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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 98
Quinn I explained to the women what Morella had showed me, how she told me that I’d break my bond with Troy and go to his father instead. All but Missus Lowry and Ida doubted Morella’s prophecy. “That means you can never leave,” the old housekeeper said. "You have to stay even if it hurts." "Yes," Giuliana agreed. "That is why we're here right? To keep you standing." “It's not that simple...I won't be the one who leaves. Troy is the one who leaves,” I explained. “At least...I think so. Morella was a little cryptic.” “I don't think the prince will leave,” Nell said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” “Well,” Olivia chipped in, and gently squeezed my arm. “If he does leave, we’ll be here to make sure you don’t…go over a cliff and break your bond.” I glanced at Missus Lowry. “The end is not near,” I said to her, knowing she knew what I meant. It could mean she wouldn’t see the end of this war in her lifetime. “I think it won’t come for years yet.” “If you follow the path of break
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Quinn “I don’t want you to make that promise to me,” I said to my Troy. “I have to,” he replied. “It’s the only way I’ll stay. I’ll force myself to stay because I keep my word. I think it’s my only redeeming quality.” “Shut up,” I said. “It’s not.” A dubious smile quivered around his lips. Troy let me go and got up to sit next to me. “You said Sebastian was afraid of you?” I nodded and put my head on Troy’s shoulder. He stiffened as if he suddenly didn’t like to feel me against him, then relaxed and rested his cheek on my crown. “At least that explains why he went…goes after you. If he thinks you can cast such a powerful spell before you’ve even matured, he’ll be under the impression that you’ll go feral the moment your powers manifest fully.” “Do I go feral?” “No,” he said. “It did…it will overcome you the first night, but from what I’ve seen, you keep your sanity.” I snorted loudly. “Can’t be.” “Why not?” “No sane person goes to Fionn Bailey out of their own free will.” “Y
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Quinn"Where are we going?" I asked Troy."You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Dinner first though."By the time we were done with our supper the sun was already setting.I expected that we'd go to some kind of club or bar in Haverton, but Troy kept driving until we reached a town that was almost a hundred miles away. I knew this place, but not the name of the town. I passed through it on my way to Haverton. It was big enough to stay anonymous, but not so big that one could disappear.“There are almost no wolves here,” Troy declared.“Oh. Right,” I mumbled.My heart thrummed out a steady rhythm against my ribs. I was alight with excitement and nerves as Troy pulled into a half full parking lot outside a nightclub. "It's a fetish club," he declared, "but we are not going inside."Cars came and went, the headlights illuminating the inside of our vehicle as they drove past. “Get in the back seat,” Troy ordered.I climbed through the gap between the two front seats, but Troy got out and w
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Troy Ever since Morella’s visit the previous day, I felt a little crack in my bond with Quinn. It wasn't too big yet, but it scared me. It would get worse if I did not attempt to heal the wound. I had some hope that we could mend the crack by being intimate – not just physically, but mentally – and indulging in what I considered a taboo fantasy helped with that a bit, but it was not enough. I didn't know if Quinn felt it, but I did. It was driving me insane. Like an itch I couldn't scratch. The itch woke me several times during the night, and every time it happened, I woke my mate up just so we could have sex or to talk to her while we cuddled. Yet, while I felt that little crack trying to heal throughout the night, it was back and bigger than ever when I woke the next morning. Ignoring my throbbing bladder, I went straight for the walk-in, eager to look at the painting while Quinn was still asleep; I needed to know if our promises and vows to each other changed anything. My hea
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Troy I sat on one of the chairs in the darkened cinema room, watching the hands on my watch tick away the time. I tried to mind link with Quinn once, but she was still out of it, and all I felt from her was profound terror. I feared that she would see what I was about to do, but I could not let them go. I did not see any other way that would ensure my mate stayed and did not run to my father so they could burn down the world together. My father had to go for now - it was not yet his time - but perhaps Sebastian’s end would come sooner than Morella foresaw. My heart broke a little bit every time I thought about it, but I purposefully pushed the ache in my heart to the side and tapped into the part of me that was used to killing without any mercy. I needed that side of myself more than ever before. The soothsayer came out first. “I am Soothsayer Daniel,” he introduced himself as he climbed out of the hole. “Yeah,” I said. “I don’t care. Go upstairs to the Omega quarters. Ask for a
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TroySomeone told the kings about Morella’s prophecy and they were trying to change the course of their destiny. That was why my father came here, why he'd take Quinn when the time came. They all knew what was going to happen to them, and they were trying everything in their power to fight against their own nature.It could work. That was the hell of it. If Morella, Eleanor, and even The Fates themselves were to be believed, it could work.That meant I'd have to change my approach. I could no longer sit back and wait for the right moment, for the day the kings would gather here at some undefined point in the future, when the princes would unite and kill their fathers in a display of solidarity.Whomever it was that blabbed did a piss poor job of it, and if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it was Magnus. He never did fully grasp the severity of what would happen if we did not succeed. He always thought it was a battle for the ultimate throne. To be the ruler of them all, but it was ne
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QuinnTroy did not go to the orchard with the others. He came straight to me after he sent the guards to prepare for the doctor’s execution. I already saw what he was going to do and I was petrified of what was to come. I also knew that any attempts to change his mind would be futile, but I'd try regardless.I shared everything with the women by my side. My sacred circle. The women that swore loyalty to me.“Why can I only see into the immediate future?” I asked as I slowly came back to full reality.Unlike the last time this happened, I wasn’t in a complete trance. I was aware of the people around me, and if I tried very hard, I could pull myself out of it, but the moment I stopped paying attention, I was sucked right back into the vision.“You can see the present, not the future,” Missus Lowry said and took my hand hers. “I had a cousin with the same talent.”“Kind of a useless gift,” I said and leaned my head back against the closet wall, staring up at one of the hidden lights in t
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Quinn Troy was quiet. His aura was still the same misty-grey colour, and his skin had gone a strange kind of ashy-white that reminded me of one of my teachers. The day before he had the heart attack that killed him, he looked that way. Troy listlessly pushed his food around on his plate, barely registering the world around him. Doctor Jacobs’s death was far worse than either of us expected, and Troy took it very hard. The man would not die. He clung to life like a nit clung to hair. Every time we thought that this was it, that surely the doctor couldn’t still be alive, he’d start screaming again. It wasn’t until the silver finally ate away his heart and lungs that he mercifully died. The wolves enjoyed the display of brutality, and when Mason refused to die, they whipped themselves into a frenzy of bloodlust. They whooped and hollered while they tore at their clothes like spectators at a gladiator fight. “Are you okay?” I asked my mate. He shook his head and pushed his plate
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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
