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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 88
Troy “Where the hell are we supposed to go, Bailey,” Aron snarled at me. I looked the arrogant noble up and down, completely unbothered by his aggression. “I told you…you are welcome to camp out on my property, but my people are coming home. I gave you a month, and you did nothing. You didn’t attempt to find employment, you didn’t contribute to the household. You just…sat here.” “Employment?” Morgan asked. “You want us to go out there and work? Like commoners?” “I did it,” I said. “I worked like a fucking donkey to fund your stupid war, to make sure you could cling to your precious status and your crumbling little empires.” I let my words hang in the air for a while before I went on. “What did my father promise you? When he told you to burn down your homes and your farms. What did he promise you return?” The nobles exchanged uncomfortable looks but no one answered me. “Yes, I know about that. I know everything. You forgot what you made. You’ve forgotten what I am.” “Prince,” Mo
Last Updated : 2023-12-18Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 89
QuinnI had no idea why Troy suddenly wanted to talk about our bedroom activities. We went from being deadly serious, to talking about sex in an instant. It reminded me of that day when we came home from the castle – except on that day, we went from talking about sex to more serious things without so much as skipping a beat.Maybe that was just how it went when you were a prince slash crime boss slash husband. You took the five minutes at your disposal to talk to your wife about how boring your sex life had become.I went down the list that he marked as hard no’s. It was all neatly typed up without a single mistake – not so much as a comma or space were out of place.It felt a little like a business transaction. Granted it was a very intimate business transaction, and I could tell that Troy took it seriously.It was the hard no for voyeurism that caught my attention. I had no idea why that one in particular piqued my interest so much. But it was there, and now that it was I couldn't
Last Updated : 2023-12-19Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 90
Quinn Troy’s list of things he wouldn’t do was surprisingly short. He appeared to be down for just about anything except, ‘bodily fluids outside the norm,’ as he put it, voyeurism, humiliation, age play, which I had to look up, degradation, asphyxiation in any form, and hard impact play involving his fists. There was a whole list of things he called soft no’s, things he didn’t enjoy but would do if I wanted to try it or liked it. The next three pages were his yesses, and he went through great pains to explain every listed kink, why he liked it, and how he wanted to do things. By the time I was done, going through his list, I was at once mentally exhausted and so horny I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust. I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of
Last Updated : 2023-12-20Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 91
TroyI glanced at Quinn as we walked through the mansion to the front parlour. She was a little nervous but nothing out of the ordinary. She was very curious though, almost to an unnerving degree. She wanted to see the big, bad Lycan king everyone feared so much. “You haven’t asked about your dad,” I said just to break the silence between us.She lifted and dropped her right shoulder. “Is he still undead?”I snorted laughter. “Yes.”“Then I don’t care, really.” She was quiet for a while. The gears in her brain was turning so hard that I could almost see the smoke drifting out of her ears. “I mourned his death. I mourned it the day he dropped me off at the train station. I knew then that my father was dead to me. I just never accepted it.”“Why are you accepting it now?”“Because…you forced me to slow down and think about it. The way my father handled it…instead of sending my mother away and keeping me safe, he send me away and protected my mother.”“They were mates.”“They were practi
Last Updated : 2023-12-21Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 92
TroyThe night was quiet and peaceful. There was no danger in the air, no warning signs that anything might go wrong, or that an enemy was on the way.Not that it was always easy to detect approaching danger, and I could be fooled, lulled into a false sense of security even, but the princes brought with them their own warriors, and it was harder than ever to sneak up on me.Quinn slept peacefully by my side, curled up with her hand tucked in under her head.We tried one of her little fantasies with the spreader bar. I used a riding crop on her for the first time. She wasn’t prepared for the intense cascade of pleasurable pain she’d experience, nor the lasting sting of the crop biting into her pussy.After I took care of her and made sure she was all right, she thanked me and went straight to sleep. Usually, such an intense scene would knock me out cold – I didn’t think Quinn knew that it was as exhausting for me as it was for her – but tonight, sleep evaded me for some reason.All the
Last Updated : 2023-12-22Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 93
Troy “What I want to know,” Jolene started, “is why you locked us up in the first place?" She got to her feet, staring me straight in the eyes, openly challenging me. "We didn't do anything. We broke no laws or rules.” “That does not answer my question,” I said and walked deeper into the room, making sure to close the door behind me. Even though the bucket in the corner was empty, but the whole place reeked of bad body odour, shit, piss, sweat, and disease. I put myself between the two wolves and the exit. For my own sanity, I wanted to take them out of the cell and bring them up to the mansion - the stench in the cell made my eyes water - but I decided against it. I did not know what the two would reveal, and I did not want to come back down here if I could help it. “What’s killing you?” I asked Dexter Maree. “I have blood cancer. Very rare.” “Hm,” I said. “I knew a wolf that had it. Bad way to go.” “Yes,” Dexter said with a sigh. “You can’t keep us locked in here, you know. O
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QuinnI stared at Troy, trying my best not to let my mouth droop open in surprise. “So…Xander wants to kill me because I may or may not do something in the future?”“Yeah,” my mate answered and shovelled scrambled eggs into his mouth.How in the hell could he be so calm about it? “And my grandmother wanted to kill me because Xander told her so?”“He threatened her sons’ lives, but basically, yes.” He bit into some bacon and took a sip of coffee.We had been going 'round and 'round with this conversation all morning. I was surprised Troy hadn't told me to shut up about it yet.“You just let my grandfather go? He’s wandering around the mansion right now?”Troy nodded. “He’s a sick old man, he is no threat to us…and he was honest.”“How could you tell? You were surrounded by silver.”Troy folded his arms in front of him and rested them on the table. “I don’t need my powers to know when someone’s being truthful. I’m over three-hundred-years old. I can read a person’s body language, their
Last Updated : 2023-12-24Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 95
QuinnThe vision came on suddenly.One moment, I was still walking through the orchard with Ida, talking to her about her possible mate, laughing along with her when she daydreamed out loud about what it would be like to finally meet him.The next I wasn’t there anymore.It was as if someone picked me up and plonked me down in a brand new world. A world I had never seen before. A world that should not have existed.**I walked down the street to the shelter where I spent so many of my nights in the past, but Haverton was a barren wasteland. The buildings were in ruin. Forlorn, bombed out, burned out, husks. The great city was no more and it was difficult to take it all in, to accept it.Grey-white ash dimmed the sun's bright light, and floated down from the sky like snow, quickly covering me in a thick blanket of soot and burned up fat.There were almost no living souls left. Blackened corpses, both human and wolf, littered the sidewalk. The street was like molten lava, still red-hot
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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
