I might have entered some kind of magical bubble. With each stroke of Draven's tongue in my mouth, I felt more blissful, more into it. I was sinking in pleasure, ignoring everyone's shouts and joyful screams. Draven's arms were wrapped around me. He was pulling me closer with every abrupt breath he took, his chest muscles flexing against my body. As the chants around us increased, I became more aware of my surroundings. A flush of embarrassment flooded my face, sending a rapid wave of strength to push Draven away from me. With the impulse I gave him, he broke our kiss and leaned back to watch my blushing face while wearing a huge grin.
"You make me want you even more," he whispered against my lips and gave me a quick peck before releasing me from his embrace.
I took a long exhale, trying to control my emotions. The inside of my mind was distorted. The pain, the guilt, the satisfaction of winning; it all mixed together. I needed a break, a moment to be alone and process
The rest of the ceremony went smoothly… I think. My mind was elsewhere most of the time. I captured the sight of those standing at the foot of the hill and couldn't think of anything other than my father's unimaginable cruelty. He had sold a part of his own pack. He got rid of those who had come to the Southern Woods Pack with my mother. I bet that he had done it once when he killed her. What could be more disrespectful than selling members of her old pack as slaves? I couldn't bear the thought that I had that monster's blood running through my veins, but I figured that I should at least make good use of the genes he gave me: use them against him and against every wrong he had ever done.Draven held my hand through the whole formal part, as if he was marking me as his, and I let him, not completely consciously, but I did. I stood still with my eyes numbly registering everyone and no one at the same time. My bewilderment successfully took away my attention from any kind
Taking a cautious step back, I said, "Mind telling me what are you doing in my room?""You didn't answer my question," Draven hissed, glancing at my phone, lying on the bedside table.I clenched my fist. "I have no obligation to explain my private conversation. Now I'll ask you again: what are you doing here?"Draven left out an angry sigh, "Your door wasn't locked.""It wasn't open either." I glared at him.I observed Draven taking a deep breath, putting out the fire within his eyes. "I wanted to check on you to know that you are fine after everything that happened today." His harsh tone turned warmer and more composed."You should have knocked first," I stated firmly."I did, but you were too busy flirting with that vampire over the phone." An annoyed smirk flashed across his face."I wasn't flirting with him!" I snapped, "And why the hell do I need to explain myself to you?! You know that we were in a relationship and-"
I was looking at the crowd kneeling before me as if I was a goddess. It was overwhelming. The pressure was getting to me from all sides, squeezing my chest. I glanced at Draven. He stood a few steps away from me, wearing a sly grin on his face. When he met my pleading, help-me-out gaze, he let out a brief chuckle and tilted his head, pointing at the crowd. He dared me to step forward and speak, but how could I? He was a natural-born leader, and I always chose to fight in the second or third row, yet currently, those people had their eyes solely on me! I forcefully pulled a breath into my lungs."I am not a Princess, and I am not at Alpha like my mother was!" I called out, trying to amplify the sound of my voice.I saw the people in front of me raising their heads and looking at me.I swallowed and continued, "I didn't know what happened to my mother's pack, and I used to be too weak to even try to find out. But I became stronger, and I am willing to use that str
I took a deep breath through my nose and closed my eyes. I could smell the faint scent of a she-wolf, clearly the one whom I chased, but there was no intimidating aura. I became more certain that JD had put the previous notes on my pillow himself, but not this time. Was she his spy? If so, that would have meant that she was in one of the six groups of warriors from the Moon Hill Pack. Who the hell was she?Truthfully, she wasn't too discreet as a spy. She entered my room and turned every light on like an amateur. It was hard to believe that someone like her worked for the elusive JD. Then I remembered she had been escaping through the employees-only stairs. That would mean that she either worked in the hotel or disguised herself as part of the hotel's staff. If that was the case, she could have taken a universal key to get fast access to my room. It could also explain her sudden disappearance: she must have known about the hotel plan. She knew where she needed to run to and w
My heart started to race as I processed what Patrick had said. "What?" I mumbled, somehow hoping that I had misunderstood him."His head had been cut off, and his body had been thrown into the dumpster," Patrick described, his fisted hand revealing his whitening knuckles."Do you think that the spy planted in my pack did it?" Draven's rage was audibly surfacing in the tone of his voice."Who else?" Patrick smirked coldly at him."It doesn't add up…" I muttered under my breath, but certainly, I was still too loud for Patrick and Draven not to hear me."What doesn't add up?" they asked in unison.My eyes shifted between their gazes as a nervous grimace flashed across my face. "Last night I saw a woman running out of my room. I chased after her, but I lost her in one of the corridors on the ground floor. When I came back to my room, I saw the note..."Patrick leaned forward in his chair, locking his eyes on me. "Did you take a clo
I sat on the bed motionless, thoughts spinning inside my head. I was forcing the air into my lungs as if I was squeezing it in through a thin straw. An insufficient level of oxygen made my head spin. "That can't be true. The child isn't his." Those two sentences played on repeat inside my mind, protecting my heart from breaking into pieces. My mantra worked slowly, soothing my heart rate and loosening my chest. The logical part of my brain restarted. "I need to call Sariel…" I mumbled to myself. I stared at the phone for more than a minute before my trembling hand managed to pick his number from my extremely short list of contacts. I made the call. Hearing the waiting signals was tormenting. I was taking long breaths, trying to exhale them slowly, but it didn't ease my anxiety. He didn't answer. A heartbeat later, I called again… and then again. I might have been irrational and too demanding, but I thought that I was going to fall apart if I didn't he
I violently shook my head, and then a scream escaped my throat, "No!"Rage mixed with agonizing pain as the burning hot blood ran through my veins faster and faster. I picked Sariel's number on my phone and called him. I waited, listening to long signals that only fueled my anger. How could he do this to me? I believed him when he said that he would make me his queen and that he would kill Elora… Was I the only one in love? Was he playing me up until this moment? No. I refused to believe that. When he didn't answer, I called him again and got switched to voicemail."You son of a bitch! You don't even have the decency to answer the fucking call and say it?!" I think my voice cracked just before I disconnected.My frustration was overwhelming. I didn't cry, but I wanted to demolish the entire room just to ease my anger.Another text came: "I'm sorry, Lilith. I wouldn't stand talking to you. I've never meant for it to happen, but this is the fact. Goo
I could feel the booze running through my veins, but it couldn't affect my consciousness. My regeneration skills quickly turned the alcohol into a light sedative, working just enough to calm me down. I was emotionally tired, and right now, I was making a choice, the choice I'd never thought I would make. I wasn't in love with Draven. As a matter of a fact, I didn't know if I was able to open my heart to anyone anymore, but I needed something stable in my life. My feelings for Sariel were still painfully alive within me. Nonetheless, I knew that I had to lock them away. I had to rearrange my life.Was I tempted by Draven's words? Perhaps a little. Did I want to become the queen? I merely wanted to grant my mother's people the justice they deserved. Most importantly, I wanted to find that one place in the world where I truly belonged. Was it my place to stand beside Draven as his queen? I couldn't answer that question yet, but if that was supposed to be my destiny, then I was a