AVERY My body grows heavy before my head and heart do. Unable to believe it, I shake my head repeatedly. “ I saw Amelia. Aleister said she is his half-sister and she is alive! ” “ That’s because Amelia’s mother ran away from the South before she was born. We didn’t find her for a long time and when Leister did, your brother made a deal to save her. ” He states, as a matter of fact, a bitter look crossing his eyes. A lump forms in my throat and for the first time, I am glad that Dustin protected Amelia and didn’t let Aleister kill her. She didn’t deserve to have a family like this. “ How did the previous King let Aleister kill his brothers? How does a father do that? ” I whisper. Why am I even surprised? Maybe, I was not expecting things to be the same here. Perhaps, I thought a strong Kingdom like the South would have people who didn’t lust for their family’s blood. “ Leister’s father? ” The bitterness in Draven’s eyes becomes full-blown hate, “ He killed two of his elder sons
AVERY I have seen the darkness in life. A kind of darkness that can blind a person. I experienced it when Aleister locked me in that room but it didn’t scare me. The pitch-black darkness in front of my eyes now is far scarier than any of the previous encounters. I push my hand forward. The terrifying lack of light clings to it and in a moment, my arm disappears from my sight. Even the light behind me can not illuminate whatever this place is. Shaking my head, I quietly pull my hand back. Maybe, this is some twisted practice room for Aleister. It can be possible, given that I saw him manipulating the shadows in the throne room earlier. Every Lycan King has some inherited power and the control over darkness seems to be Aleister’s strength. All that detective work for nothing. I release a breath, turning around to leave before I get caught. Right when I manage to take a step forward, a faint voice sounds from the open door. My brows furrow. It can’t be possible for someone to be i
ALEISTER She is looking at me like I am the worst monster alive. It does something to my heart, makes it ache inside my chest. I take a step ahead and look down at the blood tricking down her dress. I didn’t aim to hurt her like this. “ Daddy. ” Celia grips the hem of my shirt tightly. Anger penetrates the wall of guilt again. I should have known Avery wouldn’t sit still. But I would have never expected her to enter the portal. No one can, without authorization from me. It’s bound with the strongest of spells to be protected from anyone who tries to enter without my permission. So how did she even do it? “ Princess, let the King help her. Come here. ” Rosana says softly and separates Celia from me. “ Is she dying? ” She whispers. “ No, Princess. She is a Lycan like you. She won’t die. ” Rosana pats her head, clutching Celia to her chest. Cautiously, I approach Avery. “ I didn’t mean to do this. ” “ You—You didn’t mean to do what? Didn’t mean to stab me? ” She scoffs, her e
AVERY I can feel myself growing dizzy. The worst that can happen in this situation is fainting. I don’t want that. I would hate to have someone tending to my wounds, such deep penetrative injury while I am out of my senses. It will bring back a sense of panic when I wake up. That’s why I stop struggling and not because I am afraid I will rub myself over him every time that I try to move away. Aleister keeps his one hand placed on the side of my waist, holding me down while the other works on digging into my flesh. Sharp pain stings my insides, but I keep quiet, focusing on the memories of the sea that was left behind, and the anger I feel towards Aleister. “ Just a little more. ” He repeats in a comforting tone. It’s like he is trying to tell me to hold on. Well, I don’t need that comfort after he did this to me. But, it’s not completely bad. His touch is soothing. At least, the destined sparks are. They overpower the pain, forcing me to focus on how my skin tingles under his
AVERYAleister bends down, opens the drawer beside my dangling feet, and takes out a small towel from inside. With growing dizziness, I watch his fast movements and stern expression.Draven told me that Princesses are killed at birth but Aleister’s daughter is alive. This means he hid her at birth and must have kept her existence a secret from the Kingdom.Instead of filling me with a sense of satisfaction, this truth brings me discomfort. My heart aches for the little child who must have been locked up in that strange place since her birth because her father can’t afford to show her to anyone. I can relate to that but my situation was not this bad. Back at home, I was forced to stay inside the castle but could sneak out once in a while to enjoy freedom but Celia can’t even do that. On the other hand, here is her father. If killing Princesses is a tradition, I can tell it’s not easy to go against it. It must have taken a lot of painful effort to keep her alive.Some ice melts from m
ALEISTER “ What’s wrong? ” I ask the Healer after he steps away from her. Earlier, when I was done wiping her body clean, she just fainted into my arms. This made me sure she was only pretending to be strong and not in pain when in reality, she is seriously hurt. “ The Princess is weak because of the blood loss. After some rest, she will recover fast. ” The Healer informs nervously, his gaze flickering towards Draven. “ That’s it? ” I cock my brow. “ Yes, My King. Princess will make it. ” He nods hurriedly. I can detect the fear in his eyes. He is wary of me, like all others in this kingdom. But I have never bothered to care about it before like I am doing right now. “ You can leave. ” I try to sound soft but my voice remains stoic and cold. The Healer gathers his stuff and rushes towards the door. Draven steps aside to give him way when he pauses suddenly. He turns to me. “ My King… ” Noticing the reluctance in his posture, I look at him. “ What is it? ” “ I don’t know i
ALEISTER For longer than a painful moment, he stares into my eyes. It reminds me of the times when I had to repeat the same words to him during our childhood when the fear of someone coming to take our lives was more real and kept us restless in our personal hell. It was known to the Kingdom that the spare Princes were born to die. The present King could kill them anytime and the newly crowned King would surely kill them to uphold tradition. The people would rejoice in their blood, and humiliate them until their last burial rites. That truth was proudly told to us to prepare us for our fate like sacrificial lambs. What did we do back then? First, we hated our father for not changing the laws. Then, we hated our mothers for giving birth to us even after knowing our future. Then, we hated ourselves because we couldn’t do anything but remain in our cages like animals and wait for death to approach. But we are free now, no? Why can’t this fear just cease to exist now? If I ha
AVERYI yawn and stretch my arms above my head. My side aches but the pain is not as bad as before. After smacking my lips a few times, I snuggle into my pillow. My hands pat the surface under me. It’s a little hard.I must be sleeping on the floor again. I huff, and shift my legs over the…Wait a moment.What is this hard thing between my legs? And why do I seem to be straddling…Slowly, I pull my head back and open my eyes to look down. Aleister stares back, his eyes narrowed dangerously. And what are those black spots under his eyes? Dark circles?I nod. I am still asleep or the blood loss brought about this hallucination. I put my head back and close my eyes. “ Keep rubbing yourself over me. You are used to it by now. ” The body rumbles under me, the vibrations resonating in every inch of me. The ache between my legs grows. I clench my fingers.Why does a hallucination feel this real?Slowly, I pick up my head again and take him in. His head is propped over his folded arms as h