Roman POVDragana was back. I did not know how I felt about this – part of me was excited thinking about that fateful morning and our kiss, her soft lips, her warm breath on mine. Part of me was confused, in fact very confused. I was a mess. The array of emotions was suffocating me: happiness, embarrassment, fear, desire, guilt. I did not know what to think or what to do. I knew she was at my father’s house with Lady Asma and Art at her side – they teleported from the palace she was staying at and arrived this morning. It was late afternoon, and I still could not convince myself to go see her. I was coming up with one excuse after another, not sure what to do. Several times I opened the door of my office fully determined to go, only for my legs to give out, and stop me dead in my tracks. What do I even say to her??? “How about I am glad you are alive?? It is good you are back?? You know, a basic courtesy??” Caleb spat, irritated. “You know, we could ask her Roman. We could ask her abo
Dragana POVI was numb. Everything that happened on the beach and during the battle shook me to my core. Why did I react that way to that voice?? What power did that strange woman possess??? I was devastated about Cybela. I did not know what happened, and could not stop shaking from fear and anxiety. I suspected the worst. The pain of potentially losing her was crippling me. I tried to reach out to her and connect, but all my efforts were in vain. I sobbed and felt like I failed her, like I failed everyone. I wanted to fight, I wanted to save her, and tried to reason as to why Jasmine pushed me through the Silver Gate. I tried to understand her motives, but all I felt was pain. Art carried me to the lake house as if I was a child, holding me close to him. He was injured, however, his wounds were not horrible, and the pack doctors had already patched him up and he was healing after we got to the lake house. I offered to heal him, but he knew my energy was limited at best. “You need to
Dragana POVAlpha King Jonathan and Roman exchanged a knowing, understanding glance, which told me there was more to the story of Blessed Blade. “Well... umm... errr.... we happen to have two here, in the pack in fact.. I mean...”, Alpha King Jonathan replied, looking uncomfortable with the whole discussion. “The swords that used to belong to our ancestors, the swords my father cherished and used in the battles in the past... . It is said they were blessed by the Goddess herself, when she granted us the power to become Kings. Or so the legend goes”, he clarified. “There is, however, a catch to it”, he shifted on his feet anxiously, not looking me in the eye. “Only the Spieta line can wield them”, he deadpanned. “So Roman can wield them? Right?”, it was Lady Asma who spoke now. “It is true. I can. However, the Yamuna River is at least 5 days' journey and with Lady Jasmine’s condition....I am not sure we will make it in time. Also, the full moon is in three days”, he said, worry etched
Roman POVI was mesmerized by Dragana. Her coming back snapped me into a trance, a state I did not want to wake up from, but did not know how to deal with. Seeing her selflessness and love for Jasmine, her devotion and determination to save her, reminded me just how much I took her for granted all these years. Her only desire was to be free. I could have given her more freedom, could have granted her wish, given her more capacity to be happy, done more for her. I should have treated her better, I should have respected her, cherished her….. I should have loved her. “Loved her??”, Caleb snickered. “You??? You think you are capable of love boy???”, he continued taunting me. I did not respond; I did not plan on getting engaged. My whole soul was leaping to her, looking at her, an invisible force pulling me. When she shifted into her Lycan, I nearly howled in admiration. Her Lycan was incredible, silver fur sparkling as if covered in diamond dust, her muscular, toned body, graceful, yet po
Dragana POVComing out of the lake, my whole body was burning. I could feel the obvious tension between Art, Roman and me, I could sense the pull to both. I had this urge to simply go to them and hide my face in their chest, held by their arms.. What are those thoughts??? I quickly shook them, ignoring Aisha and Vasilla’s opinions on it, dressed and tried to focus on the present. We needed to get the Blessed Blade, we needed to heal Jasmine. We needed to figure out who the Red Woman was, and most importantly, I needed to know if Cybela was alive. So many thoughts were going though my head, and I was buzzing with the electricity and power I never felt before. “Child… that was something else… You .. You were incredible!”, said Alpha King Jonathan, in his fatherly voice pulling me into a tight hug. “Dragana, I know I asked you before, but I am asking you again… please forgive me… Only now, do I realize what I have held you back from, the potential and power you had… You being here… not a
Dragana POVMy world went blank. I had no words to describe how I was feeling hearing this. I stared at my aunt, Lady Asma, for a second, seeing her, but after her last statement, nothing registered in my mind. I did not know what to think or what to say. Alpha King Jonathan came over and hugged me, but that, too, barely registered with me. I just stood there, everything lost to me, everything becoming an oblivion. I hoped I was having a bad dream, a nightmare, somebody would soon wake me up. Art’s strong arms came from behind me, wrapping my waist and pulling me to him. I could feel his heartbeat, but I just stood there, unable to process what was said. Lady Asma’s face was contorted, out of pain and out of tears, her beautiful features, her soul breaking. “There is more you are not telling me”, I heard myself say, without knowing that I was speaking. She simply nodded in agreement.“He was bewitched, or so we believe. To this day, we still do not understand what exactly happened, bu
Dragana POVRoman’s anger and power were pulsating through the room, vibrating the very air we were breathing. Art jolted out of bed, he was only in his boxers, which seemed to piss off Roman even more. He charged him with full power. I knew Art was powerful as well, but Roman was an Alpha King after all. And I most definitely did not want any of the testosterone-fueled egos and possessive bullshit happening. I was tired, stressed, worried and beyond confused about everything that was happening. My very soul ached finding that my father killed my mother, finding that my own grandfather wanted to kidnap me, Jasmine being comatose, Cybela injured.. The list went on. The very last thing I needed was two of them to get into it.“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING????!!!! STOP IT.. RIGHT NOW!!!!”, I screamed and echoed with power that rivaled and exceeded Roman's. My aura pushed forth and stunned him on the spot. I was even surprised by its sheer power. Maybe there was something about me bein
Alice POV My father’s frail body lay on the bed, which right now seemed oversized for his thinning frame. I recall many times when I was a child, that very same, large poster bed, framed in mahogany, with crisp white sheets, felt oversized to me. Many nights, when I was a young girl, before I got my wolf, thunderstorms or strange dreams would scare me and I would run into my parent’s bedroom, quickly snuggled in between them. My father’s strong arms were always there to protect both my mother and I, his soft cardamom scent enveloping us both in a loving embrace. Images of this flashed before me, but I pushed them into the deep corners of my mind. Those days were long gone. How did I get here? I did not know. Perhaps a part of me died when my mother did. Perhaps another part died when half of our pack, women and children, elderly and even young warriors were obliterated by the Alpha King, Roman, my future husband and his forces in their quest for power and wealth. I do not know. I cou