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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 73
Quinn I stared at the massive, naked Lycan that took up the entire walkway between the rows of peach trees. He was almost comically large and unfortunate looking in appearance. Something was seriously wrong with him. He was completely hairless, with a perfectly round head, thin, narrow slits for eyes, a tiny nose, and barely-there mouth. His neck was so short that it looked as if his head rested directly on his shoulders. He had long, powerful arms that reached down to his knees, hands the size of hams, and massive, powerful legs that looked as if he could crush a man’s skull with his thighs. He was the caricature of a bodybuilder who took his steroid addiction too far. And he stank. Oh my God, he smelled awful. It wasn’t just the corruption that tainted his scent, which was bad enough, but also the stink of death. I smelled it before – when Troy almost died in the warehouse. Death was coming for him. Soon. I could sense its approach. “Magnus,” Troy said. “Meet my mate, Princess Q
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Quinn The mansion didn’t feel like home anymore. I felt like an interloper, a refugee, in my own home. We all felt it, and we each dealt with it in different ways. Troy was constantly on guard and snippy, Sebastian fell into a depression and went to a dark place where we couldn’t reach him, and Troy's two loyal servants clung to us like shit to wool. Justin preferred to stay with the warriors. Raf told me that the young wolf wasn't a warrior, but he was part of the pack, and even though he couldn't fight for shit, he was more than welcome to train with them. There were days when I wanted to train with the warriors just to break up the boredom a little, but Troy told me that it would be 'unbecoming' of the future queen to hang out in the warrior barracks with a bunch of unmated wolves. I had a serious case of cabin fever. I just wanted to get out, but Troy steadfastly refused. According to him, Fionn couldn’t take him out directly, but he could kill me without any repercussions, a
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Quinn For a long time, no one spoke. Glover came and went with the refreshments, which in this case was a variety of drinks, both hot and cold, and enough food to feed all the Lycans and have leftovers for the werewolves hiding out in the forest. My grandmother helped herself to tea and sandwiches, while my grandfather just kept staring at me as he sipped on a coffee. The atmosphere was thick and uncomfortable. After a while, even Raf started to squirm. When Jolene finally put her cup and plate down, I mustered the courage to ask, “Why did I never meet you? And who were those people I thought were my grandparents?” “Claude wouldn’t allow us anywhere near you. He feared that we’d draw too much attention to you. The two people you knew as your grandparents were my uncle and aunt. They are also wolfless. They practically raised Claude. He saw them as his parents and called them mother and father,” Jolene explained. “You…abandoned your son?” “No,” Dexter answered. “No. I knew when he
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Sebastian The depression that overtook me came out of nowhere. I woke up one day without a desire to get out of bed. It happened a week after the Lycans showed up, and nearly three weeks later it had only gotten worse. I was in a pit so dark and deep that I didn't think I'd ever be able to escape it again. Norhing made sense anymore. Life, itself, held no appeal. More than once, I considered eating a silver bullet so I could shuffle off this mortal coil to join Mario on the star planes. Troy moved me from my regular room on the second floor to one of the three guestrooms on the third floor. Glover and Missus Lowry were in the other two rooms. Troy ordered our guards out of the stables that he had converted into the warrior barracks, and into the mansion. Sixteen warriors now occupied the four bedrooms on the second floor, and if need be, they could be by our side and ready to fight in seconds. I was angry at everyone and everything, but mostly at my father and his hateful Lycan no
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Troy The moment we crossed the bridge into the city, a man jumped out in front of the car, waving his arms around like a windmill. "Stop! For God's sake!" he screamed. I recognised him right away. It was the face of a man I had seen in countless articles. It was the same face as that of the twin Maree boys. The same boys that I hid in an elite human boarding school in a small human town called Suffering. I had known the inhabitants of Suffering for a long time. I built a strong alliance with them over the years. Living as they did, far removed from the modern world and all the modern scepticism, they were well aware of the existence of the supernatural. Werewolves weren’t usually allowed in their town, and they cast a powerful anti-werewolf charm around their village, but they let me in and they let the boys in. It was the only place where I felt they’d be completely safe, and it put Quinn’s mind at ease. Suffering lay mostly hidden in a valley in the shadow of a beautiful snow-ca
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Troy “Our mate,” Vortigen said in my head, his voice filled with anguish. “He’s hurting our mate. Kill him.” “No. We can’t kill everyone who hurts Quinn’s feelings.” “Why not?” Vortigen asked. “That is our job. We must protect our mate.” That was the problem with my wolf. Sometimes, he was all about the emotion, and when it came to Quinn he was downright irrational. He'd burn the world to the ground to see her safe and happy. I couldn't say that I fully disagreed with his stance on the matter. Sensing that I did not want to kill Claude, Vortigen tried to force his way to the surface so he could do it instead. “No,” I said sternly and pushed him aside. “Can you not feel it? She loves him. She is angry and hurt, but she still loves him. If we kill him, she’ll never forgive us.” Very slowly, Quinn started to reanimate. She was terrified, confused, angry, but most of all, she was so, so happy to see her father alive and relatively unharmed. She tucked at her hair while she stared at
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Troy My heart plummeted into my stomach when I saw Quinn sitting in the window. It was her favourite spot, and usually it didn’t bother me, but the window was open and she leaned far out, only holding onto the frame by her fingertips. For a moment, the memory of my mother running past me and jumping out of the highest tower’s window flashed before my eyes and I froze, my limbs heavy, unable to move my body forward. Quinn leaned over a little further, her fingertips sliding across the window frame as she started to lose her grip. I shook myself out of the memory and rushed to my mate. I wrapped my arms around her middle, and pulled her into the room, holding her firmly against me as I folded her arms across her chest, pinning her to me. “What are you doing?” “It’s just a game I like to play.” “You’re tempting The Fates.” “I don’t believe in them.” She squirmed against me, pushing against my forearms as she tried to get out of my grip. I let her go and just to be safe, closed the
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Quinn As long as I could remember, I’ve heard people wishing for the return of a dead loved one. They always said they wanted to see them just one last time, have just one more conversation with them. I was no exceptions. At night, I’d often lie awake and wish I could hear my dad’s voice just one last time. That I could see him and talk to him again, if only for an hour. The reality of that wish coming true was something completely different. It wasn't the joyous moment it should have been. The shock of seeing my father alive, followed by the crushing realisation that he had been alive all this time, and chose to stay away from me, filled me with rage. My father killed my mother to keep my brothers safe, but me he put on a train. He made sure my brothers had a loving home to go to, while I had to sleep on the streets and fight for survival. No. Knowing that my father was alive and well wasn't the happy moment it should have been, and if I stayed here with him, I would kill him. I
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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
