Carol’s POV“You want me to what?” I gasped, turning to look at my biological father.He smirked and folded his arms across his chest.“Read her mind,” he answered with a casual shrug. “If you truly have your mother’s powers, it shouldn’t be too difficult with a little training.”“How do you expect
I nodded at his words.“And that’s all?” I asked. “I just think about where I want the object to go?”He shook his head.“You have to say “Mossa” while you do so. It’s the Italian word for move,” he explained.I nodded thoughtfully.“Okay, I told him. “I think I can do that.”For the next serval hou
Carol’s POV“You can’t be serious,” I said, astonished.Aiden let out a deep growl as he stood protectively in front of me.“You aren’t taking my wife anywhere,” Aiden growled.“Step aside, Alpha. Unless you want to join her in the dungeon,” King Bennet growled in return.I put my on the back of Aid
“Word of advice… don’t eat the food they bring you. I’m lucky enough because they want to keep me alive for whatever fucking reason. But you… I have a feeling they’d be happier if you weren’t around.”I swallowed the lump in my throat.“I was poisoned once,” I said softly.“Exactly,” she murmured, h
Third Person POV“Queen Emalyn, you must keep your strength up, please eat something,” Morgan said as she placed a plate of food on Emalyn’s bedside table. Morgan was originally for a different coven, but they were kind enough to send her to assist the queen during her difficult labor. Everybody was
“Where is the King?” Emalyn asked, biting her lip through the heavy amount of pain. “Where is my husband??”“He is on his way here as we speak,” Morgan reassured her, putting a cold cloth on her forehead. “You don’t need to worry about a thing!”“Help me get her ready, Candance,” the doctor said as
The king and the doctor both nodded. Guards helped the doctor take Emalyn out of the room and to the clinic while the King stayed behind for a moment to check on the baby.“I love you,” he whispered to the baby. “And I’ll find you again when it is safe.”“Stay with her for a little while,” Morgan to
Carol’s POV“You’re my sister…” I whispered, sitting back on the bed, not because I wanted to get comfortable, but because my body could no longer handle my weight any longer. I felt 10 times heavier, and I needed to sit to relieve some of that tension. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; could t