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 sighs. “We do not have time to move her.”
The second sister scoffs loudly. “We couldn’t stay hidden forever. We did our job. We kept her safe until her eighteenth birthday. We should leave her behind.”
“Eliane!” The youngest sister gasps. “Do you feel nothing for the girl? She has been in our care since she was a baby.”
“I am thinking about us,” Eliane screams. Her fiery red hair glows from under her cloak as she gets angry. “What do you think the Lycan King will do when he finds we have been hiding his mate? It is only a matter of time until they break through our wards.”
The older sister scoffs, “Are you suggesting that my magic isn’t what it used to be?”
“That is exactly what I am saying,” Eliane snaps at her. “We should cut our losses and leave. Without the girl.”
The oldest and youngest sisters glance at each other. They know Eliane is right, but they have grown attached to Alora and do not wish to leave her behind. They have fulfilled their duty to the Fae King. Alora is eighteen; they kept her safe, but her father has yet to return for her.
“The Lycan King will come for her,” the youngest sister cries.
“What would you have us do, Kaia,” Eliane screams. “We cannot protect her from him forever. He has his own coven. They will break through our magic and kill us all.”
“I won’t leave her behind,” Kaia shouts. Her green eyes are flashing wildly. She is losing control of her powers in her anger.
“Enough,” the oldest sister screams. “We will not leave her unprotected.”
“What do you suggest, Anila?” Eliane asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
“We will put her to sleep,” Anila says softly so only her sisters can hear.
Kaia gasps in disgust. “You are suggesting we kill her ourselves?”
“Of course not,” Anila snaps. “She will only be sleeping. Her magic will be suppressed, and he will not be drawn to her. He may leave us alone.”
Eliane cocks her head to the side curiously. “Have you seen it?” She asks her sister. “Will this plan of yours work?”
Anila does not dignify Eliane with a response. She spins on her heels and walks back into the cabin. Her sisters follow her closely but do not utter a word about what was spoken outside. Alora can’t know of the plan that is to take place, she must remain in the dark if it is to work.
She is sitting in the corner, quietly knitting. Her Raven hair acts as a curtain shielding her face, only her pointed ears peeking out would let you know that she is not human. When the sisters shuffle into the cabin, she raises her head and smiles in their direction. Her blue eyes glitter with unshed tears. She sets down her knitting and gets to her feet.
“You three have never been good at secrets,” Alora whispers. “Let's not start now.”
“Eavesdropping is not befitting of a Princess,” Kaia chastises her playfully.
“The veil to the Fae Kingdom is still closed,” Alora says with certainty. “The Lycan King will feel my presence now that I am of age. You must leave. He will not treat you kindly for hiding me.”
“I am worried how he will treat you,” Kaia says with tears in her eyes.
“I do not fear my fate,” Alora sighs. “I am the heir to the Fae Kingdom. He will not hurt me. When the veil opens once again, my father will come for me.”
Anila shakes her head as she staggers about the cabin. Blindly, she is picking ingredients off the shelves. She is determined to put the Princess to sleep. Her sisters try to stop her, but Anila is determined.
She meddles over the open fire, mixing ingredients into the cauldron and mumbling under her breath. A very foul-smelling stench fills the cabin, and Alora wrinkles her nose. “Do I have to drink that?”
“No,” Anila replies quickly.
She dips her fingers into the foul liquid and draws symbols on the floor around Alora. The other sisters watch quietly until she is finished.
Anila reaches for her sisters hands, and they both hesitate. “We are not a full coven,” Eliane whispers.
“Three will work,” Anila hisses at her.
They grasp each other's hands, with Alora standing quietly in the middle. Anila lifts her face to the sky and begins the chant, and the sisters join in.
In the depths of shadows and silence wide,
We weave a dream for secrets to hide.
Witches water, fire, earth, and sea
Bring forth a sleep she cannot flee.
By the light of the Moon and the breath of living,
Let her powers be bound and unforgiving.
Only until in safe arms her fate,
In this slumber she will wait.
Bound by night and starlit skies,
Rest, dear soul, till dawn shall rise.
Through years to come, let dreams be found,
In this deep sleep, your soul is bound.
The song fills the air as the sisters repeat the incantation, and Alora’s eyes grow heavy. Swaying on her feet, Alora drops lifelessly to the ground. Kaia stops singing and falls to her knees. Tears drip from her eyes onto Alora’s face as she tries to lift her from the ground.
“We will see her again,” Anila says quietly.
“Lies have never become you, Sister,” Eliane replies gruffly.
“They are here,” Anila whispers. “The wards are breaking down.”
Grabbing her chest, Anila leans against the cabin wall. While her wards break down outside, the magic is draining from her body.
A bang rattles the cabin. Eliane darts to the window and peers outside. She shakes her head and pulls on her cloak. Covering her fiery red hair, she walks to the front door. As soon as she flings it open, she is pierced through the heart by an arrow. She falls to her knees, clutching the arrow in her chest. She rips it from her flesh and tosses it to the ground beside her. A shrill laugh leaves her mouth as she falls forward.
Her lifeless body is kicked to the side, and a massive man steps over her body. His eyes scan the room, looking for Alora, but he sees the other two sisters first.
“Which one of you is the oracle?” He demands to know.
Kaia attempts to step forward in an act to save her sister, but Anila pulls her back. “I am the oracle,” Anila says.
Without taking his eyes off Anila, the man throws a knife, and it sticks into Kaia’s chest. She whimpers loudly as she falls to the ground.
“You are lucky you are blind,” the man chuckles.
He saunters across the room to Alora and looks down at her curiously. “What did you do to her?”
“She is dead,” Anila lies.
“We will see about that,” he growls. “It is impossible to kill a Fae.”
Gathering Alora in his arms, he cradles her closely to his chest as if she is a precious gem. He storms out of the cabin, leaving Anila alone with the bodies of her sisters.
“Bring the oracle,” the man shouts to one of his men. “She may be useful.”
Alora POVA stunning fae man steps through the veil with a bundle in his arms. He is tall and handsome with icy blue eyes. Pointed ears stick out from his jet-black hair, and there is a sour look on his face. A small group of cloaked women are waiting for him. Their hoods are pulled down over their faces so only their odd, glowing eyes peer out from beneath. “You summoned me,” he speaks to the women as if they are beneath him. “I have foreseen the fall of your realm,” one of the women speaks. She lowers her hood, and milky white eyes glare through the night. The fae doesn’t believe her, but she had foreseen that as well.“What do you need with my child?” He asks, holding the bundle close to his chest. “The Lycan King will break through the veil to claim her,” the woman continues. The fae scoffs. “He doesn’t possess the magic to do that.” “He doesn’t possess it yet,” the second woman steps forward. “He is searching among the covens for a witch to do his bidding.” “And whe
Alora POVI wait for Evanora to leave the room before I attempt to get out of bed. Much to my surprise, I do feel better. Her words ring in my ears about it not benefiting them to kill me. I have so many questions about the years I was asleep, and without knowing where the sisters are, King Leonidas is my only hope for answers. Gingerly, I get to my feet and cross the room to a mirror. I close my eyes as I approach it, not wanting to know what three years of sleep has done to me. Opening one eye at a time, I look into the mirror, and I am shocked by what I see. I look fine. My raven hair is a little tangled, but everything else looks the same. I expected my skin to be sallow and my eyes dull, but I look like I had a restful nap. Glancing behind me to make sure I am alone, I lift my arm and sniff my armpit. I don’t even stink.Fear washes over me as I lower my arm. Someone attended to me while I was sleeping. I was touched while I was sleeping. A knock on my door frighten
Leonidas POVI would never admit to such a thing as being nervous, but there is a strange feeling in my stomach as I wait for Alora to come down to dinner. When I first laid eyes on her three years ago, I expected her to be beautiful. But her beauty is beyond compare. Even as she slept, she was exquisite. I have never seen anyone as ravishing in my two hundred and fifty years on this earth.I did not think it was possible for her to be more lovely than she already was, but then she opened her eyes. Her icy blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. Even though she knew me as her enemy, she did not look at me with anger or malice. I knew at that moment that I would never be good enough for her, but that would not keep me from trying to win her heart.The scent of lavender fills the air, and I do my best to look annoyed at her presence. That witch sitting at the other end of the table can never know Alora is my mate. Evanora knew as soon as I touched her, but the other must rem
Alora POVThe footsteps I hear behind me only serve to make me walk faster. In truth, I want to run. I have never been more humiliated in my whole life, but I wouldn’t let them see my shame. I stop in the center of a large entryway. There are staircases to my left and to my right, and I can’t remember which way I came from. I chastise myself in my head for not paying attention, but I was so captivated by the beauty of the castle, my eyes were bouncing from one thing to another. The whole castle glitters and it distracted me. “You want the stairs to the left,” a voice comes from behind me. It is not the gruff voice of King Leonidas and that puts me somewhat at ease. Spinning around glitter on my gown swirls with me causing light to cascade onto the walls. My eye glance up at the grand ceiling and it looks like the night sky. Suddenly, I miss being at the cabin. “Would you like me to show you to your room?’” Alfred asks politely. “I hardly think that would be proper,” I whi
Alora POVButterflies swarm in my stomach as I wait for Anila to come to my room. I don’t know what I will say to her. I am both angry and excited. She ignored me completely at dinner, but she is the only contact I have to my old life. Perhaps she can shed some light on the last three years. Anila doesn’t knock on my door. She steps inside, and her milky eyes scan the room until she finds me. I had once believed that she was blind, but her vision just works differently than ours. She is perfectly capable of seeing what she needs to in the world around her.Anger fills the air in the room like a thick fog. It is dense and comfortable to sit in. I do not know what I have done wrong but I must have made a terrible mistake with the Lycan King. “You should not have asked for me,” she snaps at me. “I did not as for you,” I retort. “I ask for Sabrina and Evanora. You made it perfectly clear at dinner that you no longer wanted to associate with me.” “Did you ever think that I a
Alora POVSomeone throws the curtains open in my room, and I squint against the morning light. I did manage to fall asleep, but it feels like it was only moments ago. My eyes struggle to stay open.”Good morning, Princess," Evanora chirps happily.I must say her attitude does not match her appearance. She is shrouded in dark robes, and the black on her fingertips is spreading up her hands.“Good morning," I sigh.She tips a glass with purple liquid to my lips. I don't bother to fight. Even though it is bitter, I know it will help me move. I swallow it down and wait. I start by wiggling my toes, then my feet. Soon, my whole body is free of the magical prison."How much longer do I have to drink this?" I ask, sitting up in the bed."That is a question for the traitor," Evanora tells me."Of course it is," I groan.Stretching my arms around my back, I pull loose the strings of the corset. It pulls free, and I am finally able to take a deep breath.I fling my legs over the edge of the be
Leonidas POVAs I look down into her bright blue eyes, she is practically begging for me to kiss her, and Goddess knows I want to, but she doesn't deserve to be rewarded for being a brat. She will learn to be compliant, or I will break her until there is no fight left in her.She has stepped away from me, assuming that she has won this round. But I never lose.“Are you prepared to come down for breakfast?" I ask calmly.She places her hands on her hips, and her full lips are pressed into a thin line. "I said no.""Suit yourself," I say, stepping in her direction.Her eyes are wide. She is backed into a corner and has no escape. She tries to dodge as I reach for her, but she is not fast enough. Grabbing her around the waist, I toss her over my shoulder.Alora screams in protest as I march from her room. Her tiny fists slam against my back, and a string of profanities spew from her mouth."I see the traitors did not fail to give you the vocabulary of a sailor. Not very lady like," I tea
Alora POVAlfred lays a warm cloak over my shoulders and ties it carefully around my neck. His eyes don't look into mine as he readies me for our little excursion. I get the feeling he is scared of me.While his attention is elsewhere, I take the time to look at him. He is the complete opposite of the Lycan King. He smiles a lot, and when he does, his blue eyes sparkle.Blonde hair falls messily in his own face. It is not brushed or styled. He is large and muscular, like the Lycan King, but there is a softness to his touch. He is careful where he touches me. He is always respectful.If anyone were to convince me that not all lycans are monsters, it would be him.He finishes tying my cloak and stands back to look at me. "Are you warm?""Yes," I reply. "Can we please go outside now?"Alfred smiles, and the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He rushes to the main door and flings it open. The cold air hits me in the face. It stings, but I step outside anyway. The air is fresh, and I inhale dee
Alora POVThe only sound in the dining room is the clinking of silverware against the plates. Leonidas is tearing apart his meat with his hands, glaring at Naridah from across the table. Ivy is refusing to sit beside Elric, and he is mumbling curse words under his breath. Vesper is blissfully unaware of what is happening around him. He is just happy to have his mate by his side. Naridah begins humming a song as she chews. Leonidas tenses beside me. I could sift through her memories for hours, but there will never be enough evidence for him to trust her. “Naridah,” I gain her attention. She looks up from her plate and smiles. “Please call me Nari.” “Nari,” I continue. “I think your humming makes my mate uncomfortable.” She cuts her eyes at Leonidas and presses her lips together in a hard line. “Fine.” The room is silent once again. This is possibly the most awkward family dinner since the creation of the Two Realms. Ivy is desperate to fill the silence. “Are mates com
Alora POV“It has never been done before,” Ivy snaps at me. “Your place is here among the Fae.” I shake my head. “My place is with all the creatures. I think that is why Morgan chose me. So I would unite the Two Realms.” Ivy turns to Elric. “Will you talk some sense into them?” Elric flushes bright red and looks down at the massive table between us. I can tell he has never told Ivy “no” a day in her life, and I don’t think he is about to start now. But he doesn’t say anything. All of the lycans have gone back to the Lycan Realm, and we are waiting for Vesper to return. It feels like it is Leonidas and I against the world. Ivy and a few Fae council members are being so stubborn. They won’t listen to reason. When Elric doesn’t speak up, water begins to drip from Ivy’s fingertips. She is about two minutes from losing her temper and drowning us all. “You can’t take up residence in the Lycan Realm. We need a Queen.” “I know you do,” I say gently. “I am planning on stayi
Alora POVLeonidas pauses, looking down on me. There is an eagerness in his gaze, but also concern. My magic reaches for his feelings without my permission. It latches onto his emotions, and it is suffocating. They are intense, and tears sting my eyes. I force my magic away and reach for him. “I am not made of glass,” I assure him. “You won’t break me.” He joins me on the bed, carefully positioning himself between my legs. His fingers swipe my hair out of my eyes, and he sighs. “You look so fragile.”“I am not,” I say. Wrapping my leg around him, I force him to roll onto his back. His hands rest lightly on my hips as I straddle him. Moving my body slowly, I run my core over the length of his harden cock, and he tightens his grip. I moan in satisfaction and continue to tease us both. A growl rumbles in his chest, and he flexes his fingers on my hips. I chuckle, and he glares at me. “What is so funny?”“Do you want to be inside me?” I smile. He nods with a silly grin
Leonidas POVMy warriors scatter, and several Fae do the same. I refuse to leave Alfred alive, but I can't bring myself to leave Alora's side. I didn't realize being away from her would be so painful. I don't understand how my father could betray the mate bond. Alora is all I will ever want.Her shoulders slump over, and a stray tear leaves a track through the blood on her face. In one night, she has lost and gained so much."Let's find a place to get you cleaned up," I whisper."Aren't you going to look for Alfred?" She asks."There is no need." I pull her close. "My men have it covered.""I just want to go home," she cries as she collapses into my chest."This is your home," the Fae woman that killed Estes interrupts us.Alora straightens her shoulders and sucks in a sharp breath. "This realm has never been my home.""You are our Queen," the woman pleads. "You can't leave us without a ruler.""Ivy," Alora groans. "I don't know anything about this realm. Just let me leave.""This is
Alora POVEstes puts up a fight even though his powers are no match for mine. It is wind against wind. Gusts of powerful air move across the room, whipping angrily against my skin. I do my best to retaliate, but these powers are new to me.I am desperate to keep the rest of the party safe from our battle. My concentration is split. One hand controls the vortex surrounding Estes and me, and the other is blasting air at him.My arms are growing tired, and Estes's attacks are cutting into my flesh. I can only hope that mine are doing the same to him. Sweat is beginning to form on his brow, and he looks tired. This might be my chance to end this. But I am not paying attention, and I don't see the silver glint of the knife in his latest attack until it is too late.The blade sticks in my arm, and I scream in frustration. I can't risk pulling it at and losing the vortex. My arm hangs limply at my side, and I fear he has won.He lifts his hand to deal the final blow, but only whisps come fro
Leonidas POVThis is possibly the biggest mistake I have ever made as king. The Fae Queen is dead in my castle, the future Fae King is hiding in one of my guest rooms, the full moon has disappeared from the Fae Realm, and it is likely we won’t be able to shift. Still, I am marching into the Fae castle with my army.Lobo is at my side. There is a feral look in his eyes. It seems as if he has been waiting for this fight."What's the game plan?" He asks."Honestly," I laugh." Find Alora.""No diplomacy?" He cracks his knuckles."Not this time," I snarl. "Not after what I learned from Queen Fauna, but let’s not kill everyone in our path."A smile spreads across his lips. "But those who resist?” “Fair game,” I reply. Somehow, we have managed to make it into the forest surrounding the Fae Castle. Either they are so confident in their abilities that they do not feel the need to protect themselves, or this is a trap. I am leaning toward the latter.I peer through the trees, looking for a
Alora POVElric is chasing me down the hallways of the castle, quietly pleading for me to stop and return to my room. He is trying to tell me how Leonidas will kill him if anything happens to me, but I ignore everything coming out of his mouth. My mother did not bestow her powers to me so I could hide in a dark room of the Fae castle and let men do all the work. She gave me her powers so I could restore the natural order of things. I hate to admit it, but I might need his help. Spinning around, I look him in the eyes. “Where can I find Estes?” He looks away and shuffles his feet. “There is another party in the castle tonight. He is probably there with Ivy.” I look him up and down. There is a sneer on his lips. He cares for my aunt, but why? Then I realize how blind I am. “She is your mate.” His teeth grind together, and his jaw locks. “Yes.” “Interesting,” I mutter. Then I step closer to him, studying his features carefully.Suddenly, it feels like I am transported i
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Alora 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