opportunity to explain EVERYTHING to me,” I state firmly, crossing my arms over my chest as I sit in a chair across from where he is sitting on the couch. Leland sighs, “When Conri and Amelie found out they were pregnant with you, they were overjoyed. Your parents were much older than others when they finally had you—Conri was almost 60 and Amelie had just turned 57. There had been decades of unrest in M
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) 3 weeks later It had been a few weeks since my talk with Uncle Leland and we came to an understanding about our relationship. Rian and I discussed bringing back the monarchy, his response to it was surprising, he was okay with it and understood where Leland had been coming from regarding politics and agendas. My training was difficult at first, particularly harnessing my spell caster magic and controlling my emotions around it but eventually, I got the hang of it. Lysander said that I had an affinity with water, and it seemed that my magic, was elemental magic and according to him, there weren’t many elemental spell casters left in Khisfire. Uncle Albrun and I had an easier time with my elf magic because it was all about intent, I was able to teleport myself as far away as the Oceri, the sea dweller’s and sea shifter’s kingdom where I met Prince William and his mate Princess Charlotte along with their children Lottie and William Jr. I had accidentally
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) I was limping my way down to dinner because Rian angry fucked my booty hole because he was tired of my being a brat to him. The sting reminded me of all of the delicious tortures he inflicted upon me for the last 45 minutes before angry fucking me. He glares down at me, grasping my hand, and stomping down the stairs. So fucking rude. My booty hole hurts, and he won’t even carry me. Fucker. Serves you right for biting him like that. He told you to stop or you were going to get punished, you got punished. And don’t even try and pretend you didn’t like being angry fucked. Yeah, well my butthole hurts so I’m allowed to be salty. Winter barks out a laugh, so fucking rude. Rian and Stark told Winter not to heal me, and like the perfect little wolf she is, she’s not healing me. So, every step burns and I let out a whimper, and that only makes Rian smirk in satisfaction. You’re just butthurt that I’m a good little wolf and a good little Sub for
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) It’s finally the day of the wedding and the servants around the palace are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, with my mother and the soon-to-be mother-in-laws barking out orders. Winnie, Ilayda, Adelina, and I are all getting ready our parents suite because it’s big enough to fit us, our dresses, and our entourage. The bride's to be are all nervous, I can feel it rolling off of them, but then again, we all are. We’ve not heard anything from Calida, Silas, or Beatrix other than the vision I had of them planning their attack for today. “You look beautiful, Morrigan,” Winnie states as Catherine finishes with my hair. I look in the mirror and see the finished product, a beautiful flower crown and my hair in beautiful beachy waves. While Jolene kept it simple with the makeup, a beautiful nude palate with a rose-colored lip. My skin looked sun-kissed and dewy. “Damn, I look hot.” I say. The women in the room giggle
(Rian’s P.O.V) The wedding ceremony was beautiful, the music got chuckles out of the crowd, but they were unsurprising picks from the sisters, to be honest. Now, the fucktards Calida and Silas, have ruined the reception I was hoping to steal Morrigan from for a quickie in the bathroom.Fucking assholes, ruining our fun.Well, let’s finish this and then we can go have our quickie. The sounds of groaning get louder, and the sound of shuffling feet comes from the hallway leading to the entrance of the ballroom.“Everyone! Outside! Those who can fight, prepare for battle, those who can’t make your way to the bunkers!” King Leonard orders, as he begins his duel with Calida and Silas. There is a stampede to the back door of the ballroom of people trying to get out—women, children, and the elderly. They clear out rather quickly and we take this battle outside, meeting the other warriors from Khisfire and Alynthi. King Leonard comes walking out, still fight
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) All hell has broken loose, and I had just killed my father. He died for a second time at the hands of a family member, his own daughter this time. Now, I’m pissed. Fucking ruined the fucking wedding, forced me to kill my own fucking father, and now they ripped my fucking dress. I take my sword to my dress, cutting it off at the knee to give myself some more room to move. Running through the field, I take the lives of as many of these fucking stupid ass zombie things before I make it to my sisters, who took a page out of my book and cut off the skirts of their wedding dresses. “So much for a quiet wedding and reception huh?” I call out, slicing the head off of a zombie who was sneaking up on Winnie. “Yeah, well the family that fights a battle together, stays together!” She responds as she conjures vines to wrap around one of the Dark Fae. “Now, you stay where you are,” Lysander states to the bound Fae, punching him in the face. I was battl
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Watching my father, the father who raised me as his own, the man who loved me unconditionally, die triggered inside me a rage I wasn’t expecting. I felt the power flowing through me, something primal…something ancient was rising up. We are the Goddess of War incarnate, Morrigan. What? What Goddess of War? The Celtic Goddess of War, whose name is Morrigan. Umm, is that a coincidence? Nope! Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns. Girl stop. I drove the blade of my sword into the ground and the earth split, light shining through the ground. Ice spread through the earth, across the field, and encasing the enemy in a cocoon of ice. Like human/zombie popsicles. Push them over Morrigan. I did what Winter suggested and pushed one of the zombies over and the ice shatter into a million pieces along with the zombie. It was dead, again, and I saw its soul escape from its icy prison. “Everyone! Push over the ice cocoons a
(Rian’s P.O.V) Watching Morrigan’s powers come out full force was the most awe-inspiring thing I have ever seen. She truly was a warrior, making it simple for us to defeat our enemies using her powers like she had. “Man, I was really looking forward to a seriously epic battle and to have some seriously gnarly scars to show off to the ladies. But noooooo, Morrigan had to go all Warrior Goddess on everyone.” Killian says pouting. “Are you serious right now?” I ask, incredulously. “I didn’t even get to save your life or something heroic like that!” He shouts throwing his hands in the air and walking back towards the palace. “I don’t even know what to say to any of that,” Cormac says, looking at me. Morrigan has her three targets frozen in front of her, ready to absolutely demolish them. They are quick battles, but I know that after using so much of her powers she’s going to be exhausted. Her battle with Beatrix lasts the longest but ends in her being eaten b
(Euan’s P.O.V) 18 years later (cont’d) I woke up this morning, happy to have my wolf even though we weren’t going to be able to shift until next week on the full moon. After having breakfast with my family, I wanted to go and visit my grandparents and as I was walking to their house, passing Beta Killian’s place I picked up the soft scent of roses and sweet orange. My wolf, Dakota, shakes out his fur and starts purring at the smell. Mmm, that’s our mate. That was our mate’s scent? Killian only has one daughter, my best friend Juniper, or Junie as she likes to be called. Fuck, we can’t tell her. She’s only 16 and it’s against our laws for wolves of age to tell their mate about the bond if they are underage. Doesn’t mean we can’t sneak in and sniff her a bit. Seriously? What is wrong with you? Absolutely nothing. I’m enjoying her smell. I shake my head at my wolf, and it takes all of my will power to continue on to my grandparents’ house. “Ha
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) 18 years later Euan was turning eighteen today and gaining his wolf, however, he won’t shift for another week since that’s when the next full moon is. These past 18 years have passed by in peace for our kingdoms as well as the other kingdoms of the Lunar Realm. Euan has long since become an older brother to 6 other siblings: the twins Flynn and Rory—both 16, Ronan who is 14, then the next set of twins (both girls) Rowan and Bridget both 12, and then our surprise baby girl Fallon who turned 10 a few months back. Rian wanted to have all boys first before we had girls, he understood that we couldn’t exactly make sure that happened but by the powers of the Goddess Danu, he got what he wanted. All our boys came out quiet, observant, and big—each boy weighed in at almost 10 pounds and each was 22 inches long. The girls were taking after me it seemed, petite, loud, and complete daddy’s girls. They had Rian wrapped around their little fingers even if he didn’t
(Rian’s P.O.V) 2 months later “Rian!!!!” Morrigan yells. I was in my office, having just gotten off the phone with Alpha Tiernan from Hallowed Manes Pack in the Human Realm when Morrigan comes tearing into my office. She braces her hand on the door frame to catch her breath, so I take this opportunity to scold her before she can speak. “You ran down here Morrigan? We’ve discussed this! You’re pregnant! You can’t be running or overexerting yourself like this! It’s not good for you or the baby.” I admonish while guiding her over to the sofa I had added to my office. “I know, I know. But I heard the conversation between you and that Alpha! I want to escort this FBI agent to Eferhile! I want to see mom, Bayard, and Constance! Please mo rí?” She asks, giving me her best “puppy dog” eyes. I groan, knowing I’m not going to be able to deny her because she’ll cry if I tell her no, and then I’ll feel like a dick. “Alright, but either Cormac or Killian goes with you
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) I had been feeling off-color for a while now, but with everything that had been going on over the last few months, I thought it was stress. Until the vomiting started, thank the Goddess Danu above that I was able to conveniently hide my toilet bowl worship from Rian. I decide that it’s time to go see Dr. Wyatt, one of our pack doctors so I enlist my mother and Roisin to come with me on the off chance something happens. The nurse welcomes me back with an awkward curtsey to which I visibly cringed. “That bad huh?” She giggles. “The worst, but please I’m not expecting everyone to bow and curtsey to me. Literally, nothing changes but the titles and the meaning behind them. So please, don’t EVER do that again.” I say laughing. She laughs, and hands me a cup to pee in before I meet with Dr. Wyatt, she walks off with my mother and Roisin to get them set up in the doctor’s office. After pissing all over my hand—then subsequently washing my hands
(Rian’s P.O.V) After returning to the grand ballroom for the reception, I realized I hadn’t removed Morrigan’s butt plug. I couldn’t help the mischievous giggle that bubbled over, making her look at me with eyebrows raised, making me shake my head in response. So here she was, walking around the reception with her jeweled butt plug still in her tight little ass. We’re so fucking her in the ass later. She’ll be nice and ready for us. Yup, now if only this party would hurry up and be over with. Morrigan and I were talking to the Alpha couple of a nearby bear sleuth, when Morrigan’s hand tightened on mine and I could feel her anger and embarrassment. Should have kept my mouth shut huh? Yes, you should have Stark. Now see if she gives us her ass now. I grumble, feeling disgruntled. You can have my ass any way you want it, baby, just gotta ask. Morrigan purrs in our mind link. Okay, then I want it now. Bend over that table like a good girl. I purr back at her
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with. “I present to you all, Her Majesty, Luna Queen Morrigan Faith O’Connor!” Rian booms out. I turn my head sharply to him, confused as to why he used his last name to find him on one knee next to me, with a beautiful princess-cut diamond ring nestled in a ring box. “Over the last two and a half months, you have given my lif
(Rian’s P.O.V) It’s the day of Morrigan’s Luna Ceremony, and we are all a bundle of nerves right now because before the ceremony takes place, we will be announcing our plans. I had my speech prepared and I kept going over it, trying to commit it to memory, and I played the “what if” game and wrote down answers to questions or comments about our intention to reinstate the monarchy and crown Morrigan Luna Queen. Leland had been able to smuggle one of Queen Amelie’s crowns out of the palace before it burned down, so we would be able to crown her with that. Servants were bustling around the packhouse, getting things ready for the arrival of several of the royal families: King Alstin was coming in along with King Emeritus Albrun since Queen Aubriana and Celestia were already here, King Cerberus was joining us, Queen Lucia and King Osiris of Khisfire. They were going to be showing their support for the restoration of the shifter monarchy. It was being decorated in ou
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) It’s been a few days since the funeral, and we were back in Màni getting ready to go shopping for my Luna Ceremony. The kingdom didn’t know this, but we were going to announce who my biological parents were and that I was ascending to the throne. Rian and the entirety of my mother’s family were concerned with how the announcement will be received by the shifter kingdom. We knew most of them would be fine with the change, however, we knew that my father’s dead cousin still had his supporters out there. Uncle Leland and his mate, Tàri, were going to be in attendance as well as their grown pups and grandpups. I would be meeting all of them for the first time. He was excited to know that I was going to be taking up the mantle of Luna Queen and I offered him and Tàri a nice sized mansion in the pack so they could be close since the cat was going to be out of the bag, so to speak, that members of the royal family had survived. I was sitting in th
(Rian’s P.O.V) It was the day of the funerals for our warriors and for King Leonard, it was decided that Leonard’s body would be the last pyre lit. While a King’s pyre should always be lit first, as a symbol of him guiding his warriors to Annwn (or the Underworld), however, his family agreed that Leonard would want his warriors and those who fought alongside his warriors, to have the honored spot. “It’s time to go mo grà,” I whisper to Morrigan. She’s been quiet this morning, just going through the motions of the day. I know that her dream meeting with her biological parents and Leonard helped with how she had been feeling about the whole situation. She looks beautiful in her black, long, full-sleeved jumpsuit with a medium plunge, and a belt cinching her waist. Her beautiful fiery hair was pulled up into a sophisticated bun, leaving a few wisps of hair surrounding her face. Her make-up was done in neutral tones, and she kept it simple. Her black stilettos fi