Zara.I stirred gently in my sleep and opened my eyes briefly, taking in my surroundings. The past few days seemed like a blur and I barely remembered what happened. ‘Where are we?’ I murmured to Nia, trying to get everything into focus.‘I believe this is our room,’ she responded, reeling from dizziness. She too was trying to piece together the events of the previous day, or however long we were out for. Very soon, everything began to look familiar. The vanity table that had a pinkish hue which I’d gotten ready at a few days ago, the thick velvet rug that covered almost half of the flooring in the room, the high ceilings, and the gorgeous chandelier in the middle of it. It was the room Chase had prepared for me. I tried to sit up when I felt a gentle pressure on my body, and I looked to my left to see Chase sitting on a chair by the bed, his head and arms on the bed beside me, fast asleep. ‘He’s asleep,’ Nia said, more of a statement than a question. There was a hint of amusement
The next morning, I was seated in front of the vanity mirror as the maid got me ready for the consulate meeting. When I woke up, Chase was already gone. But he left a message for me to get ready for the meeting with the elders. My heart couldn’t stop pounding and I had no idea how it would go but a part of me knew it wouldn’t go all that great. First and foremost, I was engaged and ready to be married to Chase’s nephew a week ago, the marriage didn’t hold and I was given the brand on my wrist. Then I married a king instead of a prince. No kingdom would want a branded for a queen. Secondly, Chase already had a betrothed which the kingdom approved of, and bringing a stranger into the kingdom as queen was not how things were done, and even I knew that. ‘Are you going to keep this up?’ Nia asked with an eye roll.‘Keep what up?’ I asked, feigning confusion. ‘Keep giving yourself a million reasons why you shouldn’t be here. You’ve been beating yourself up since you woke up this mornin
I could feel how much Chase was fuming just by standing next to him. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes flashed with barely contained rage as he stared at the elders. Most of them cowered from his anger, but they tried to stand their ground. “How dare you speak such words about my queen in my presence?” Chase’s voice was a low growl, his words dripping with authority. “Zara is my queen and therefore yours by proxy. Chosen by me and worthy of respect and honor regardless of your narrow-minded prejudices.”The elder remained unfazed as well as the others. “She bears the mark of a whore, Your Majesty. A stain upon you and the honor of our kingdom. We cannot accept her as our queen.”I couldn’t say anything because for one I had nothing to say and the only thing I felt was pure and undiluted anger, and also because Chase had instructed that I remained silent and to let him handle things before we got here. He wanted me to trust him, and I plan to do so. I had thought the meeting at the
As we stepped out of the tense atmosphere of the consulate room, I felt a subtle shift in Chase's demeanor. It was like he’d been trying to hold something in when we were still there. His hand, which had been firm and steady moments ago, now trembled when we got to the cold hallway. He let go of my hand and placed his hands on the wall as he began hyperventilating. His breaths came in ragged gasps, as his chest rose and fell with the effort of each inhalation.I watched in confusion, barely having an idea of what was going on. He had seemed so composed and in control, and now, he seemed like he was practically on the verge of falling apart right before my eyes. It was a startling sight, one that I had never witnessed before in the short time I’ve known him. ‘What’s going on?’ Nia asked, voicing my thoughts.‘I have no idea,’ I replied, beginning to panic. ‘But whatever it is, it’s beginning to affect him deeply.’ “Are you okay?” I asked Chase as he continued hyperventilating. With
For a moment, there was only the sound of our shallow breaths mingling in the silence. His eyes met mine briefly, but he quickly averted his gaze, his expression unreadable. “So are you going to tell me what just happened?” I asked when I noticed he was a bit calmer. “It’s nothing,” Chase said as he got to his feet and began to button his shirt. “It’s not nothing. You looked like you were in genuine pain or on fire.” I tried to stop myself from staring at the length of his torso, but it was pointless. He looked extremely gorgeous, and I tore my eyes away when he caught me looking. He sighed as he fixed his cuff links, and for some reason, I found the act endearing. He looked so sexy, and I wondered what it would feel like if he…‘Earth to Zara,’ Nia called out, dragging my attention back to what was happening. I blinked, suddenly aware of the heat rising to my cheeks as I tore my gaze away from Chase's body.“What happened, Chase?” I asked again. Chase exhaled deeply, his expre
CHASE.Zara’s hand was still clasped in mine, and even though we sat in the perfectly air-conditioned car completely silent, there was something that moment had done to us. The gentle sound of the car engine and the cool air from the air conditioner did nothing to get rid of the tension that had settled between us. It was not a tension born of discomfort, but one that had stemmed from a bond we had both shared. She’d seen me at my worst after overextending myself and my power, and she’d glazed past it like it was just a normal Tuesday in her life. It was easy being with her and talking to her. It was easy being myself around her and that was especially hard given the responsibilities I had and who I was. As a leader, I was used to wearing a mask, and always presenting strength and assurance. I never wanted to live like that even with the woman I was betrothed to. This was partly why I had not connected at all with Sabrina and didn’t think I could wed her. But with Zara, the mask s
ZARA.After dinner, I leaned back and watched with genuine interest in my eyes as the entire family laughed and shared inside jokes, the feeling of warmth surrounding me. I’ve never experienced this kind of familial love, and it felt entirely new to me. It felt like I was watching the scene play out while I was in an entirely different room. ‘Is this what it feels like?’ Nia asked from within me and I instantly knew what she meant.‘Yeah! This was what we missed out on,’ I responded. Growing up, I’d watched other people find their way back to family no matter the storm they encountered on the way, it was always a given. Fuck up, family. Break up, family. Graduation, family. First turning, family. Mating, family. Marriage, family. Whatever happened, there was always family at the end of it, and I never had that. Not since my mother died…‘I think we’ve seen enough,’ Nia said. ‘Yup,’ I agreed and pulled myself to my feet, holding my glass of wine with me. Whatever was in it was p
We both stood on the balcony, sipping from our glasses and looking up at the sky, not a word spoken, and yet I couldn’t be any more comfortable. It was weird how safe I felt with Chase especially after his nephew had completely shattered my heart. Maybe I deserve this mark on my wrist telling the whole world who I really was. “Does it seem eerily quiet to you?” Chase asked, breaking the silence before I could go through my usual rabbit hole of self-deprecation. I was spending more and more time in that hole and I completely hated it. I shook my head. “I’m starting to have a migraine and I need to sleep.”Chase stretched and stood upright. “Time to go then.”I placed my empty wine glass on the small table on the balcony and walked into the house and sure enough, it was pretty quiet. Suddenly, Ryan bounded down the stairs, his eyes darting around as if he’d stolen a cookie from the cookie jar that no one was supposed to touch. “We’re about to leave,” Chase started. “Where’s everyon
"What concoction are you talking about?" I asked as I stood up. Was this his way of running away from the conversation or was he playing another trick? "You don't have to lie. I know everything. You tried to get rid of the baby before I even knew you were pregnant!" He yelled. I said nothing. My head was spinning, my mind twirling with thoughts that made no sense. And Chase was raging angry, panting like a lion ready to devour its prey after a quick chase "First of all, it's crazy that no one told me that's why I almost lost our child," I started, keeping my voice calm and steady. "Zara, I..." But I didn't let him finish. "Secondly, I didn't even know I was pregnant, Chase," I repeated what I had told him at the hospital. "It didn't cross my mind for one moment that the reason for my changes was because I was pregnant. So why would I try to get rid of a child I had no idea I was carrying?" Chase shook his head. " Bella said she saw you taking a pregnancy test." My blood ran c
The moment stretched on, the silence, albeit thick with tension, provided me a bit of reprieve from everything else. The chaos that just happened and one I was sure would flare up once we decided to discuss things. I wasn't going to meekly wait for him to offer me explanations now. I am done with that! "I am so sorry, Snookums," Chase finally broke the silence, his voice sending a rush of calm through my nerves. Again with the very vague apology. One that doesn't seem to have any meaning. I needed him to tell me what he was apologising for specifically, because as far as I was concerned, he'a done a lot of questionable things in the past week that needed apologies. I also knew that for my mental health and his, I couldn't keep pushing this conversation until I was ready. Because the thing was, I had no idea when exactly I would be ready, considering I wasn't one who was ever comfortable discussing her feelings. I was never one taken serious back home, so I got used to bottling my
Zara I watched wide eyed as punch after punch flew between Chase and Ryan. It had all started in a blur. A type of blur that I did not anticipate. Ryan grabbed Chase by the collar punching him and they bumped into the walls, knocked down the coffee table and the tea set on top, breaking the set into a million tiny pieces on the floor. They struggled against each other, both trying to be the one on top, but Chase was currently straddling Ryan and punching him. The fighting made no sense because there was nothing to it. I could tell that Chase was acting completely out of anger because I was talking to Ryan. And Ryan was trying as much as he could to defend himself, while Shane was trying to stop it just like I was. It wasn't going great though, because Chase kept pushing Shane away and plummeting the life out of Ryan. It was a very unfair scene because Chase was ten times stronger than the two men combined. I've never seen Chase this angry and out of control in all the time I'v
When I arrived at her room on the first day, I was confused and borderline depressed. I met Isa in the room when I’d walked in and she had said Zara was taking a shower and wouldn’t like to see anyone. Yet, I could smell her close by and I couldn’t hear the sound of the shower running. I wanted to insist on seeing her because I desperately needed answers, but I also knew that I had to give her space even though I didn’t want to. My mind was still pretty set on the fact that Zara had not done what the consulate said, but it was so hard when the opinion of everyone else was in my head. I mean, she didn’t know we were mates, so of course, she didn’t want to keep the pregnancy. We both knew that this might not last long, so the genius plan was obviously to get rid of the pregnancy. I poured myself a glass of whiskey as Shane walked into the room. “Still no luck?” he asked, sitting across from me and I shook my head. “I don’t know what to do right now and who to believe. I really
Chase I lingered in front of Zara's room after a long day trip. It was the third day since her return from the hospital and my meeting with the consulate, and I hadn’t been able to see her. I thought about barging in and demanding an audience with her, but I was already on Zara's bad list, and I didn’t want to push her away any longer. Yet, even standing by this door, I could smell her, and my entire body shivered with need. I would do anything right now to hold her, kiss her, and tell her that everything would be alright. I paused for a couple of minutes and knocked on the door, hoping for a response. When none came, I pushed it open and walked inside, expecting to see Isa standing watch by the door and ready to stop me from entering. But nobody was there right now, except for Zara, who was lying on the bed, and I was certain she wasn’t asleep. The sound of her heartbeat resounded in my ears as her scent filled me. Somehow, I am more aware of her now and the mate bond, most
ZARA. I walked into mine and Chase's chambers, my spirit down and feeling sadder than I'd ever been in a while. Perhaps ever since I got here. We were expecting a child, and instead of being over the moon and ecstatic, I felt drained and tired. It was heartbreaking that Chase didn't want the child that we were having together, but it was even worse that we might be mates and I had no idea. Because he hid it from me. I sighed heavily and slumped into a nearby chair, my mind a complete mess. These past few days had shown me the amount of love I was surrounded by. I was constantly being doted on, and the one person I wanted to feel a bit of care from was nowhere to be found. Chase and I hardly talk to each other, or better yet, I do most of the avoiding. Learning that we were mates, and he hid that from me broke my heart. It made me question why he chose to hide it, and if I had any right to have the feelings I thought I had for him. Right now, I wasn't sure anymore. First, I was
"I was waiting for you," he said. "Everything okay?" I asked, keeping my voice firm as though nothing was wrong. "The consulate has requested a meeting." I groaned. Dealing with the consulate and their whining was the last thing I needed right now. "Can't it be moved? I'm sort of tied down by an emergency as you can tell." "They are pretty impatient." "Alright then. Get the car ready." Throughout the ride to the consulate, I didn't say a word. I was too beat up to speak, my emotions too raw to make coherent decisions or thoughts. I just hope the consulate does nothing to piss me off cause I'm not entirely sure I'd be able to control myself or Drew. In the midst of everything going on and the shambles in my life, however, I was immensely thankful that news of Zara's illness hasn't made its way around the kingdom yet. I'd told everyone that she'd gone on a trip to her mother's kingdom and won't be around for a little while, so I was certain that this meeting with the consula
CHASE. My stomach rolled and turned as I made my way to the doctor's office, although not as bad as it had been since Zara began to ignore me three days ago. After our conversation on that day, I had no idea what was in store for us anymore. I felt so confused and disoriented. The question she asked me had caught me off guard because prior to that moment, I hadn't really thought about what it would be like to have a child with Zara. Sure, it was definitely the best thing in the world, but I'd chickened out and she had taken my lack of response to mean that I wasn't excited about the child. Plus, while I do want the child, I don't like the idea of tying her down to me with the pregnancy, when she probably doesn't want to be with me. There's still a month left, no, three weeks until three months have passed and that fateful day before she knows I am her mate. But what if she doesn't want to be mine? The conversation with Pearl urging me to tell her about the mate bond had put more
It was the fourth day at the hospital and I was slowly feeling better and a bit happier because the people around me had held me down and had taken care of me throughout the time I was at the hospital. Even if my heart hurts. The days had passed by in a blur of silence and avoidance when it came to Chase and I. I spoke easily to Pearl, Isa, Shane and Ryan, but I barely acknowledged Chase's presence. I don't know how to face him. What to say. How to bring up the conversation of us being mates, so, instead I completely ignored him. Doing my best to avoid him. He stays with me most of the time, and we slept together each day, but I never said a word. Even when he talks, I can't bring myself to answer. The betrayal tore through me, tearing down whatever progress we've made so far. My hand always instinctively reached down and stroked my belly, the mere thought of growing a child within me was too much to even imagine. We haven't spoken about it in depth, and the excitement I had h