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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 57
Troy “I look like a wet cow,” Quinn lamented and pulled her soggy hair out of her neck. I laughed and straightened the dress that clung to her wet body. Unlike me, Missus Lowry remembered to pack underwear for her, but the bottles of potions lay untouched in the bottom of the pack. “No you don’t,” I said. To me, she was more beautiful than ever. “But I can braid your hair if it annoys you that much.” She gave me a sceptical look. “You can braid hair?” “I'm three-hundred-and-fifty years old…I need to pass the time somehow.” “So you learned to braid hair?” I grinned and pulled her closer. “Lycan warriors used to wear their hair long, and before we went into battle we'd braid it.” “Like the Vikings?” “Similar, yeah.” She handed me the brush that we found in the pack, and I quickly set to work, folding her hair around my fingers before I start to weave the strands in the intricate warrior braids I used to wear. It was like riding a bike – once I started, I easily found my rhythm a
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Quinn “Did you believe him?” I asked Troy when my uncle was gone. “Do you think he’ll take care of my brothers?” “I do, yeah,” Troy answered, “but I’m also not a fool. He lied to me about some things.” Before I could even ask what those things were, Troy’s eyes glazed over, and I glanced up at Sebastian, who watched his brother with a small frown between his eyes. Before long, Troy’s eyes cleared, and he gave me a lopsided little smile. “There,” he said. “There what?” I asked. “What did you do?” “I sent someone to find your brothers. Thomas said they’re in the East, but the Eastern Wolves and Northern wolves kill each other on sight. Your brothers will be in either the South or the West. Thomas wouldn’t risk entering the East by himself.” “Depends which part of the East he went to,” Sebastian remarked. “No, it really doesn’t,” Troy told him. “Why does it matter?” I asked. “Five kings, Quinn,” my mate explained. “North, South, West, North-East and South-East.” “So the East is
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Quinn“You drive,” Troy said when we reached the SUV. “I cannot do one more thing today.”He looked exhausted, and he was still pale. I was tired too, but I didn’t lose all my blood and almost died. “Are we…are we going to your father or what’s the deal?”Troy yawned and shook his head. “Not today. We'll go home, get a good night's sleep, and leave first thing in the morning.”“You told that detective-”“Well, Quinn,” he interrupted, “a lot have happened since then and now, didn’t it? I just want to go home. Or is that too much to ask?”His voice was calm and cold as always. He never yelled. He snapped and snarled, he growled and threatened, but I’ve never heard him scream. Not at me.I hated it."No," I said softly and unlocked the car.I got in behind the wheel and adjusted my seat while Troy made himself comfortable on the back seat. I glanced at him in the rear view mirror. He glared at me, his jaw working furiously. “Are you…going to punish me?” I asked softly.“No. I never beat,
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Troy I summoned Glover to my room the moment we set foot in the mansion. There was no way I’d get sleep without one of Missus Lowry’s remedies, and I couldn't face my father while I was fucked up and sleep-deprived. He'd break me down to a stump within minutes. As I walked up the stairs, every part of me wanted to turn back around to go and comfort Quinn, but I forced myself to leave her and keep going. If she could handle the pain of me ignoring her for a few hours, maybe she would be able withstand my father, but my hopes for that weren't too high. Despite knowing exactly where it came from, her outburst cut me up like ribbons. Other mates had called me worse names, but hearing that word fall from Quinn’s lips almost destroyed my soul. One word. One little insult. But it was enough. That was all it took to break my hopeful heart. And still, I would forgive her eventually. I knew she did not mean any of it, that she was so very afraid, that she was changing faster than she could h
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QuinnThe massive castle rose out over the forest, the high towers and dark, sand-coloured walls standing out starkly against the green like a sentry against the setting sun.What surprised me wasn’t the castle. It was that I’d seen it before. Everyone had. It was heralded in as one of the last great castles in the country and featured in many historical records and magazine articles. We even studied it in school. “This is your family’s castle?” I asked.“You know it,” Troy stated as fact.“Yeah. Everyone does.”“Uh-huh,” he grunted."Why didn't you tell me?""I didn't think about it."He was tense, the muscles around his jaws clenched as tightly as the fists in his lap. I tried to mind link with him, but failed.The back of my skull buzzed and then I heard his voice. “Are you trying to mind link?”“Yeah. It’s still not working.”“Patience, Quinn. It takes time.”“Don’t you like it here?”“No, I love it here. It’s my father I can’t stand.”“Maybe it won’t be as bad as all that.”He si
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**TRIGGER WARNING: BDSM scenes** Quinn Troy was agitated. He paced around the room, his fists clenching and unclenching, his eyes cycling between red and golden, his chest heaving as it did the day before, when I pissed him off. I had no idea how I knew, but he was struggling to keep Vortigen under control. The room was clean, but big and cold. A fire roared in the massive fireplace, but it barely managed to keep the cold draft that swirled around the room at bay. I sat on the edge of the gigantic four-poster bed. The mattress was soft at least and felt modern, but the frame of the bed was obviously the same age as the castle. “Are you okay?” I asked Troy. He stopped his relentless pacing and stared at me, his eyes flashing in the dark. “No,” he growled at last. “Vortigen is on edge, and the monster…” he shrugged and started pacing again. There was one, tiny window in the room, covered with a weird kind of glass that distorted the outside view. I didn’t even know if it could open
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Troy Quinn continued to surprise me. She was the one ultimately in control, and I thought that maybe she knew it, even if she couldn’t express it in a way that made sense to her. The control I had over her in the bedroom was all an illusion. A game we both agreed to play. And she relished in it. Loved it. Giving in to me, trusting me not to push her too far, was the ultimate form of submission – and she so desperately needed that in her life. She needed to submit to someone, needed to let go and hand over control to someone she loved and trusted, while I needed to get myself back under control. The way that she so instinctively knew what I needed absolutely blew me away. She didn’t know where to draw the line though. While she felt she hadn’t submitted enough yet, I knew that we were going too hard too fast, and I had to be the one who ended it, or she’d keep pushing herself until she reached a cliff she wasn’t ready to jump. I was so horny, my cock so hard, that I was about read
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Troy Next to me, Quinn bolted upright and started screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were wide open and wilder than that of a feral wolf. The scream that echoed in the room was filled with sorrow and abject terror. The kind I’d heard from she-wolves when they found their mate dead on the battlefield, or a mother who came across her child that succumbed to the cold during the night. “No,” Quinn gasped and started to claw at her throat, digging her nails in deep, leaving deep, bloody furrows behind. “No. We have to get out. I can't breathe! I can't...” The door to our room crashed open and Raf came running in, followed by Lucas and Casper. “Prince? What’s wrong?” Raf asked. All three of them noticed that Quinn was naked from the waist up and as one lowered their eyes to the floor. “I don’t know,” I said and turned sideways so I could grab Quinn’s wrists. I forced her hands away from her throat and wrestled them into her lap. “Wake up!” I said loudly. Quinn started to stru
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Hello my dearest readers! Phew. Another one done and dusted. Finally! This is the time where I thank all of you for sticking around to read this epic tale. I did not intend for it to be this long, but Troy and Quinn had quite the story to tell. Thank you, as always, for the comments, the reviews, the gems, the encouragement and love you've shown me along the way. I truly appreciate you so much, and your support is why I keep on writing even when I sometimes feel like saying, "fuck it all," before I go back to bed. I could not do this without you, I truly mean that. There will be more stories soon. So if you feel like it, stick around for the next one. I'd love to take you along for the ride. Much love, Celice
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 121
TroyI lifted Quinn into the warm tub, soaped up a flannel, and gently started to wash her. She was frozen down to the bone, and for the first time since it all started, she complained about being cold. “I killed the witch?” she asked for the hundredth time.“Yes.”“And Sebastian is okay?”“Yes.” I checked on him before I came to bed.My brother was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically he was shattered, but he was alive. That was the only thing that mattered to me now.“I reached out to your aunt’s witch, Gretchen,” I said. “Do you know her?”“No.”“Well, she’ll be here in a few days. She’ll teach you how to develop and control your powers.”Quinn pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She looked small, vulnerable, like the little rabbit I brought home with me almost six months ago. “Now it’s over,” she said.“I think so.”“We can live our lives?”God I hoped so.I groaned and dropped the flannel in the water. I leaned over to kiss my mate. Her lips were like
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 120
Troy As I expected, the winter was exceptionally cold, and towards the end of the year, the whole city came to a grinding halt. Businesses couldn’t open, school doors remained shut, water pipes froze over and burst all over the country, reports came in thick and fast about the poor and homeless dying by the dozen.It was absolute mayhem.On the day of Quinn’s birthday, we had the worst snowstorm in recorded history. Doom prophets talked about the end of the world, and newscasters predicted our catastrophic end if we didn’t stop carbon emissions right away.They didn’t know what we knew. They didn’t know that it was a half-Goddess woman’s powers manifesting. Quinn didn’t know she was doing it, but I felt her magic. She called on nature, begged it to help her so she wouldn’t have to kill Sebastian, and the snow was their answer.I did not want to burden her with the knowledge that she caused the severe weather. It was pointless and wouldn't change a damn thing. My brother was already h
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 119
QuinnBlack blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.Sparks exploded behind my eyes and a sharp pain shot through my own neck. I gasped and gagged, trying to breath past the unknown thing stuck in my throat, and instinctively reached up to feel for a wound, but Ida and Nell, dear sweet Nell that was always so gentle and shy, held my arms down. “Don’t,” Nell hissed. “It is not real.”The woods started to float in and out of existence, and a loud drone like millions of buzzing flies filled every space in my head. Something tore my soul from my chest, and the real world simply ceased to exist.I looked out over a vast wasteland. There was nothing here but parched, cracked earth as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the skeleton of a lone tree tried to ca
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 118
QuinnI looked around the place that used to be our campground. The sigh was one straight out of a horror movie. Corpses and torn tents lay scattered across the clearing, giving it a desolate, post-apocalyptic feel.At some point, Salome took control and I shifted. I blacked out and when I came back, Troy was standing over me, commanding me to shift.His commands didn’t work on me, but they worked on Salome. She couldn’t resist an order from Troy. “What happened?” I asked, completely confused.“Look,” Troy said and held out his hand to help me up.A body lay next to me on the ground. A she-wolf with her throat torn out. “Did I do that?”“Yes,” he said. “She was a fully-trained warrior, and you…you fought bravely and you won, but she did almost kill you.”I looked down at my blood-soaked. I was a little achy, but I didn't feel injured or near death. “I'm okay.”“I healed you as much as I could, and the shift fixed the rest.”“I don’t remember any of it.”“I know.”I was suddenly very a
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 117
TroyQuinn and I ran for the campgrounds. We had to tie up the other princes and their mates to make it appear as if I held them prisoner. As we rushed up the path, I mind liked with Casper to tell him what was going on. “Find the princes. Get the chains ready.”The chains we prepared for them wasn’t pure silver. They contained just enough of the precious metal to fool the Lycans for a moment, but not so much that it would weaken the princes to such a degree that they couldn’t break free when the time came.“Gag my father,” I reminded the guard.Morella did not give us much time to prepare. Thirty minutes. That was how long it would take her to break Eleanor’s spell, and that was all the time she gave us.We broke through the treeline just in time to see my warriors wrap the chains around the princes wrists and ankles. Casper grinned maniacally as he shoved a ball gag into my father’s mouth and wrapped a cloth dipped in liquid silver over it to keep it in place.“You like this a littl
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 116
Troy“Does this change anything?” Joel asked.After the Lycans submitted, I summoned the princes to the lake so we could talk about what had happened. I did not expect them bend the knee to me – it was too much to ask, yet they did it, the least I could do in return was stay true to them.“Not as far as I can see,” Gadrial said and lazily plucked a dead leaf hanging right in front of his face.God, he could be an insufferable blowhole sometimes, but he was not wrong. “Gadrial is right. It changes nothing.”Joel did not look convinced. “If she is attracting wolves who naturally want to submit to both of you...I don’t....Why must we have to kill our fathers?”“Because if we don’t, they’ll kill her,” Eduard said. “Eventually, they’ll find a way, and we’ll be right back where we started.”“I don’t expect you to kill for my mate,” I said.“That’s just it, isn’t it?” Gadrial replied, his voice bitter with resentment. “We are all bound to her, as we are to her fucking mother.”“She’s your mo
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 115
QuinnUnlike the last few weeks, the warriors didn’t head off into the woods to train. For the first time since we arrived, everyone gathered around the fires to enjoy the day together before the full moon forced us into the woods to shift.I looked up at the muted moon hanging in the clear blue sky. With each passing month, I could feel the moon’s effects more intensely. The closer I came to my twenty-first birthday, the stronger it became. It was like the ocean's tide rose inside me, and I was terrified of what would happen when the wave broke upon the shore.The moon was almost like a living being to me. I could feel her pulsating heart, and hear her sigh as she moved along her way.I cocked my head at the blue-white globe, fully expecting her to start speaking at any moment, and was completely unaware that the group sharing our fire stopped eating to watch me.It wasn’t until I tore my eyes from the moon that I noticed all of them had put their plates down and folded their hands i
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 114
Quinn It was so cold that my tears froze on my face. Troy shuddered as gusts of wind whipped through the trees, but he did not let me go. He had to be uncomfortable, sitting naked on the icy rock, but he simply held on to me while I tried my best to stop crying. If Fionn was no longer in the painting, it had to mean that the princes would win. They would kill their fathers and these wolves that I loved so much would finally know peace. Perhaps, Sebastian would change his mind too, and then Troy could live the life he wanted. I didn’t know if the life as a gang leader was any more peaceful than life as a Lycan king, but it had to be if that was what my mate dreamed of these days. The war did not affect me, not yet, but I could see what it did to those around me. They talked about the end of the war non-stop, about their dreams for a peaceful future, and what they’d do when it was all over. Nell was especially vulnerable, and she often cried about lost brothers and sisters, or worri
