What if Sleeping Beauty woke up in the claws of the Beast? Taken from her family and her realm at just a few days old, Alora has spent her whole life hearing about the evil Lycan King who will hunt for her when she turns eighteen. The sisters who care for her decide to put her to sleep, in hopes of fooling the Lycan King into thinking she is dead. But when Alora wakes years later, she finds herself in the claws of the monster she has been hiding from. All but one of the sisters are gone and she acts as if she no longer cares for Alora. She is a Fae Princess, in a strange realm full of monsters. Each one is more fierce than the last, but the worst ones hide behind false kindness. With no allies, Alora has to look within to find the answers that have been hidden from her.
View MoreAlora POVI am back in the flowery field where I met Morgan, only this time I am alone. The grass is taller than it was, and the trees have changed shape. It is like many years have passed since the last time I was here. Wading through the tall grass, I let my fingers graze over the tips of the blades. It is a strange feeling. I know it is one I haven’t felt before, but it doesn’t feel foreign. There is a small river just ahead of me. I sit down, dip my feet into the water, and am surprised at how warm it is. Little minnows come nibble at my toes, and I giggle out loud. I know this is a dream, but it all feels so real. “This is the life I wanted for you,” a soft voice makes me jump. Spinning around, I see myself. No. That can’t be right. “Are you my mother?” It is the same question I asked Ivy. Only this time, I am more sure of the answer. She smiles sadly and sits beside me. “I wish I had been a better mother to you.” “What happened?” I blurt out. “Because
Leonidas POVEverything is ready. The castle is buzzing with excitement. I didn’t think Alora touched the hearts of many people in her short time here, but even the Omegas have stepped up to fight. The consensus is clear. Alora belongs in the Lycan Realm, even if she is a Fae. The moon is full tonight in both realms. I was eager to leave last night, but Lobo talked some sense into me. We will be stronger if the moon is on our side. Hopefully, the Moon Goddess will look down on our plight and take mercy on us. Traveling into the Fae Realm without permission is dangerous. Sending Elric ahead to find Alora and get her to safety was the most important part of the plan. I do not think I could live with myself if she ended up in harm's way. She may have magic, but I don’t believe she knows how to use it yet. It was foolish of me to keep her away from Elric. He could have taught her things that I could not. It was selfish. I was too afraid of losing her to one of her kind, bu
Anila POVTwenty-one years agoI keep my eyes focused on the ceiling as King Estes thrusts in and out of me. I have been fucked thousands of times over the centuries, but none of my lovers have been this boring. His methodical movements are enough to put me to sleep. I stifle a yawn and recite spells to keep myself from drifting off. Finally, he grunts loudly and stills within me. I put a fake smile on my face when he looks down at me."You are one of my more enjoyable lovers," he smiles."The feeling is mutual," I lie through my teeth.Clumsily, he climbs off me, and I groan uncomfortably. I thought Fae Creatures were supposed to be graceful. King Estes is anything but. I am confused about how he managed to convince this entire realm to follow him blindly. He is not fit to rule this realm, much less both, but that is his goal."Have you decided on a disguise?" He asks.I snort with laughter. "This is my disguise."He scowls at me but continues, "I will take the child from Fauna toni
Vesper POVI'm not supposed to be here. It has been my only rule growing up, but things aren't adding up. If Alora was truly stolen from the Fae castle, why isn't Father more excited to see her? This is the only place I could think of to come for those answers. I am not sure my mother knows the whole truth. Knocking on the weathered door in front of me, I wait for her to respond. Someone is shuffling inside, and the door cracks open. A pair of icy blue eyes peer out before the door opens the rest of the way.I've never seen my mother's sister before. I have heard rumors of her beauty, but I never thought much about them. All Fae creatures are beautiful. It is part of our allure, but looking at Fauna is blinding. Even in this moldy, damp room, wearing rags, she is stunning. Not even my mother can match her beauty. There is only one that could rival her, and that is Alora.I sigh heavily as the truth hits me. It is because they are the rightful rulers of this realm. That is why my f
Alora POVThe familiar scene of the cabin is laid out in front of me. The three sisters are gathered around the cauldron in the fireplace. Kaia and Elaine are huddled together, trying to put as much distance between them and Anila as possible. They have just had an argument. Kaia and Elaine always separated themselves from Anila when she lost her temper. My eyes are drawn to Anila. She doesn’t look like the Anila I remember. She is lovely and youthful. Her blonde hair hangs loosely down her back in wide curls. I only recognize her by her milky white eyes, which are narrowed on Elaine. "Tell us the truth, Anila," Elaine shouts. "We joined you in good faith. Now you are asking us to do the unthinkable."Kaia is holding a child close to her chest. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. "I won't do it. I don’t care what you have seen.""You have pledged your lives to me," Anita snaps. "You would be nothing without me. You will do as I command.""I am not killing a child!" Kai
Alora POVThe night seems to drag on forever. I have backed myself against a wall so no one can approach me from behind. So many men and some women have dragged their fingers along my skin, hoping to be my mate. Thankfully, none of them are. I wonder how they will feel when they find out that their lost Princess is mated to a lycan. My shoulders are sagging by the time the Fae begin to filter out of the party. The morning sun is beginning to peak through the windows, and I am utterly exhausted. I search for someone to tell me where I am supposed to stay, but Ivy has reluctantly disappeared with the King. She glanced over her shoulder as he led her away. I could see the remorse in her eyes from across the room. The room is empty, and it would appear everyone has forgotten I am here. I slide down the wall and draw my knees to my chest. I never expected to be treated like an outcast among my own kind. In the Lycan Realm, aside from Leonidas’s enemies, I was treated kindly.
Leonidas POVThe little blonde fae is strung up by her arms in the dungeons. I don’t usually torture women, but if she doesn’t start talking soon, I might have to make an exception. Bruno twists the lever until her feet dangle from the ground, but she doesn’t look afraid. She is wearing the same stupid smirk she was when I found her in the castle halls. I am quickly losing my patience, and I strike her across the cheek. Blood flows down her flawless skin, and I instantly regret my actions. I should have at least called down a woman to the dirty work. I close my eyes and gather myself. I can’t afford to lose my temper. Not when there is so much at stake. “How did you get here?” I demand to know. Her laughter is melodious. It rings like a song in my mind, and I have to resist the urge to release her from her chains. But my lycan flashes Alora’s face in my mind, and I am able to break free from the spell. Bruno isn’t so lucky. The more she laughs, the more he sways on
Alora POVThe dress Ivy gave me fits as if it were made for me, but it doesn’t help me feel comfortable in it. I might as well be in my bra and panties because that is all it covers. Maybe if I had grown up in the Fae Realm, I would have been comfortable with this type of clothing, but I didn’t, and I don’t. Ivy places my hair over my shoulder, smoothing it down. “You should hide this.” “Why would I hide a mark put there by my mate?” I scoff. She presses her lips together in a thin line. “He is not your mate.” “He is,” I defend myself. “It has been centuries since a Fae was mated to a Lycan. It didn’t end well.” “Are you speaking of Morgan?” I ask. Ivy stiffens. “I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. Let’s get back to the party.” “Will my mother be there?” “No,” she hisses. “Stop asking questions.” I huff in frustration as Ivy quickly exits her room. Not wanting to remain alone, I chase after her. The stone pulses in warning against my skin. I am in
Alora POVThe Fae King is marching through the flowering field. His strides are long, and I have to run to keep up with him. The added weight of the wings on my back, coupled with my injured ankle, I am falling behind. The Fae King is annoyed, but he does slow down. “What are you wearing?” He snaps at me. “Your wardrobe is hardly befitting of a Princess.” I roll my shoulders back. “I wear what makes me comfortable.” “Your mother will not approve,” he scoffs. “What about you?” I reply. “Do you not care how I look?” “You are the least of my concerns,” he grumbles. His lack of concern hurts. This man is my father, after all. Does he not care for me at all? He glances over his shoulder and rolls his eyes at me. “It is disrespectful to let your wings drag the ground.” “Oh,” I say, using muscles I didn’t know existed to lift them off the ground. “I don’t know anything about this realm. What should I call you?” “King Estes will do,” he replies, annoyed. I regret making m
Nothing but a frozen wasteland stands between the cabin and the forest. The snow blanketed on the ground is untouched. Not even animals dare to approach the cabin, knowing that a fate worse than death awaits them. It has been that way for eighteen years, but tonight, the air has changed. Something wicked or righteous stirs in the forest. It is too soon to tell which is coming. Smoke billows from the cabin’s chimney and curls into the air, swirling around the cabin and shielding it from view. Three sisters stand on the porch. One young, one old, one hag stare together through the smoke at the trees in the distance. Their hands are joined, and they chant under their breath. “They are less than a day away,” the oldest sister says. She is the plainest of the three. Deep lines are etched on her face with a permanent scowl. She keeps her gray hair in a tight braid that hangs down to her waist and her cloak pulled over her head. Her milky eyes stare toward the trees, and she s...
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