"Mummy is sorry." She whispered, tracing the letters on the gravestone. "Mummy should have done better. I know. Mummy should have protected you better, I know. It is all my fault. My son." She cried. "It is all my fault. I didn't even get to name you."Zezi fell to her knees slowly while Delice wept, with a slow movement, she put her hand over Delice's shoulders.For tonight, she would cast it all aside. For tonight, she would view them as the same person, for tonight she would allow herself to comfort her. For tonight, she would be blind to her monstrous side.Only for tonight, she would raise the white flag.Delice took the comfort in her action, her head resting against Zezi's shoulder, her face buried into the upper part of her chest, her hair brushing one side of her neck, while she wept and Zezi patted her back slowly, moving her hand up and down in a sign of comfort, not saying a word.Somewhere along the line, tears had welled up in Zezi's eyes and she was crying too. Her hear
"My parents were disappointed. They had high hopes and the signs I had showed, they had thought I had it in me. You know, a wolf." She paused slightly before she continued. "Every ounce of love they ever showed me disappeared. Despite the fact that I was their only child, they lead me to the boarder themselves and set me into the wild. I watch them turn their backs on me and not once did they look back."Zezi's hand stilled around Delice's, tightening as it moved further up to her shoulder. "I understand them, even right there I understood where they were coming from. My parents were mere omegas and anything more that would bring them below the Pack ranks would have been nothing more but painful shame to what they were already facing. I have forgiven them, I hold no grudges against them and I hope that they are doing fine in their graves." As lighthearted as those words had sounded, Zezi was more distracted by the whiff of madness that she had once sensed from Lady Delice's lingering
"Our friendship was almost ruined.." Delice gasped slightly, remembering how she had dashed out of the room immediately, her heart shattering. How Laura had followed her, wrapping a bedsheet around her body in a hurry, hickeys littered across her neck, her lips swollen from kisses, her eyes hazy with lust, blood dripping from a side of her lips."She told me she would banish him, that she had only conducted a test for him to see if he was worthy of me.""And you believed her?"Delice didn't answer immediately until she finally did."Laura loves me." She gulped, nodding. She looked up at Zezi, before looking down slowly, saying the next words underneath her breath like she was trying to convince herself of something she already had reasonable doubts about. "She loves me."There was something about this whole situation that reminded Zezi about that time in the Alpha's office, when George had thrown her right across the room because his wolf had taken over and he was about to fight with
Zezi gulped, folding her arms and leaning back into her seat. She should be in the library, she should be meeting Akeem, Akeem should be introducing her to his High Pillar, her mission should be in motion by now but she had foolishly allowed her emotions to sway her and now she had missed it. What if they left the library, taking her absense the wrong way and decided she would never join the White Circle?That didn't sound as threatening as it should when she thought about it. She knew she was important to them and it would take them much more to decide that they didn't need her. But she couldn't be sure. She didn't know the White Circle enough to know how their minds worked. If they even decide they didn't need her anymore, well, that would be alright.What raised her fear though was if the White Circle sent death after her. They could even send Akeem to silence her, the mission would be smooth and easy for him, considering the qualities he possessed. He had no aura, and he hide
"You shouldn't make Lady Zezi your Queen. With all due respect and all the formalities that I should have started with. Sorry about that."Unfortunately, the voice was one that Zezi knew all too well. The light-heartedness of the aura it flowed with, the humour that was buried within it, and the way the calmness slipped through the shelf that she was hiding behind and floated to her ears like a gentle petal swayed by the breeze. There was no doubt in her mind that that voice belonged to Sir Oliver. For once since he had stepped into the Castle and she had seen him, this was the first time she would be wholeheartedly agreeing with something he said. She didn't know the reason why he had said that but what does it matter?Despite her total agreement to the statement, she dared not speak. Not because she was afraid of saying it, she had after all made her intentions about this whole mate situation known to the King times without number, the only problem, was that, she was hiding. Rushi
"Oliver." He said with a gritted drag in his voice. "Your Majesty?""Do you have problem with the Fur Breed?" "Have a problem with the wolves? Personally? Pst, no! Buuuuttt... not everyone is as forward thinking as I am, your Majesty." A slow flip. Zezi closed her eyes counting in her head, to the end of the slow flip, in order to adjust the rhythm in her head.It reminded her of her daughter. Mira would do this too. Each thing she did had a particular number in her head and she would always laugh in victory anytime she got it correctly, stress over it whenever she didn't. George would step in there, he always knew how to get her back on track.Moving her hand up her chest, she hoped that they were fine. Hoped that George had found someone else, or at least was now better than Aunt Alice said he was last time. She hoped they were happy.A slow flip again, and she counted till it was over.'...12!' she smiled in triumph and closed her eyes firmly at his hum of thinking.Every litt
The book snapped shut."Bend over.""Wh--at?"Zezi's eyes widened.No, no, no, NO!"I must find out my feelings for you one way or another. Now. Bend. Over." No, he did not just say that."Your...Majesty, pl-please I---I--- can't." Oliver's voice sounded like it was muffled with tears and the image that flashed through Zezi's mind from that one thought, sent her blood boiling.Has her mat--the King lost his mind? "Iwasonlyjoking, your Majesty. I-was-only-joking!" The words sounded jumbled and came out with a squeak. "I really don't want a dick in my ass, please!""I was only joking too. You should be laughing."Zezi froze.What in the sick humour was that?!Silence fell for a slight second, the next thing Zezi heard was the scrapping of the chair against the floor and someome stumbling right out of the library with a speed too fast to be safe.Did Oliver just run out of the library liked a scared rat?Zezi almost laughed out loudly at that, but she stopped herself to instead sigh in
He gulped, finding it almost impossible to move. Her breath fanned his neck, her breathing getting warmer the closer she pressed herself to him, clung to him like he was some sought of life source that she couldn't seem to be able to get herself away from, even if she tried. Ironic. He didn't even possess something of such vibrance.A life. "Don't leave me, please." Her voice was breathy.She was asleep, probably having a dream. Wait.A dream.... about... him?"Zezi." His voice sounded unusually shaky, foreign to his own ears. His frown deepened, the black zig zag lines filling his face, as his eye lids fell shut and he sucked her scent into his lungs. Lily and honey.She always smelt so good, smelt even better now that the wolf's annoying mark had been gotten rid of. He detested it while it stood there, disfiguring her neck. He had never been able to breath her in while she had it on, the wolf's scent had always irritated him. But now?Ah, by the Blood, there was nothing better