(Kaan’s POV)“Mutiny?”Sylvana makes a clicking sound with her tongue and teeth. “You heard correctly, cousin. There are those who are considering snubbing your very first Hybrid Festival, thereby showing their discontent and disapproval for your…company.” She glances at Raya who is watching us in confusion. “They do not recognize you as the king while your father lives and they intend to use that flimsy excuse to begin undermining your authority.”“That’s absurd. My father will hear about it and—” I frown. When my father does hear about it, he will be upset and given the state of his health, stress will definitely not improve it. “Who are they? Are they planning on putting another in my place? That would be rather tricky since I am the only heir to the line of kings and no one else can do the particular thing that we do. What do they hope to gain?”“Oh, they have a subtler but more devious agenda than that of replacing a legitimate son of the lycan king, whose line was chosen and bles
(Kaan’s POV)The day of the Hybrid Festival looms closer and I get more and more restless by the minute.I mean, this is it. My very first official duty, even though my father will surely return to his duties soon. I have been keeping tabs on him and according to his doctor, he is getting better every day, although not well enough yet to return to his responsibilities.To be honest, I am more anxious about my father than about the damn festival. He’s doing much better but something has changed in me because of what happened.The thing is, it made me realize how quickly things would change when he’s gone. I’ve always known what the future holds for me, yes, but it hits differently this time because now there is a sense of urgency and impending doom.My life will change drastically and not only because I now have a chosen mate, but because I will be taking the mantle of the king and I don’t think I will ever be ready for that. The workload will be heavier but I can manage that and the
(Raya’s POV)Kaan steps protectively forward, shielding me from the newcomer’s uncanny sharp eyes, but I tiptoe to look over his shoulder, eager to see our visitor.“Hmm…this must be the human mate I’ve heard so much about.” The silver-haired lady drawls, her voice spine-chilling in its apathy.Human mate? She must be another lycan, but unlike Sylvana, this one doesn’t look very friendly. She stands tall and straight, almost military in her stance. Her short silver hair seems to be spun from moonbeams; they shimmer as if with a light of their own in the dark. She looks to be around her early sixties, but I’m not really a good judge when it comes to age so I could be wrong.Just like Kaan, the cold doesn’t seem to bother her because she is wearing only a simple black leather outfit with a fur overcoat.“Lady Cordelia,” Kaan says, his tone guarded. “We welcome you to Eldra Systir.”“Why do you hide her, Prince Kaan?” The lady asks, almost sounding amused. “Do you really think I would off
(Raya’s POV) “...the worst is yet to come.” The words ring terrifying and true. I might have passed the initial test and gotten past ‘Cerberus’ but we’re just at the gates of hell and we have yet to meet the rest. I glance at Kaan and see him watching as Sylvana and Lady Cordelia walk away. His whole body appears stiff with anxiety and I’m afraid touching him or even speaking to him right now will make him snap. So I resigned myself to waiting. Only to find myself being lifted in his arms and carried off to the house without a warning. Before I know it, I am on the bed, being kissed senseless and I close my eyes, hoping he won’t stop this time, like when we were down at the beach and he pulled away just when things were heating up. However, he pulls away again but this time, he appears to be struggling for control as he begs me to accept being his mate. To be honest, I thought I already was but he has that intense look in his eyes that tells me something is different this time a
(Raya’s POV)My hands are trembling. Probably out of excitement but there is unease as well.“It’s not gonna bite…you know that, right?”That he can still tease me when my poor nerves are frayed gives me the push I need. I snap the button open.Of course he’s wearing underwear. I’m almost disappointed. Almost. But only because I was already mentally preparing myself to see the real thing…that is, as God intended it to be before mankind was cast out of the Garden of Eden.Oh, but would you look at that!? I wanted to whistle—he might as well have not worn anything at all. That poor fabric, stretched to its limit…begging to—I look up. He’s watching my reaction with such intensity but my brain seems to have stopped working for a few seconds.I clear my throat. “I might need you to get insurance, you know—just in case we break something,” I tell him, trying to sound casual.He blinks, confused. “Break something? What do you mean?”I pointedly glance down before looking back at him again.
(Raya’s POV)I can’t feel the mark anymore but I know it’s there. It’s beginning to make me rather conscious now and I’m pretty sure no amount of laser light energy will be enough to remove it should it start to really unnerve me. There is no going back from this vow.Not that I want it removed, I’m just a little bit…I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Bothered is really the only adjective I can think of. Like there’s an itch I can’t scratch and it’s starting to be uncomfortable.The mark is actually very pretty so I’m not even sure why it’s eliciting a weird reaction from me. Frankly, if I was ever into tattoos, I would probably even have chosen something very similar. But there is restlessness in me right now, something I’ve never felt before.Sometimes I even feel angry. Which is weird because what is there to be angry about?My monthly period must be coming soon, come to think of it. Maybe it’s just hormones.I know it’s a big deal for Kaan so I don’t say anything or he might take i
(Raya’s POV)I have goosebumps all over and tears in my eyes at this point. I know the story is a tragic one, but hearing the words still hits you hard. “Oh no…she died!?”Tilda sighs. “It's called ‘hamferð’. I believe in English you may call it as some sort of a vision, but ‘hamferð’ is specifically a Faroese term for seeing the dead and ninety-nine percent of the time it’s because one of your loved ones had drowned while at sea and they would show themselves to you in ‘hamferð’. The dead ones almost never speak. Most often they just show up, look at you or point at something, maybe even do some chore they always did when they were alive, but then they’d disappear and would never be seen again.”“That’s so sad…what happened to the little sister?” I’m so invested now and I stare at the little island with different eyes.“Little Eva knew that this probably meant her beloved big sister had fallen off the ferry and drowned. Overcome with grief, little Eva wailed, full of grief, waking up
(Kaan’s POV) Sylvana’s lessons are starting to really be a pain in the ass and I feel like the room is closing in on me. I stare at the folder with all the faces I need to remember before the day is over and I have the strongest urge to cast it into the fireplace. I stand up and take Raya’s hand. “Let’s go.” Sylvana frowns, standing up to block the way. “What!? Wait a second, where the hell do you think your royal arse is going!?” “I need a break or I’m gonna go crazy and if you don’t want me to go King George the third at the festival, you will get out of my way. We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I say dismissively, pulling Raya with me as I exit the door, ignoring Sylvana’s protests that we don’t have much time as it is. Raya quietly follows behind me. Instead of going to the usual cliff where it’s most likely Sylvana will follow, I pull my mate towards the higher side of the island, ready to carry her if need be, just to get away from my cousin for a while. I know she mea
(Raya’s POV) I stare at the face of my little prince as he sleeps peacefully beside me. “You’re so beautiful, my darling boy,” I whisper as I caress his tiny hand planted possessively on my cheek. He likes sleeping this way. He looks just like Kaan in his baby pictures and I wonder if, as the years pass, will he look more like him or like me? Or something in between? Oh, I can’t wait to see! And yet I can’t bear for this wonderful version of him to be gone either! I’m so torn! I couldn’t help but kiss his cherubic face, the plump cheeks that drive me nuts. He’s so cute! I hear Kaan chuckle as he enters our room. “Are you obsessing over Alarick again?” He whispers. “I can’t help it, Teddy’s so freaking cute!” I whisper back. He rolls his eyes at the nickname Teddy I insist on using for our firstborn, whose name is Alarick Theodulf. He says it’s not very princely. I make a face. “Oh, and Kaan is?” I tease him. He grins. “I’ll have you know that Kaan means King of Kings. You
(Lila's POV) She sighs. “Go ahead…” “As mate of the king’s guard, you will be able to do more for your sister than being here, working yourself to exhaustion every single day. My position as the king’s guard opens doors that not even that Jack-ass she was mated to could ever dream of. You will be an honorary member of the royal family. Your sister’s future is as good as secured. And well, there’s the added bonus of having a good-looking mate who loves you as much as you love him.” He winks at her, making her smile despite herself. “Is that all?” She asks. “What about my shop? I have yet to finish saving up to pay for the capital that Alpha Seth and Luna Marie lent me.” He smiles sheepishly. “You owe them nothing. That was money I sent for you, so you will lack nothing ever.” He covers her lips with a finger when she starts to say something in protest and grins. “I know, I know…I shouldn’t have—but it was my allowance that I put aside from what was promised to my parents by the king
(Orthros POV)“May I ask why?”Lila takes a deep breath and stands up so he follows suit. She walks to the kitchen and offers him something to drink which he declines. “Lila—”She prepares a cup of tea for herself. “You wanted me to build a life with Maeve here. I did.” She frowns and turns to look at him. “I upended my life at the lycan court for you years ago, Orthros, because I believed we were going to be together. But you left me here and moved on. I made a life for myself and my sister now, we have set our roots and worked hard to get the shop going. Maeve is going to be big someday. She’s very talented and I know she’ll go the distance. So, forgive me but…I can’t and I won’t leave everything behind just because it’s convenient for you now.” She tells him tartly.He stares at her, torn between frustration and amazement. He is impressed by how level-headed she is, how firmly she is handling him and sending her message across in a very clear manner.Lila has changed. She is no lo
(Orthros POV) She stares at him as if she’d seen a ghost and inwardly he winces. He can’t really blame her for this reaction, it has been several years since they last saw each other and even though he kept tabs on them through Alpha Seth, he dared not establish direct communications with her or Maeve. It was difficult enough to stay away when he knew she would not be waiting for him. To find that she was still hoping for him to return, or even just to hear anything from her hinting that she needed him…it would have broken his concentration—and he would have come back running, to hell with the consequences that could ruin their lives. However, Alpha Seth assured him that Lila and Maeve were doing great, that they have been integrated well in the small town and were busy rebuilding their lives and setting up a home and a shop as dressmakers. I sent him money to ‘lend’ the two sisters so they will be able to have anything they need without being a burden to the pack, and asked Alpha
(Lila POV)It still hurts to remember that day, even though she’d put on a brave face, for the sake of her sister Maeve. She had cried herself to sleep many nights after that separation until there were no more tears to shed.But then, as always…life goes on and time waits for no one. She learned to wipe away her tears in the morning as if they were never there in the first place. And then, before she knew it, she stopped crying all together.As she became busier and busier building a new life with Maeve, she realized one important thing that made everything…a little better. The beautiful and poignant truth:He loved her too. For just as she was willing to break the fated bond—if they were indeed destined for each other—and let him find a better mate, Orthros chose the hard path to make sure she and Maeve will be safe… that they will live a better life.It only saddens her to think that Orthros might have been thinking that he was not worthy of being loved anymore, just because he ha
(Orthros POV) She stood there with a basket of berries, so beautiful she made his heart ache for he longed to touch her and kiss her strawberry red lips. It was his dream, to finally claim her as his, fated or not, for lycans have the gift of free will to choose their own mates. But how could he do that to her? How could he condemn her to a life of misery, of being shunned by everyone and laughed at for having a cursed mate? How could he risk giving her pups that might have the same affliction, punished with the same fate for daring to reach for the stars? “Orthros?” She whispered before rushing to embrace him. The moment their skins came in contact with each other, her thoughts came flooding in and his fears were confirmed. She loved him so much that she cared not about his terrible fate and was only too happy that he was meeting her eyes again. He closed his eyes as he hugged her back tightly, breathing in her lovely scent, and allowing himself to dream for a second longer, befo
(Lila POV)Lila watches her younger sister go, her heart aching for the pain she knows Maeve is currently going through. If only she has done more to make sure her sister had not given that jerk more than he deserved, perhaps Maeve wouldn’t be so…broken.Luna Marie sighs. “Poor girl…I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes right now—such pain she must be going through…so much that she cannot speak because words have failed her—but perhaps it’s for the best. I never liked that boy Jack. He would have only held her back from her potential and hidden away her brilliance under his barrel of self-worth.” She hooks her arms in Lila’s, gently pulling her away. “Your sister has something great in her future. Do not worry so much, Lila…she’ll heal, like many of us who went through something similar.”Lila glances at the luna of the pack that has accepted her and Maeve when they needed a home. Luna Marie has always been so kind and supportive, and loves the alpha so much that it’s hard to imagine any
(Orthros POV) “Don’t say no yet. The offer stands until the day before we leave.” Former King Wayan tells him jovially, slapping him amicably on the back. Since abdicating the throne in favor of his son Lakàn, the old king seems to have regained a little bit of his youth. His excitement over his incoming world tour and ‘second honeymoon’ with his mate has obviously done him wonders. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Former Queen Freya smiles at him. “You have only two weeks to convince the girl. Best be on your way now, child. It'd be a shame to choose someone else less trusted to travel with us.” He bows. “I will try my best, Your Majesty.” As he walks away, he winces at the assault of thoughts that he can hear from the people around him. Ever since his extra wolf Lethe has left him, his wolf Levi is finally able to breathe and use his powers to its full extent. He has no idea how much the parasitic and incompatible bond between Levi and Lethe has been holding him back. He sighs as
(Kaan's POV)“I’m stepping down.”We are at my parents' mansion, currently enjoying a bountiful Christmas dinner when my father invited me to his office for a glass of whiskey.He said those three words right when I'm drinking and I almost choked. As it is, I started coughing and my eyes watered from the effort to clear my throat.“What the—what do you mean you’re stepping down!?”My father only chuckles and raises his glass, watching me turn pale as I realize he’s not joking.“Dad—”He turns his back on me and faces the window. “I want to travel the world without the weight of my people on my back. To really feel the sand under my feet when we go south or the cold breeze on my face as we head north… To dance with your mother while I still can.” He turns to look at me with raised brows. “I do believe you are ready now. And dear Raya will be there to help you.”“Dad, I…”“Kaan, I want to live before my time in this world is over.”What do I even say to that? How do I refuse when I know