Julius sat in the armchair by the window, looking at the forest against the morning sky. “I understand you, Julius. It costs me as much as it hurts you, but I agree with you. If nothing changes, our son will have no peace. If he has the soul of Airon's son, he may not even feel safe. We cannot forget that they lived happily for a year, and suddenly, hell arrived at the door, and everything ended. Nothing guarantees that Baltazar's pack will be safe forever. And what do we want for Richard? The same thing Baltazar got for Aurelius? Yes, I know Aurelius is happy; he has his mate and son, but what if Aurelius never met Sterling? He has lived his whole life here in hiding; he doesn't know anything out there. And Sterling? Living like a human, from city to city, every ten years, no one would notice that they didn't age. Fifty-eight years on the run, without scent, knowing he would never find his mate. I don’t know how he and his wolf didn’t get mad.” “Thank you for understanding me. I do
The Alfa tweens arrive in the royal pack. As an escort, 20 warriors come with them, and they all stand by the cars when the two young men address the King, Queen, and their beta, who come to welcome them. With a perfect bow, they say: - It is an honor to be received by Your Highness. - one of them says. - It is an honor that Your Highness agreed to welcome us. - the other says. When they both fall silent, Aethelwulf smiles. They wore young people, and the young did not care about clothing, and he was grateful not to be stuffed into a suit and tied around his neck with a tie. Welcome to my house and pack. We are preparing a meal and have two rooms ready for you. I imagine you come in search of your mates. The pack is big, and you won't have the chance to look for it today. - We weren't looking for a mate, sir, but if we find her along the way, we won't be displeased. - No? So what brings you here? Follow me, we'll talk better in my office. By the way, sorry for the lack of polit
Vlad lay in bed, and one more night, he looked at the uncomfortable face of the young man who refused to leave his side. The couch was comfortable, and he didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable for the boy. To his surprise, this bothered him. “Maybe I should try talking to him. If what he told me is true, and if he was a gift from the gods to me, shouldn't I use him to verbalize thoughts?” The boy groans and turns over. “Why the hell is he uncomfortable? Every time he gets up, he looks like an old man with a backache. But the couch is very comfortable. I slept on it as well as in bed. What the hell?" Vlad didn't realize that the boy was getting under his skin. The boy turns around, falls off the couch, and screams like a girl when he hits the floor. Vlad gets scared, but then he can't stand it and starts laughing. He laughs so hard that he cries when the boy sits, crossing his legs and arms and looking angrily at him. - It's very funny. I'm here to be your confidant an
Mila leaves the tent that was once Albert's tent, much more relaxed. Sex made her forget everything, even her missing son. Mila loved her son but in a way very similar to someone who loves the things they own. If someone took her son and later dominated her, she would give up her son faster than the kidnapper has time to speak. Deep down, that son was a means of strengthening his relationship with Typhon. And now that he wasn't yelling in her ears, she felt relieved. The only real reason she constantly asked for news was that one thing disturbed her above all others: People messing with or stealing her property. She would never admit it. At that moment, the only thing she wanted was to tell the men that... that vampire she fucked but didn't know his name was the new commander. Hey, you there? What is your name? She asks into the tent, making the vampire jump naked from the bed where he was trying to rest. Yes, she was satisfied, and he had been approved, but the consequence was
Aethelwolf rises after a sleepless night. The dark circles he had recently were darker and deeper. He takes a shower and gets dressed, and when he shaves in front of the mirror, he admires his reflection. - You age in months. Look at this face. “When a werewolf starts to age, it is because it has already given up its life force. Look at the example of the king of the basement—centuries of life. You won't live to be 100. Deep down, his reflection tells him the same thing as his wolf, so he doesn't even respond to him. He finishes arranging, goes down the stairs, and enters the kitchen. - Where is the queen? – he asks those present. - Good morning, sir. We haven't seen Queen Elena today, sir. – one of the she-wolves says, with an expression of astonishment. Wasn't it the king who supposedly slept with the queen? A little pup runs through the kitchen's back door. When he sees the king, he hides between the legs of his mother, one of the cooks. Aethelwulf recognizes the pup, and h
The king calls his old friend the royal beta. When he enters the office, he bows.- I need you to inform all the packs, through the official channels, that, due to rumors that have spread throughout the kingdom, I am once again announcing my son, Julius King, as crown prince. May the announcement reach all packs in all corners of the world, whether large or small.- Sir, may I inform the species council, too?- Yes, send the statement to them, too, so it stays in the official books.Sir, can I ask you something? I don't want to offend you, but I'm sure I'll be asked a question, and I don't know what to answer.The king guessed what he would ask but pretended not to know.- What is it?- What do I answer when people ask about the prince's mate?You reply that the prince doesn't have a mate, that he is going through a phase typical of his age, and that when the time comes to assume the throne, he will look for his true mate.- Sir, no one will believe that. That powerful Maidlink said…
Mila drags Typhon to the new commander's tent, intending to announce that he will command the attack on the palace. Typhon's head is racing. He needs to quickly complete his plan and get out of there. Hell will freeze over before he leads anything. However, he could not verbalize, and without showing any emotion, he accompanied her.Mila leaves Typhon at the door, enters the commander's tent, and finds him organizing papers.- What are you doing?He stands up and bows to her.- Ma'am, I'm counting the remaining needle cartridges.- Are there any cartridges left?- When the men returned from the attack, they still had cartridges they had not used. Each man gave Commander Albert a statement of the amount he had left.- How many are left?- I still have these sheets to add up, but I have counted 203.- 203? It's not much, but maybe it's enough for the initial attack. If we decimate the first defense, it will be easier to reach Vlad. - Yes, you're right. If we divide what's left, and al
A new day dawns and Mila stretches noisily with a wide smile. Then he looks to the side and makes a face.- Useless. – she says, looking at Typhon sleeping. – You're lucky you're a good fuck.She gets up and stretches once more. She pokes her head outside the tent, sees the beautiful day, and smiles.Her belly growls.- I'm so hungry I could eat a lion. Where are the blood slaves when I need one?Shrugging her shoulders, she looks at the luxurious bathtub she had come with her from Vienna. Her maid's death has left her without help with small tasks, so she looks at the bed and screams.- Typhon, go light the fire that heats my water. I need to take a bubble bath.- Why the hell do you need a bubble bath in the middle of the forest? And why don't you ask one of the men, I'm not your servant. – he says sleepily.- Don't be useless. Do something. – she says, letting bath salts fall to the bottom of the bathtub.Huffing and puffing, he gets up.Five minutes later, with an evil smile, he l