BowdenI knew inviting Leonard was risky, but as the biggest pack in my kingdom, I could not ignore the Alpha of Moon Dance. He’d take it personally, and it could spark a war between packs – the moment I show that kind of disrespect to one of the most powerful Alphas in the kingdom, other wolves will see it as an opportunity to attack him.'Moon Dance,' I smirk to myself. What a ridiculous name for a pack.Snorting softly, I lock my office door, and right away three guards surround me. I don’t need them, but it sends a powerful message to the Alphas.The castle is busy. I posted extra guards at the entrances to our living spaces, but every other part of the castle is open to the guests. They like it here, and I understand why. The castle is beautiful, it’s historic, and most will never get the chance to see it again.I smile and nod as far as I go, dodging playing pups and haggard nannies. The children don’t bother me. I love them. They give the place a little life. The castle feels t
Bowden This morning, like every other morning, whizzes by, and I still haven’t had time to talk to Kaiya about the kiss we shared. It’s not just the Alphas’ and excitement of the upcoming ceremony that’s taking up my time; I still have to pay attention to my daily tasks and the mundane chores of running a kingdom. I remind Kaiya of the Alphas' arrival at ten-thirty and get up to meet her in the lobby. Today, she’s wearing blue, which suits her just as well as the red did. Unlike yesterday, her hair is loose, framing her beautiful, and by now, familiar face. “Hey,” she says and tucks on the gold necklace that's always around her neck. I take her hand in mine, touching her for the first time today, and realise I don’t want to let her go again. It feels good and right to have her by my side. This is the kind of mate bond we used to talk about when we were young Lycans. We saw our fathers with our mothers, the love and the bond they shared, their devotion to each other, and we’d dream
Kaiya After an unexpectedly long and busy day, I go back to my room to wash and dress for tonight’s dinner with the visitors. I had three meetings with Lunas, but only one had a real problem. The other two wanted to know if I’d attend their sham charity dinners and contribute to their ridiculous causes, one of which was a sponsored flower garden at their pack house. The third Luna asked me if I could get her daughter out of a mating situation. “I don’t know if I can help with something like that.” “Oh, no, no,” the Luna said. “I wondered if you could ask the king to step in.” “Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” The Luna’s eyes widened in shock. “A she-wolf can’t just…speak to the king,” she gasped. “Why not?” “My mate will have my hide. Besides-” she leaned over my new desk in my new office -“this is woman’s business.” “Okay,” I finally conceded. “I’ll talk to the king, but I can’t promise you anything. Her father is forcing her to mate with this Beta?” The Luna woefully n
**TRIGGER WARNING:** This chapter contains graphic scenes that might be upsetting to some readers. Please proceed with caution or skip to Chapter 39 Kaiya Bowden stares at me with those cold, green eyes of his. I can see him switch off, and I remember Elias saying that it’s never a good idea to get on his bad side. Now I can see why. The anger radiating from him is like a nuclear blast, and it’s threatening to take my breath away. “Are you angry at me?" I ask him through our mind link. "I didn't do these things." "I know. I am trying here, Kaiya." "Can’t you use your aura to compel me to speak the truth?” I ask him. I can’t stand all their judgy eyes on me. All these men who hurt us and abuse us, then play these games with us, treating us like shit. I stick my fist in my mouth to stop the tears. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Bowden takes a step towards me but then reconsiders and stops. “My aura doesn’t work on you,” he explains and folds his arms over his
Bowden Kaiya is never going to forgive me for what I had done to her. It doesn't matter that she outright dared me to do it. She trusted that I'd protect her and I couldn't. I didn’t see any other way out of this mess, especially not after she demanded that we do the purity test. And all of this because of Leonard. “You did not have to perform the purity test, your majesty,” he states. “The fuck he didn’t,” Luke says. “You forced his hand. You insisted on doing that purity test.” “Shut up,” I say and blast the Alpha with all the force of my aura. He goes white and slides off his chair, hitting the floor with a satisfyingly loud thud. “I do not remember you speaking up for the queen when you had the chance.” “I did,” the Alpha wheezes. “I really do not care about her virginity.” “Keep talking,” I say. “I’ll have you on this floor right next to Leonard.” I look at the Alpha of Moon Dance. “Well? We’re all waiting. Start begging. Crawl to her on your hands and knees like the dog yo
Kaiya A strange kind of hush falls over the castle. Usually, there’s always someone bustling around, off to do one of the many things needed to keep this place running like a German train schedule. Even in the middle of the night, I can hear guards calling out to each other on the grounds, or the sound of Omegas running through the hallways. Tonight, it’s like a grave. As quiet as the catacombs. Around midnight, the silence unnerves me and I get up to ask Oswald about it, but he’s not on his post. I turn my head in every direction, but there’s no one. I'm all alone up here. Feeling a little nervous, I go to the last person I want to see. Bowden. He came by earlier, but I refused to talk to him. He left again without saying a word. “Why won’t you talk to our mate?” Elowen asked when he left. “I’m angry at him.” “It wasn’t his fault,” she said. “He tried to protect us.” I didn’t listen to her. She’s a wolf, and she will do anything her mate asks her to do without question, even
KaiyaEven the castle lights that usually shite brightly throughout the night had been dimmed. Now that Elowen is awake, I have no problem seeing where I'm going, but the darkness makes me uneasy. It always has.A few times, I walk past some lower-ranking guards, but none of them tries to stop me. They follow me with their eyes until I’m out of sight, then the next set of guards follow me. It’s very strange.It’s not until I reach the entrance to the dungeon that someone actually blocks my way. “Your majesty,” the dungeon guard says. “The night is better spend in your room.”“Are you going to stop me from entering?” I ask, jutting out my chin, daring him to do it.“No. I am merely giving you a friendly warning.”“I will be fine.”“Who do you want to see?”“Clar- ah…Shannon.”He nods and steps aside. “Through the bars only.”“Fine.”I descend the dark staircase leading to the lower floor. My sneakers thud dully on the compacted earth floor. The air is thick with the scent of despair an
Bowden I wake up in the forest with Kaiya curled up in my arms. She moans softly and cuddles in closer to me, sliding her soft body across mine, sending charged little bolts of electricity running up and down my spine. I’m not stupid enough to think this means that she has forgiven me. Our wolves took control last night and did Goddess only knew what. They don’t care about the politics and games we play with each other, all they care about is their mates. I’m covered in a thick sheen of drying blood, but the only blood on Kaiya is transfer from my body to hers. She’s has Dorian’s ugly necklace clenched in her hand. Her hair is knotted and messy, with twigs and leafs woven through the tangles. Even now, dirty and covered in blood, I find her irresistible and I have to fight with everything I have not to wake her with a kiss. There was no controlling my Lycans last night. Even as I handed down the Alphas’ punishments, I knew that it wouldn’t be enough for them. They wanted those trea
Dear Readers, Here we are at the end of Kaiya and Bowden's story. This one flew by didn't it? I loved working on it, and I'm genuinely sad that it has come to an end. Kaiya is perhaps one of my favourite characters, and I loved exploring her story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was once again blown away by your amazing support. I want you to know that I do read your comments, and they do always encourage me to work harder and write better. I love hearing from you. Writers always love hearing from their readers, so please never stop! You have no idea how much it means to us as writers. Thank you, as always, from the very bottom of my heart for your support, comments, gems and ratings. It means everything to me. I hope to see you for our next adventure. Much love,Celice
KaiyaThe returning Lycans didn’t care where Deborah and I came from, especially not after Bowden told them that going forward, none of them have to give up their mates unless they want to do so by choice.None of them wanted to break their bonds. None of them wanted to suffer through the heartache again. Centuries of living in fear came to an abrupt end, and they embraced it with open arms and hearts.A week later, Neil mated with one of my father’s ex harem girls. A sweet young woman named Kaylee, a week after that, Deacon mated with Sparrow. A new light shone in the castle, one of hope and happiness.Three weeks after I came back, Vanessa returned, but she wasn’t the same. Jaeger told her what happened, and it scared her. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around it – the magic, the deaths, the mayhem, all the things things that humans find unimaginable. We were the living embodiment of her nightmares.She gave Jaeger an ultimatum – leave his home and live with her in the human world
Kaiya I wake to the sound of the song I sang to the mates the day they exited the catacombs. Deborah stands next to me, a confused frown on her face. “They’re all dead,” she says. “They’re supposed to be,” I say without thinking. I have no idea where that little nugget of knowledge came from, but I know it to be true. I groan softly and sit up, looking around me. There's no light coming in from outside, but I can feel the full moon. A white sheet of snow cuts the outside world off from view. The only light comes from the flickering torches against the walls. Bowden isn’t here like he was the last time, and I feel completely and utterly abandoned, cold, and lonely. “Why aren’t they waking?” Deborah asks, her face pulled into a frown of confusion. “You could never wake them,” Lauren says from the darkness. I swivel my head in all directions, looking for her. “Not by yourselves. They were dead and you forced them from their afterlife, pulling their souls into the void.” “We didn’t
Bowden “Bowden?” Griffin asks from the entrance of the catacombs. “This is not healthy. You have to get out of here. Time is running out.” Every day, just before sunset, I come to the catacombs and stare at Kaiya’s face, willing her to open her eyes. I shake my head, unable to move. Three days after Kaiya died the first time, the bond started to come back to life. It helped to keep some of the darkness at bay, and I did all right until the day after the full moon, when it happened all over again. The pain of it woke me from my sleep, tearing through my like a blunt knife. I was still trying to take a breath when Griffin stormed into my apartment, a look of pure agony on his face. "Is it breaking?" he asked. "Are they proper dead?" "I don't know." I gasped through the pain. The first time it happened was still too raw, too fresh, and it all blended together into a stewing pot of abject suffering We rushed to the catacombs to see all the mates back in their sarcophagi and Kaiya
Kaiya I didn’t expect to go back to sleep when I entered the catacombs. I didn't give it much thought before now, but what the hell are we supposed to do down here, day in day out, unable to sleep, unable to live, unable to die? No wonder everyone is so fucking angry. I've not even been in the catacombs that long, and I'm already pissed off at the world and the dark witches that cursed me to live this waking nightmare. Lauren leads us into a vast, open temple. It's bigger than the one in Junction City, but unlike the one under that pack house, this temple glows brightly. It is warm and inviting, and I feel no trepidation when I step inside. There are twenty witches in the temple, including the old woman that did the purity test on me, standing around the altar, chanting some ancient spell in an ancient tongue. A spell at least as old as the catacombs. On our way here, I tried to talk to Elowen. I could still sense her, she didn’t die, but just like I couldn’t talk to Bowden anymor
Kaiya I open my eyes, but it’s as if I’m trying to see through a deep mist. I can’t make anything out around me. My arms and legs are trapped against my body. Someone tied me up. I let out a high-pitched scream and try to struggle out of my bindings, grunting and crying as panic wells up in my chest. “Sh-sh-sh,” Bowden’s voice flushes over me. “Stop fighting. I’ve got you.” At the sound of his voice, I relax and allow him to lift me up off the hard surface I’m lying on. He unwraps whatever it is that kept me trapped like a swaddled baby, and the more he works to undo me, the more of the world comes into view. What happened? I remember falling asleep in Bowden’s arms, and then nothing. Not even dreams. Did I make it? Were we wrong? My heart sinks when I sit up and take in my surroundings. We’re in the catacombs. The thing that bound me now lies at my feet, and looks like some kind of funeral shroud. The full moon is casting it’s glow in through the opening. Two weeks went by, but t
Bowden When we return to the castle, we find two more dead werewolves. Mindy, the one who always did Kaiya’s hair, and a male that worked in the kitchens. “Fuck!” I growl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Bowden,” Griffin says gently. “I’ll take care of this. Go upstairs and get started on your whiskey.” “No. I’m taking care of these fuckers once and for all.” “What are you going to do?” I give Jaeger a cold stare. “We have a dungeon full of witches.” “No,” my Gamma says. “No, you can’t tie them to you. You already battle with your own darkness. Tying that many to you…it will swallow you whole.” When I mated with Kaiya, my darkness faded in the brightness of her light, but it’s back now with a vengeance. I want to kill something, preferably hunters. “Leave me alone,” I say and stomp through the castle to my apartment. I get the ritual box from the safe, locking the office behind me again, and go to the dungeons. Griffin waits for me at the bottom of the stairs. “Are you going to try to sto
Bowden The Lycans formed an honour guard on either side of the path that leads to the catacombs. They’re dressed in their mourning clothes, the same as everyone else, hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed. A few of them are openly crying, including Neil. He never did take a real liking to Kaiya, but he loved her. When you live as long as we have, you start to learn that the two aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive. It's the only time I feel comfortable showing them all my emotions, open and raw, bleeding for all to see. They've all been here more than once, and they all know the enormity of it. The exquisite and unending pain. Jaeger and Griffin walks ahead of me to show me the place they had prepared for her. It’s a little deeper into the catacombs, but not so far that the warm sun streaming in from outside won’t catch her. Oswald came to light all the torches that had gone out while the mates were roaming around outside, and they flicker in the breeze, casting their soft,
Bowden “That’s it.” I slam the last of the hunters’ diaries shut. Out of sheer desperation, we turned to them but found nothing important. “There’s nothing. No answers.” We have spent the last two and a half days frantically reading, searching for answers to the mate problem, while also trying to figure out how to break the death curse. I went into the dungeons and questioned the witches I brought back from Junction City to hear if any of them could break the death curse, or at least knew who cast it, but they were as clueless as Samantha was. I stare at Kaiya, who is sitting next to Oswald on the couch, reading a book about nymphs. We know a lot more about them now, but very little about wild children. No one bothered to write about them because they’re so rare. A knot pushes up in my throat as I realise that we’re not going to be able to save her. Up until a few minutes ago, I kept expecting a miracle, kept thinking we’d find something somewhere, but I was arrogant...and so, so