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YILEYNA "I don’t think Dad told us everything." Charlene sighed as we walked down the hall. I nodded in agreement, our voices echoing in the halls. The windows were frosted, a sign that winter was truly here. "I agree." I replied, sighing. "That comment about finding you a man to handle the Alpha title…" "Yeah, it annoyed me too. Hey, wait, surely he’ll tell Theon the full story right?" "I'm guessing so, he loves him far more than me." I replied, rolling my eyes. The Alpha seemed to dislike me more and more as of late. "But Theon loves you! So, you can seduce the answers out of him and then share with me?" She nudged me, blinking hopefully. I stopped and planted my hands on my hips. "Seriously, my queen? Do you think Theon would spill?" "I'm sure he spills enough, what is a few small secrets?" She winked suggestively at me, and it took me a second to realise what she meant. My eyes widened as I blushed. "Charl!" She burst into laughter, and I shoved her lightly. "Ouch, y
YILEYNA We broke apart, my arousal scenting the air and the large poky thing that was pressing against my stomach told me I wasn’t the only one who was turned on. "As much as skipping dinner sounds very appealing, I am starved." I whispered, running my hand over his package. His eyes blazed and he kissed my neck hungrily, making me whimper. "I plan to have you for dessert anyway." He replied. His hand was still holding the side of my neck and face as he moved back slightly, his face inches from mine, our eyes locked. I looked away from his intense amber eyes and led the way to the table. I took a seat, then Theon sat down opposite me, scanning the table. "I never knew you could cook. Unless of course, it just looks good… I’m mentally prepared to be food poisoned." I gave him a pointed look. "You won’t get food poisoning! Besides, you’re a werewolf. You can eat raw meat and live. But you don’t need to worry because my cooking is very good. I'm good at many things, actually. Apar
THEON Last night still replayed in my mind, and although another day had come and gone, I couldn’t bring myself to return to the cabin. It had felt too… intimate. Against my better instincts, I had been unable to hurt her by walking out. That in itself should be warning enough for me. She was having an effect on me, far more than she should. I should have walked out last night, but seeing the hurt in her eyes… Fuck I wish I could say it was how ravishing she looked that made me stay, but it wasn’t. I didn’t want to see tears in her eyes, unless, of course, they were caused by when we were getting physical… Just the thought of her naked body made my dick twitch. Was I falling for her? Was I even capable of that? I had spent years trying to squash all my feelings, so why was she able to break the impenetrable shield I had placed around myself? "Here you go, handsome." The blonde who had just placed a fresh tankard in front of me said in a flirty tone. I cast her a cold glare, not
YILEYNA Theon had arrived sometime late at night, he seemed rather quiet, and that’s saying something for Theon. He had told me Charlene’s training was beginning today and it would be under Madelia and himself. I had just asked if I could attend too. "You won’t be able to handle seeing her go through it." "What do you mean?" I asked concerned, as I removed the pendant from the vinegar and began scrubbing it. Wow, it was looking so much better, and the stone was beginning to look a little less dull brown. I carried on scrubbing it firmly. "Let’s just say the techniques are usually used for torture." He said, drinking his coffee from where he was sitting at the table, looking as godly as ever. I frowned deeply, a flare of anger going through me. "Does the king know?" I asked sharply. "Yeah, he’s the one who recommended several of the methods. We had a meeting with the princess yesterday afternoon too. She knows it's going to be brutal, but we need her powers to awaken." "But the
YILEYNAI regretted agreeing to training. I could barely walk straight, holding the fur coat tightly around me so it didn’t blow all over the place. It was beginning to snow, and I was sure a blizzard was headed our way. I had to drag my legs to move against the vicious winds.Theon was wearing a knee-length grey fur coat. It made me look him over whilst trying not to lick my lips in approval. He looked very regal and sexy, the coat only adding to the princely look he was displaying. His coppery hair blew in front of his forehead, yet he seemed unbothered by the cold. His breath was coming out in visible puffs.I think my wolf was really awakening because I didn’t feel as cold as I once would have. Another roaring bout of wind whipped against me, and I almost flew back from the sheer force. Theon’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he looked down at me with those eyes that seemed to burn into my soul. Even in the cold, he made me feel all warm inside.Once again, the words were on
YILEYNA The temperature dropped several notches, I felt it biting into my bones. "Ah…" I heard Charlene groan from somewhere nearby, but I couldn’t locate her. "The temperature will continue to drop, until your body will not be able to continue to function… Good luck." "When will you stop?" Charlene asked tensely. "Stop? There is no stopping, unless you find Madelia and are able to stop her yourself." Theon’s cold voice came. I nodded in concentration. Of course, they wouldn’t stop until we were near dead or passed out because they were trying to get Charlene to break the seal on her abilities. Things became colder and colder until I felt it become painful. They were lowering the temperature faster than I could focus. What do I do? A cry from Charlene made my heart thump. I couldn’t see her, but I needed to find her! She sounded like she was in agony. I closed my eyes, trying to sense where she was, listening to her heartbeat despite the cold. It was becoming far more bearabl
THEON The moment from earlier still played on my mind. She had gasped, backing away from the ice that was thickest beneath her feet, and then it was gone. I had tried to get her to call upon it again, but she didn’t manage it. She was unnerved and confused, but as for me? I was simply intrigued. Was she part mage or fae? The odd thing was, usually, you could tell, but with Yileyna, you could only sense her werewolf side. There was something missing… and I needed to know what it was. She had been angry and hostile towards me for the comment I made about her parents. I needed to do some digging into her parents' past. She may have gotten offended when I stated the truth, but it was obvious she looked nothing like her parents, that surely meant something. Her hair, eyes, facial features, and even build were entirely different. We all inherited something of our parents, even if it was subtle. She has been distracted since then, asking me not to mention it to the king. I didn’t plan to.
YILEYNA I awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed. I scanned the room frantically. Alone. I was alone. My heart was pounding, and once again, the nightmare of the night my parents were killed was replaying in my mind. I ran my trembling hand through my hair, closing my eyes as the emotions that I tried to control hit me full force. Focus Yileyna, it's ok. It’s going to be ok… No, it wasn’t ok… They died saving me and were marked as traitors. They were not traitors! I had to prove their innocence! I had to… Goddess… I wrapped my arms around my legs, burying my head in my knees. Focus. Breathe… What time was it? Where was Theon? Was he still not back? ‘They’re dead.’ Theon’s words from that night rang in my head, I felt the crushing agony in my chest break its restraint and hit me brutally. It was my fault. They died because of me. I won’t cry. I can’t. But I was unable to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks as I pressed a fist against my chest, trying to co
Thank you for reading this book, and once again, I appreciate all the love, support, and kind words that everyone has given me. For the patience and trust you had in me with this story. This has been the darkest story I have written, and Theon was a character who was not meant to be just a hero. He had committed sins, some of which will forever remain. Yileyna, our innocent yet naughty Yileyna, where do I start? She was a young girl who, in a way, was infatuated with Theon, unable to see anything more than the love she felt for him. They both grew, both changed for the better, and only then were they able to truly be with one another. I am happy that I was able to pen this book the way I had envisioned it. - If you did enjoy this book, could you please take a moment to leave me a review on the main page by clicking the three dots on the top right side of the page, go to ‘about this book', scroll down and leave me a rating and review! And of course, if you can and want to use those
YILEYNA. He was home. He came back to me. His lips met my neck in a deep kiss, and I could feel every muscle in his body tense as he controlled himself from ravishing me. His kisses became hungrier as I forced myself to turn in his arms. I looked up at the man I had so dearly missed. Our eyes locked, his a blazing mix of oranges and golds met my own, my emotions making my hands shake as I cupped his face. "You’re home." "I'm home." He smiled faintly, before our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that made my knees give way, and if he wasn’t holding me, I would have fallen. The prickles of his short beard tickled my chin. The minty taste of his mouth and his scent devoured me, just as his lips dominated mine, kissing me hard and rough. He lifted me entirely from the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as I kissed him back hungrily. He pushed me against the wall, slipping his tongue into my mouth like a man starved for far too long. I moaned helplessly, my core
YILEYNA. Nine Months Later… Seven months had passed, and I lived for Theon’s letters. In his absence, I put my head down, focusing on the changes I wanted to see in the kingdom. I even found time to visit Deliana down in the sea. She had been happy, now I often went for a swim in siren form with her. A lot had changed. Hunter and Charlene had a beautiful baby boy, who they named Nathanial Gray Carson, after Nathalia and Grayson. It was the perfect name for him. He was an adorable little boy, with brown hair and big soft green eyes. To my absolute delight, Charlene spent a few weeks here when he was a month old, and I loved their company. Enjoying the chance to shower my nephew with lots and lots of love and gifts. I didn’t want to give him back, but I had to. Oh, he was adorable! I wrote to Charlene almost as often as Theon, although the messages were so much lighter than the longing and pain I tried to hide in the ones to my beloved. Thea and Raiden were engaged. They would wed i
THEON. We hadn’t slept that night… Even after sex, we couldn’t sleep, not with the fact that I would be gone in the morning… My heart felt heavy as I now picked up my coat, and my small bag was ready. She stood there dressed in one of my shirts with a corset around her waist, paired with simple grey pants. Her heart was thundering as she watched me. It fucking hurt… She had bidden Charlene, Hunter, and Zoe goodbye just an hour ago, and now it was time for me to leave. I knew she didn’t want me to go, I had seen the tears she shed when she thought I was asleep in the early hours of the morning. The front she put on to be strong… and I fucking wished I could be here, but until I felt like I had done enough to be worthy of her, I would never be at ease. Yet, once again because of me, she was hurting. "Hey… if you want, cry." I said quietly, pulling her into my arms and tightening my hold. Fuck, I was going to miss her. A soft heart-breaking whimper escaped her as she bunched my s
YILEYNA. The day of the coronation had arrived. I was wearing a sequined strapless silver dress, which was fully embroidered, and encrusted with pearls and jewels on the bodice. It was fitted to just above my knees before it flared out with a long trail behind it. The embroidery was lighter on the skirt, with a full border at the bottom. A matching cape stood to the side which I would wear once it was time to take my oath. My make-up was glowing, and my hair was half pinned up with soft curls tumbling down my back. I was wearing silver heels, as well as a large silver necklace and earrings. Matching gloves reached my elbows, and I wore a few rings. I was currently in the new royal quarters, a place I had chosen for Theon and myself. It was towards the back of the castle, despite it not usually being the place preferred by royals as it was smaller. However, the view was stunning. Looking out over the gardens below and the coast in the distance had tempted me to choose this part of th
YILEYNA. Three hours had passed, and we had just showered after a very sizzling few rounds of sex. I had put some roast chicken and vegetables in the oven that would be done soon, and I was slipping on a black silk nightdress that reached mid-thigh. I sat in front of the vanity mirror, opening Mom’s jewellery box. The few remaining items that I had managed to salvage were all here, along with the amulet that belonged to Theon’s mother. I had been given it by one of the omegas who were doing a thorough clean of the castle and had found it in his old room, but I hadn't managed to find the right time to return it to Theon. I know it belonged to the Obsidian Shadow pack and was a painful reminder of the wrongs that stained that pack, but it had also been his mother’s. I shut the jewellery box, clutching the necklace in my hand, as I walked out into the main room. The room was glowing with the warm lights of the lanterns, and two windows were open. With summer approaching, the weather w
YILEYNA. Three Weeks Later… Three weeks had passed since that night. I took the throne and became the Alpha Queen of Astalion by default. The last few weeks had been a blur of work. Not only were there things to do within Astalion, but there was so much to work out with the other kingdoms and how we would go from here. The foremost was the funeral of our fallen heroes, the victims of Theoden’s actions. The Kingdom was in mourning for three days, and until those days were up and everyone was buried with full honours, there was no merriment. The fallen sirens, nagas and fae were also engraved on the memorial stone in the courtyard of the temple of Selene, for they died for this kingdom and fought bravely alongside us for our people. After the funerals, the next job was making peace between the sirens and nagas. Something that went well enough. Despite the fact the two species will never mix, they came to an agreement, and the Naran empire broke down their dams, letting the water th
THEON. I lifted her bridal style, carrying her back to Westerfell. Not many were around, save the guards standing on duty. Neither of us cared for our surroundings as we made our way toward our cabin. A place that we had spent time together only fleetingly, but a place that held some of the best memories we had together. I kicked the door shut behind me, turning the lock in the key before I carried her to the bedroom. Pulling back the top layer that may have collected dust and placing her down, turning one of the lanterns on. I wanted to see her tonight… properly… The dim light cast a glow around the room, and she smiled softly up at me as I slowly pulled my tunic off, tossing it aside. Her eyes raked over my body, her heart thundering. I could see the love in her eyes, the desire and anticipation as she propped herself onto her elbows. Reaching up with her leg, she ran her foot over my cock, which was already semi-hard at just the fucking thought of fucking her. Removing my sho
THEON. The Queen… Someone who fucking deserved the best, but I had marked her… The pull towards her was a storm in my mind, and although the bond was completed, all I fucking wanted to do was fuck and claim her all over again. Seeing everyone bow to her and my mark adorning her neck had overwhelmed me with emotions that were far too many for me to process. I was Alpha now, I felt it the moment he died, the transfer of power... I had walked away, helping with the worst job, disposing of the dead before I had washed my hands with soap a thousand fucking times, wanting to remove the memory of Theoden from my skin. It was strange how everyone looked to me for guidance, as if they had forgotten what I had done in the past. Was it just me who couldn’t forgive myself? I was now down by the coast, sitting on the edge of one of the rocky cliffs, not wanting to run into any sirens down in the water below. I just wanted peace. I had unleashed my anger upon Theoden, but his death had taken