*Pryce Winsley’s POV*
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“Please forgive me, Your Highness, if I wasn’t able to protect Alison like how I promised your past life. She fell into the hands of the traitors and locked her almost all her life while you were still not around. I was the most useless guardian. And until now, I don’t have a face to show to the queen. But I was all glad to know you freed her, Princess Blair. So, thank you.” Ford Herrera confessed, full of remorse in his voice, and I now know that he does know a lot about the previous king’s life. He was Alison’s guardian and was known formerly as Sebastian Cortez.
“Is that why you went rogue?” I asked him, making him nod his head in response.
“Yes. I cut all my connections to the werewolves’
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “What are we supposed to come here for again, ladies?” I asked the women who had dragged my mate and me to stroll within the academy as the sun had finally set two hours ago. Leanne stopped in her tracks to look back at us as we walked behind them, three humans. We just stepped into the senior’s building, looking around the familiar hallway with lockers on the left side. “To see what the changes were implemented here for the last three decades of your absence, and… find something not normal.” She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spo
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---“Is that all you got, jerk? Hah! You punch like a lady.” I sneered and spat blood out my mouth, and I looked at the half-naked man, who punched me right in my face thrice now using his hard ice fist. This warlock is not going to be alive once I can escape from being tied down to this fudging chair.“Hmm, for a helpless, vulnerable creature, you sure are still full of yourself, Your Lowness. Don’t worry. I’m just warming you up.” He replied, wearing an ugly familiar grin on his ugly face, and I licked the side of my lip, making me wince. I hate this. I hate pain. I hate getting cuts. And I hate this human form of mine now. I couldn't do anything to save myself. I have been sitting here in this cage for&he
*Pryce Winsley’s POV*---I clenched my jaws, anger rushing in my whole being as I looked at the man I suspected was responsible for why Blair suddenly couldn’t use any of her witch abilities. And he scared our friends back inside the seniors’ building of my academy. And this warlock kind of looked familiar… an old enemy. Well, whoever they are, they won’t get away with what they are planning on us.“Hello, Your Highness! It’s a pleasure to finally get face to face with the legendary Rightful Ruler of the werewolves. You truly are so big as a beast. But not that strong. Now... Are you wondering why I looked like your greatest nightmare?” He greeted me with a grin on his face and mocked me, and I growled at him, “You might look like Damien or related to him, but I’m not
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---“Stop it. Please, stop.” I begged with my hoarse voice that could barely be heard, and the feeling of being broken is an understatement with what I feel right now.I felt too much sorrow, anger, pain, but the worst feeling was being useless. I can’t save her. I can’t do anything to make her safe, to keep her away from pain and suffering. I can’t help but just watch her hurting and listen to her cries of agony. Even if she calls for my name, I can’t do anything to be with her.I lifted my head to look at her, before me, chained, bleeding, and barely breathing while her head was down. My gaze turned to the man wearing a familiar ugly smirk on his face as he tossed and caught the silver dagger on
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- A bright light made by a witch shone on me, making me growl and squint my eyes. Magenta had taken me somewhere using her Mirak’s Crystal, and all I could hear were people cheering and howling of wolves, werewolves to be exact. We seemed to be in the middle of nowhere while there were trees all around us, and the moon shines to its brightest above us. Is this some kind of a stage or something I stood on? Where the heck are we? So, these are their followers, eh? I hissed when something suddenly burned both my wrists, ankles, and my neck, and the painful feeling was quite familiar. It’s silver chains again. Nothing new? Though it hurts, I don’t want to shift
*Pryce Winsley's POV*---“Ouch!” I yelped when I touched something hot when I tried to unchain Blair from the stupid chair, and I noticed its silver chain, but hot.“Sorry, Babe. I was trying to melt it.” Blair uttered, and I scoffed, “You could have just teleported out of that seat if you already got your powers back, you know?”“Magenta! How did… Get them back in chains, Asteria! The moon is about to get to its place!” Hera ordered, and I suddenly heard a faint whooshing sound and only to see that the redheaded witch was sending a charmed Octavia’s Crystal flying on Blair’s way.Oh, no, she’s going to bury it in her flesh. And I know it will put her back into powe
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---This. This feeling again? How many times do I have to feel this kind of ugly sensation within a day? Within this lifetime of mine? Why? I don’t even know if this is real or is this the same as that bullsh*t illusion I experienced earlier. Yet this is more hurting because I feel like this is really happening in the real world.I know I had seen this moment before, my mate being stabbed right in her chest from behind, and I did nothing to prevent it from happening. I am always useless, and I call myself her protector? The goddess was mistaken in choosing me to be Pryce’s mate. I always fail to defend her, save her, and ensure that she's safe when I am around her. I truly
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- “Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?” I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly. I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound. “What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!” She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Everything started with me living a normal, quite luxurious human life. I was fine doing things I used to do, co-manage the academy I inherited from my mother, calling and chatting with my best friend who's a few thousand miles away from me, and meeting with my dad regularly for dinner. And my life unexpectedly turned upside down when I met a lovely but rude girl at my bookstore who had spilled my iced coffee on my chest. She is so damn mean on so many levels. Honestly, she is beautiful, but she's an insolent human being. It's a great turn-off, indeed. Well, that was my first impression of meeting Blair. I did wonder why on that very day I met her, I never thought of anything normal. She has always stayed in my mind, and I dreamed of her every dam
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Who placed the cat inside the oven?!!!” I heard my mate’s angry voice blaring from the house, particularly in the kitchen, and I wondered what hullabaloo had happened in there this time. The cat? In the oven? That's crazy! I pulled the fishing line and the bait out of the water and kept the line to the reel of my fishing rod. I looked at the bucket beside me with only one fish swimming in it, which Pryce had fished here in our lake after almost half an hour of us doing this tedious stuff out here. She went to check on the kids, and I suppose there is some fuss going on that needs our special attention… as parents. “Bradley? Preston? Get in her
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*Pryce Winsley’s POV*---“Oh, bloody hell! Why are you both seeming like you’ve been from a war?”“What happened to you?”“Are you okay?”Our human friends greeted us as they all stood up from the couch while worry and panic were written clearly on their faces.Did they have a sleepover here and are waiting for us? But I feel so happy to know they are okay.“Well, we have actually been from a war… With monsters, ladies. Mhmm. Lots of monsters.” Blair answered them, wearing her usual big smile, and they all looked at us from head to toe and front to back. Then Andrea looked closely
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---“What’s the matter, Blair?” Pryce asked me, and I just showed her a sheepish smile.“Ugh, don’t bother telling me. I know you don't know how to do such a spell. Thankfully, we have you witch queen mother here to help us.” She sighed in a bit of frustration, and we both teleported to where my mom was to ask for help.We saw how the Queen of the Nwitches and the Vampire King fought the dominating hybrid challenger, and we took my mother’s attention to share our plan with her.She came closer to us, asking if we were okay. Then I let her read my mind to tell her what we wanted her to do secretly, and she nodded her head.
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Did you kill them all that quick, Mom?” I asked my mother in shock as I saw that not a single creature around us was on their feet. The Queen of the Northern Witches turned to me, making me flinch when I saw her eyes were black. And she seemed to be murmuring something. Hold on… what in the heck happened to her? Is she okay? Or did she do some epic magic that caused the enemies to fall to the ground in an instant? Her eyes slowly came back to their blue color, and I presume she’s in herself now. “Claude, dear, are you okay? I saw what happened to you here from Pryce’s mind. She went to us just a while ago, and we were so worried. Are you
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “No! You cannot do this to me! You are going to pay---” Hera screamed in anger when her energy ball attack bounced back onto her, making her kneel when she was hit on her belly, but I cut her off, saying, “Hold up, Old Lady. Who’s the bad guy here? I don’t remember being kidnapped, tortured, and threatened with death was a bad deed. I mean… We were your victims. You should be the one paying the price you cost us.” I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood three meters close to where she was, imprisoned by the circle of salt, and she tried to send another attack by making a rock fly to my face, but it just shattered the moment it touched the boundary. “You killed my family! You took everything from me!” She belted and made some roots of the pla
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"What now, Princess? It's so sad to witness you being unable to do anything to save yourself. Don't worry. Damien will spare your life for last." The ugly witch taunted me, and I just laughed maniacally at her.Who the fudge is she kidding?"Oh, wow! Thank you. That's so sweet of you to worry about me. Truly! Now, should I begin to kneel, beg, and worship the king? Oh, I forgot, I cannot kneel. Why? Because my knees were under the ground already. Very funny! I'm on my knees! It's so funny. My veins could pop by laughing my ass off. Haha! Pathetic." I replied with the highest sarcasm I could offer her, and I saw how her left eye twitched in annoyance because, of course, she was not impressed.The
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- “Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?” I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly. I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound. “What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!” She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor