[Damian]I knew Myra could only be at Andrew’s house. I didn’t know if I would be accepted or thrown out, but I had to try. The urgency in Celie’s voice felt like she wanted me to go to my mate or Myra might just…I didn’t want to think along those lines. I ran across the forest, but suddenly my instincts were haywire and I followed them immediately. I soon found her. Her wolf lying in prone form. I ran up to her, not knowing what to expect then. Would she be awake? Or would she be…I crouched down to inspect and felt a vague sense of relief when I saw that she was breathing. I caressed her fur, soft as ever. This was the first time I had touched her wolf. “Myra?” I called her softly. Why was she here? What had made her lose consciousness? I moved my fingers through her grey fur, waiting for her to wake up. Finally, her eyes fluttered open. She whined feebly. I rubbed her neck soothingly. “Sweetheart…” I whispered. Her eyes met mine and for a moment she stared at me, unblinking. Then
[Myra] I surfaced to consciousness with a feeling of something cold and wet against my throat. I moaned at the sensation and the action stilled. I opened my eyes to find Damian staring down at me before lowering his head and going back to mouthing at my neck. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing? Why was he here? When everything came back to me. My sleep-addled brain supplied image after image. I stiffened. He must have sensed it as well, because he began kissing the spot where his mark suddenly made its presence known. A particular sharp nip makes my breath hitch. “You…” I began but gasped when his fingers caressed up my inner thigh until they halted just at my slit but did not delve in. “You were saying…” he prompted huskily. “You…you marked me again?” This was a dumb question, but his fingers rubbing and brushing along the length of my slit and his cold lips brushing against my mark were distracting me. Akira purred in the back of my mind. “I guess because you begged
[Myra]I fidgeted against his side while I could feel his heavy gaze boring into me.“What the hell do you mean that you ‘sort’ of ran away?” I could hear the cold fury in his tone. I sighed and peered at him. “I wanted to help you and…but Andrew said I can't do this alone but he is in no position to help me. He is…he is sick, so sick that…that he can’t even stand properly. Alexandra is helping him but..but I don’t know when he will leave the bed. Even though he reassured me that he would help, that going to the castle alone is foolishness, I felt as if I had no choice,” I said earnestly, feeling my eyes well up. “He needs to recover but waiting for so long…” I avert my eyes, not wanting him to see my tears. Damian caressed my face. “But it was dangerous. You are not strong enough, baby.” A whine escaped my throat, an ingrained and primordial reaction towards a mate, a sound that conveyed my need to both protect him and my trust in him. Damian surged forward and captured my lips wit
[Celie]“They are not coming for you,” Samantha, whom people now know as the High Queen sneered feebly. I tugged harshly on the noose, even though my palm was bleeding. I was no longer standing but sitting a few feet away, still trying to channel my energy into the noose. Samantha’s power had dwindled to a great extent. “That’s for me to worry about. You, on the other hand, should worry about your fate. Oh, wait? You are already dead, you don’t have a fate,” I sneered, relishing the way she thrashed weakly. “Either tell me where your beloved mate is or maybe just say goodbye to your nocturnal life in an unqueenly manner,” I said through my clenched teeth. My whole body was aching from exhaustion and the impact of the spiritual noose that I had perfected after extensive studying. “Well, guess you’ll never know,” she said nonchalantly. I took a shuddering breath. Slowly, even breathing was becoming difficult. I glanced at Samantha, who had her eyes closed as she leaned back against t
[Andrew] I couldn’t believe her, wouldn’t believe her. I rushed forward, pushing her away from the entrance. I ran, ran as fast as my body could take. I staggered and stumbled until I found the passage. I hardly glanced at the carcass lying near the bed, not even wincing or flinching at the stench. “Stop…stop.” I heard that woman say but I felt as if I was in a trance. I let my instincts lead me and somehow I ended up walking down a spiral staircase leading to a dungeon, probably. When I finally walked further in, a laugh bubbled out of my lips, whether from relief or delirium? I didn’t know. Celie was lying on the ground, her fingers still holding onto some kind of rope and the High Queen.. she was lying limp, listed sideways, black blood oozed out of her mouth while a part of her had become ash. She was gone for good. I walked forward and took Celie in my arms. She felt cold. “Celie…get up…I am here. Damian and everyone else is here to….save you,” I said in a low voice. But
[Damian] I stood up, coming to stand in front of Myra, who lay unconscious. Melissa folded her arms and waited for my explanation. “Because it’s still my house,” I said. Melissa’s gaze wandered past me, towards Myra. “You brought another creature into our house,” she spat out. “Watch your mouth,” I warned. Melissa chuckled bitterly. “You’ve been a Royale and then managed to betray our clan for that creature. What do you think? We don’t get any news? Do you know we’ve been blacklisted and been treated as an outcast? I don’t think so. Dad and mom now go on hunts instead of staying in the house like we used to.” I stared at her, shocked. How did I not know this? No wonder the house looked emptier than normal. No wonder no one stopped me. No wonder Melissa too looks paler than usual. That bitch had not only made my life miserable but also my family's. “I…” Melissa held up her hand. “No need for the fake apologies and sympathies. You clearly don’t care.” “But I didn’t know… n
[Damian]“You are still here?” Melissa hissed when she returned at dusk. However, there was a tray in her hand and that made me realise that my sister hadn’t become as heartless as I had presumed. I let my lips curl into a sly smile. “But the tray in your hand speaks otherwise.” I glanced at Myra, who was still asleep. Melissa rolled her eyes as she placed the bowl containing some kind of soup. Another bowl contained blood. An animal’s no doubt. I wondered from where she managed to get a portion for me. “Is this edible?” I asked. Melissa raised an eyebrow and retorted, “Why don’t you try?” I took up the offer, although it might convey how much of a jerk I am. But the last thing I needed was a betrayal. The soup was actually good. I hummed in approval. “It’s good.” Melissa didn’t bother to answer. Her lips were turned down because she had seen through my pretence. She said, “Wake up your mate and feed this to her. Mom and dad are due soon. Go to the cabin, I’ve prepared provisions
[Andrew] I looked at Alexandra. She was smiling at Celie, her eyes gleaming. She nodded in acknowledgement and my gaze flickered back to Celie who preened at that. Had she been still the Celie I knew, she would have not even acknowledged Alexandra. I wondered if she would be the same after the initial haze of being turned wore off. “So you were talking about this?” I asked as Alexandra anyway. Her gaze darted towards me and Celie made a low growl-like sound at the back of her throat at the loss of her master’s attention. “Yes, but this will wear off after a week or so,” she murmured. She then moved to sit beside Celie, who smiled at her. Alexandra cupped the side of her face and leaned forward. I watched as she kissed her once rival. When she pulled back, Celie looked slightly dazed, her eyes glazed. “Welcome back,” she murmured. Celie replied with a tremulous smile. “He is also your master, Celie. He was the one who asked me to save you,” she said while caressing her cheek. Celi
{3 years later…} [Myra] The day begins like any other. The castle is now our permanent abode. Every day hasn’t been filled with roses and peaches. There has been a number of ugly attempts of invasion, and there have been attempts at assassination, but somehow we have persevered. I make my way to my office where I know a tonne of paperwork will be waiting. But I sense my mate’s presence instead as I approach my office. As expected, he sits on one of the vacant chairs, flipping through a file. “I thought you needed to leave for another Pack/Nocturnal meeting.” I walk over to him and lean down to kiss him nonetheless. He abandons the file in favour of pulling me on his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and nip his bottom lip. “I did, but the alpha and the luna also want you to be present,” he murmurs against my lips. “Huh? Why?” I ask, pulling away. He shrugs. “I guess you are more popular and amiable than I am. At least that is what Celie reports.” I giggle at that but it i
[Celie] “Looking at him won’t change the inevitable.” I am startled by Andrew’s voice. I am not this oblivious. However, today can be exempted considering the whirlwind of stuff that happened and culminated to this day. I shoot a mild glare at him before turning back to look at the King who will probably be a memory when the sun rises next. “Go bother Alexandra,” I mutter as I lean back on the couch, a glass of deer’s blood in my hand. My taste buds have adjusted to the smell and taste miraculously. Alexandra said that it will take a while before I can go back to having ‘human’ food. I can’t wait. Instead of doing what I suggested and going to Alexandra’s room, he takes a seat beside me. My heart doesn’t flutter but I feel a knot form in my stomach. His presence has always done that. “How do you feel about your new position?” he asks. I shrug. “I’ll manage. I will give Damian a hell of a time.” I am not even kidding. That man will pay for what he did today. Only because today
[Damian] King. The Vampire king. That is what the former King uttered while placing the crown on my head. The weight of the golden crown and the powers seep into my skin as Elder Lana reads the decree, the responsibilities that entail the role. My eyes wander to my parents who look proud, to Melissa who stands grinning and towards my werewolf friends, who smile when our gazes meet. My gaze wanders to my mate, who is more nervous than I am even if she appears to be calm. She stands poised and beautiful. Mine. Possessiveness curls around my dead heart. The echo of these emotions has increased ever since she became my mate. I wonder once again what my earlier self would have felt if he got the chance to become the King. If he was given the chance to rule with his mate? But it is rhetorical, isn’t it? Because we are the same. Myra’s eyes flicker to mine when she senses my gaze on her. Her eyes widen infinitesimally before her cheeks tint pink when she looks at the intent behind my gaz
[Myra]Jamie fills the silence with his non-stop chatter and it is a welcoming respite. Viola sits beside me in companionable silence, occasionally replying to Jamie’s quips with her own retorts and sometimes joking. It’s a short journey and yet it feels stretched out. I feel sweat trickle down the nape of my neck, trickling down the spine. I shift a little and Viola immediately turns her attention towards me. “Should I crank up the AC?” Jamie asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I nod. “That would be great.” The make-up is a water-based one so one less worry about sweating away the hard work Viola had done. Out of the blue, another image crosses my mind like a memory long-forgotten. I see the glimpse of a castle at night and realise that Damian and suddenly I realise that what is now Andrew’s mansion, used to be our temporary home centuries ago. My throat closes at the thought. My fingers flex around the handle of a clutch purse. “Are you okay? Your heart is terribly
[Myra] What can an omega dream of in this Supernatural world which strictly follows hierarchy? Maybe finding a mate who is loving, or living a life without being beaten into submission. But becoming a Royal? Becoming a Queen? Maybe not. At least I did not have any such dream. I dreamt of a loving mate, a life free of slavery. But that is not what I got, not at the beginning at least. My parents left me or rather were forced to leave me behind while their lives were sucked out. “What are you thinking?” Violet asks me with a light pat on my shoulder. I blink out of my thoughts and shake my head. It’s nothing serious after all, not anymore. “I swear, this dress was probably waiting for you,” Violet mutters as she straightens whatever crease was still visible even if a little. My gaze flickers back to my reflection — the red gown goes well with my pale skin. The sweetheart neckline and the off-shoulder straps, highlight my collarbone while the cinched corset style of the top makes my
[Celie]“Nope. Not happening,” I shake my head vehemently at the proposition. What the fuck is this senile bloodsucker even saying? Elder Lana or so I reckon looks me up and down like I’m some sort of untouchable and lowly being. They wouldn’t be doing that if they knew how I defeated their revered High Queen. “Why?” Damian counters on behalf of the King. I shoot him an icy look. Does he not get it? I am a newly transformed hybrid and someone who basically destroyed their mental albeit delusional image of a Queen who had never been someone they thought her to be, and he wants me to ask why. They will never accept me even if they comply with the King’s wish. “I think this girl is right, Your Highness,” Elder Elisa says primly, as if it pained her to agree with me. I scoff inwardly. Like I care, asshole. But the King shakes his head, slow but firm. “I have given my verdict. She… defeated the Queen. She saved me… I am grateful to her.” The voice is feeble but sincere, which is why I d
[Myra] I have never seen such mayhem. The covens were either hurling verbal insults at Celie or simply running to get their information across to their Elders. Celie has managed to create a barrier even though she didn’t want to. If I am not wrong, it’s not easy to get hold of Elders. Usually, they either roam different parts of the world after serving their covens or packs or clans, or they simply go incognito which simply means that one won’t get hold of them until they want to. Some still stay back and act as the advisor or are simply there as a helping hand, someone who commands respect. There are a few and I bet the people who have gone, have gone to these few, who crave power, more power and try to keep the leaders of their concerned pack or coven or clan in check. “Bloodsuckers and their stupid dead brains,” Celie muttered, “Oi. You are one of them now,” Damian shoots back without any heat.“As if I wanted to be one,” she retorts and gives Andrew a withering look which the ma
[Celie] I rush out of the throne room. I don’t bother with whoever follows me, too pre-occupied and curios and not to mention basking in sheer joy in knowing that my potions and medicine still work, even though it hasn’t been that long. I am swifter than I used to be which is the only good thing about being a bloodsucker. I can hear multiple footsteps behind me but I don’t bother with them. What is important now is to see the King and what he has to say. When I enter, the King is already sitting up, looking less pale, less like a ball of flesh and bones and more like a vampire albeit too fragile to look menacing. I come to a halt and bow. “Your Highness.” I hear a few begin to whisper as they stand slightly afar, wary but curious. Alexandra and Andrew step forward, creating somewhat of a barrier between the crowd and me. “You did an amazing job,” Andrew says in a low tone, his voice filled with awe.. I ignore his praise and the effect it has on me. “You wanted to speak with me?” I
[Myra] We were near the castle gate; we spotted Kaia at the gate and it was like déjà vu as she came running towards us. “Everything is a mess!” “What happened?” Damian asks. “Celie was treating the King after I brought her the ingredients required. But then someone barged into the room and, looking at the king, they began to call the others. Everyone thinks that we are bluffing, and the King is still in that same state. We exchange a worried glance before hurrying towards the Queen’s chambers and I can only gape at the sight as I spot Andrew and Alexandra standing guard, their expressions menacing while a vampire, Caleb I think leers, “Oh c’mon, you want us to believe that this is the dead King? That shrivelled up thing?” Another she-vampire, agrees in a nasal tone, “He is right. You can’t really feed us such bullshit. Why did you get the news and we did not? And why should we believe you without proof?” I glance at Damian and find him looking pissed at the hubbub. We are ab