In the end, Tatiana and Adriana’s birthday celebrations forced Franco to leave his suite. Instantly, he noticed the change in the atmosphere of the palace in general. Tatiana insisted on celebrating her birthday as if nothing had changed. To Franco’s disappointment, Tatiana forbade anyone from speaking of his beloved Adriana. Even though they shared a birthday. The Royal Guards were still on high alert, believing Adriana would return and seek revenge or finish off her murder spree. None even thought to look beyond the obvious, and he saw that when this finally ended, he’d need to make sweeping changes to the surrounding people. He always hated fools and sycophants: these were Lolita’s acquisitions of bootlickers and toadies. They were people Tatiana appeared to favour as well. He couldn’t clean the house immediately or something could be lost in the resulting chaos. Franco wouldn’t stand for that. His staff hid th
Sabre lived off the generosity of his patrons. None knew they funded the leader of the Blood Traitor Network. Princess Tatiana didn’t recognize Sabre outside of the Blood Traitor Network safe house. As Frederick Ap Dunkirk, artist, and painter, he ranked too low for her to take notice. Even when his patron hauled him to court to celebrate Tatiana’s birthday. Now he sat there most of the night watching Tatiana make an utter fool of herself. He could see that she had to be cut loose, but she knew too much about that safe house and others within it. Frederick must start abandoning that lucrative location. Once he had all his plans figured out, Frederick amused himself with memories of his breaking in Tatiana like the most common harlot going. He’d enjoyed stretching her open more, so she gape after he finished with her. Nothing more satisfying than watching her degraded and debased as he stood there satisfied with his handy work.
Her father wouldn’t lay off the subject of Adriana. It ruined her mood for her entire birthday party. She’d wanted to stab him right then and there. Before everyone, but Tatiana didn’t dare to take over like that. How would she take over? Tatiana did like the idea of people fearing her violent response to her attacking her father, but she wasn’t crazy enough yet to miss how unpopular she was to the courtiers and common rabble. She knew she’d have to kill and replace people because of the insults several gave her and how they lacked any decent usefulness about them for Tatiana. It was high time Edger gets the boot, or better yet. Edger gets fitted for a coffin. Tatiana avoided all the summons Sabre sent her. She couldn’t go back there to see her. Every time she thought of Sabre watching that strange man fuck her, Tatiana feared it would happen again. She couldn’t do that again. It had been weeks now and messages kept appearing. Each
A week later, the Wolversens’ settled Ana and George into their safe haven. Things moved in slowly after that and as Ana unpacked and found homes for things, she came across Xavier’s bed. Instantly, Ana felt horrid. Not once did she ask where her dog went. George had told her he’d slipped from the palace with Xavier in tow with no trouble, but that had been the last she’d heard. Today, however, Ana hesitated to find a home for it. She feared what might have happened to the furry weirdo. She didn’t want to demand Xavier’s safe return, but now that she saw his bed, Ana wanted to know what happened to him. Ana found George in his assigned room. He wasn’t pleased with being separated from Ana, even if it was only by a wall. But they couldn’t allow anyone to know what went on between them. It had become a bone of contention between them. He wanted them to make a go of it as life partners until they died one way or anot
Xavier finally made his way back to Ana, and she’d not left him alone for a moment. George felt a little jealous of the little dog. He slept in Ana’s bed each night. Took long walks with her. While he helped with the security of the Black River Pack Territory and hunted for blood in the nearby cities. It wasn’t easy to watch over Ana, and he’d hated being away from her. He didn’t have time to listen to too much of anything she said. They couldn’t train to get as much as he’d like, and it wouldn’t be sustainable. He needed to come up with a better idea about the way they were living. Ana, in the meantime trained with the pack, she’d garnered several friends within the pack who accepted her as she presented herself. It felt freeing to her in a better way than taking the ambassadorial position. She didn’t have to prove herself to anyone here, as she’d worried about before this. Xavier on the other hand, appeared to h
George watched Ana, unhappy that she again refused to feed from him. He understood she’d become reliant on him, and she feared their bond. He couldn’t see her hurting like this much longer. George would have to intervene and do something drastic soon. Or Ana might do something desperate and lose control of what she did. He couldn’t allow that to happen, not now or ever. That would seal their already sealed fate. It killed him to know that she’d lost everything along with him. He’d not wanted that in the beginning. Now his feelings waffled from one extreme emotion to another. Even as he craved more of her. George keenly felt the guilt of sentencing Ana to the life of a fugitive because he couldn’t keep his pants on around her. He loved her and yet hated where she came from for the laws they created and enforced. All at the same time, he felt he betrayed his loyalty to the emperor and empire. He felt like his emotions were a rope bei
George stood there outside of the shower. Naked. Nothing hid his perfect body from her. Nothing hid the fact he’d entered, intending to find some action with her. Right now, Ana didn’t understand what she felt. These feelings were they hers, his, or some weird combination. But she craved the feel of his cock thrusting into her as she fed from him. It became so consuming; it scared her a little. She had to trust George to be stronger than her. He needed to control this situation because she didn’t think she could. He entered the shower behind her. Ana didn’t listen to very much to what he said once her fangs sank into his wrist, and he wrapped his body around hers. George had her up against the shower tiles, his throbbing member pressing insistently at the junction of her thighs. His free hand went to her pussy and found her clit. Her moan tore from her lips, muffled by his wrist as he teased her clit.
This should have been easy to take over in the ambassadorial position. It wasn’t. Magnus hated everything and everyone in and around it. How had they found so many boy scouts to work together at the same goal? No one had any aims or goals. No thought to benefit personally from this entire situation. How could he blackmail people to get what he wanted done if they abided by every rule in the book and then some? He hated it here. Now he wondered if he’d aimed too high with this position and became too greedy. No one from the Blood Traitor’s Network answered his messages or contacted him. He hoped that meant they accepted and appreciated his efforts to live by their code and further their agenda. His only problem now came in the form that he now had people keeping track of his whereabouts and his dealings with everyone. This meant he now worked under a lot of strain because he couldn’t exercise his demons by playing with his pretty gi
Please Note: If you hate the idea of it never happened that way or a cliffhanger ending. Please don’t read past Chapter 153. Ragnar, you can’t do this. I know the timeline is altered and I understand it could have devastating consequences. But we can’t go around using magic to change things back the way they should have been. I’m sure things have changed like this before, and you didn’t do anything then.” “It’s out of my hands. The Dragon Council is sitting right now discussing this issue. I’ve got no say in it beyond my report. If they feel everything that’s happened must be changed, then that’s what will happen. It’s a last resort. But Maximus Lioness isn’t the vampire who should have that name. Something went wrong there, and that’s just one problem with the timeline, as you call it, is wrong. Adriana and George shouldn’t be in the positions they are in. All the things that happened to Adriana weren’t supposed to happen. Her mother shouldn’t be h
North American Ruling Council - Two Weeks Later Ana walked the halls again of the NARC Headquarters, doing her thing. The meetings did not differ from they’d been before. Her plans were falling into place. Her father was pleased and Caun finally could do his original job before easing into his position as a titled royal. The talk around the building didn’t stop with creatures awake at all hours of the day and night. From wild affairs to several battle royale, Ana was busy catching and keeping up with it all. She’d already been requested to assist with preventing a war from breaking out between the Nanaue, a Hawaiian shifter race of sharks, and the Merfolk, mermaids, and mermen. Fun times for all, as there are more than enough sharp teeth and injured pride to go around. This wouldn’t be a simple mediation, and Ana craved the challenge. The Dragon Ambassador did something. Ana suspected magic, because when she retur
Four Days Later - Meeting About the Future Ana woke that evening to find Caun wasn’t beside her, which was odd. When she found him, which took some effort, he was in Tatiana’s night garden exploring it with several of their guards. She had to ask several people to track him down. “Caun, what’s the matter? Why are you here?” “Oh, good evening, love. I was speaking to your father and the attacks on Tatiana came up in our conversation. You were still asleep, and I didn’t want to interrupt you. While we were talking, your father said that no one could tell me how her attackers from the first incident entered here. Since we have several excellent investigators as our guards, I thought we’d take a look around to see if we could find something that could explain how, if not, who did this.”“Oh, good grief I can understand my father not asking me how she pulled this foolishness off, but Caun I’m surprised you didn’t ask me.” That had Caun
Caun stood in line with the last of the guests filing through past him. He’d lost count of the hundreds of hands he shook. There were guards everywhere, and it made him uncomfortable, be he as George, who he still identified as, belonged with them. He kept his eye on his mate and marvelled at how she pretended not to be bored and uncomfortable with the many comments on her unique dress. The side-eye glances and the judgemental glares. It would be a difficult and busy evening. Caun hoped things would get better from here on out. That they’d be busy enough that she wouldn’t be able to brood or her the courtier’s opinion on anything.“So far, so well, this evening. Let’s see how far we can go with no scenes with any of the superficial fools who think they are powerful people.” He whispered this into Ana’s ear. It was a joke, because no matter what he said to Ana, she wouldn’t believe him. She now was a secretly powerful person. “We’ll see the night is sadly still young
Evening of the Celebration of the Life Partner Pairing Adriana thought it was crazy to see the clothing laid out for Caun and her. She’d never seen Caun every in such regalia and her own unique sense of fashion so intricately woven into the more traditional garb of a formal event. Instead of a full-length gown with sashes, ruffles, and silk flowers enveloping it. Ana wore a full dress with a closed slit up the front of the gown. Beneath it, she wore a pair of trousers and boots. Her bodice was a beauty with false draping that allowed her to wear a short, cropped jacket that Matched Caun’s jacket only it was far shorter. It was feminine, but allowed her to show her rank as the Vampiric Ambassador and a soldier within her father’s military. Which pleased her greatly because it meant her skills weren’t a dirty secret or an embarrassment to her father. Ana’s lady’s maid didn’t have a comment or criticism about anything she assisted Ana
Ana could see the sigh of relief at her words in the way her father relaxed and Eva, too. As if even this setting didn’t quite keep her father’s anxiety at bay and Eva somehow shared in it. Could she really be supporting this?Ana couldn’t see how this would be in her best interest to let this happen. If she even pretended to go along with it and encourage it, then Ana could, too. “I am relieved to hear you say this. Eva has been pressuring me to get this done before we celebrate anything because she doesn’t want there to be any miscommunication between us. I admit I agree with her. There’s been too many things keeping me from being fully in your life and now with most of that gone, I hope you will accept my attempts at rectifying that.” Her father stood up at saying this. “Come here. There’s one thing I’ve missed since you could talk.” Ana frowned because she wasn’t sure what he was speaking about and took a step back.
Ana couldn’t help it. When they entered the private well-lit moon garden of the Vampiric Emperor, she had to marvel at the artistry of it’s many curated garden paths. It was like a maze laid out before her and put Tatiana’s garden to shame. Here her father could find a little quiet solitude away from the prying eyes of his courtiers and guards alike and he guarded that privacy as if it were more precious than gold itself. She held onto Caun’s arm as they entered the space and stepped down toward the pathway Edger used to lead them to her father. The gravel that made up the surface of the path crunched softly under their feet as they followed. The sounds of night birds in the trees floated down to them as a few random lightning bugs flitted between the trees, and the space looked like someone had infused it with a sweet healing magic that was full of warmth and gentleness.“I have to say I like your father’s choice of private spaces. Between this and
Edger did return after they’d relaxed a little and changed. Ana still couldn’t help it. When she discovered the clothing, her father had commissioned for her, she’d stopped dead in her tracks in disbelief. Her new lady’s maid gave her a note written in her father’s handwriting which spoke volumes that he’d not dictated it to someone. He’d taken the time to write to her. Ana knew that wasn’t a normal relationship between child and parent, but they weren’t exactly normal people. [Adriana love, this note is to ensure you understand that situations of safety and security forced my hand to do and say things I never wanted to say to my daughter. You aren’t hidden or an embarrassment to me. I am relieved to have proven you are my daughter. Your mother tied my hands when it came to raising you, but I kept eyes on you at all times. Your life partner and you will find I’ve arranged for clothing for you in the tastes you are comfortable in, with a touch of nob
Ana entered the suite first, followed by Caun and finally Edger. A smartly dressed couple stood there waiting for them. They weren’t in the royal livery, though they clearly wore a livery. It wasn’t unusual in the days before Adriana’s birth for other leaders to have their servants in their own livery. There were a few these days, but many were no longer used since the houses no longer existed. “The Emperor took it upon himself to outfit your servants in your personal livery. This is Jacque and Rachel. They will ace as your personal maid and valet.”Ana nodded at them in recognition. These were people her father hired for them, and that was fine. They knew enough not to say anything suspicious in front of them. The pair curtseyed and Ana dismissed them. “We’ll speak later. I’m sure you have plenty to keep you busy. Are my weapons going to be a problem for her Edger?”“No, Princess, she has received training to look after, maintain, and store your weapons appropriately should the need