I don’t tell Cain what’s bothering me. I feel content as I am and though I feel I will regret this in the near future, I still want to enjoy the here and now. Cain doesn’t say anything to probe why I've been acting weird and I make a mental note to act weird later too. We’re staying here for two months at most, or rather that is the deadline I have to find the Chalice. If I act weird a few more times then maybe we can have walks like this again. The realization that I'm on this mission for the symbolism of my race still hurts, but that doesn’t stop me from deciding that I will get stronger. I don’t care if Lyros just wants me to be a symbol of his victory. He promised to make me a weapon, and I will be a weapon. An arrow that flies with purpose and precision, finding its mark and clearing all in its way. “We’re approaching the end of the flower fields Adelaide.” Cain’s voice is husky and soft, and I do the one thing that has been on my mind since last night. I grab his shirt,
“You said the stem looked like diamonds?”I nod at Safira and she lets out a huff of breath before leaning back and relaxing on the couch she’s seated in.Cain is still drawing and I watch as he tilts his head to the side and peers intently at the sheet of brown paper on the table. He’s shown me the image a few times and I've corrected it as need be but for some reason, he wants to get it right.Perfectly right.Rhys comes back with a platter of tea and cookies, or something that looks like cookies.“Do they have pastries in this…” I gesture vaguely “Place?”Safira frowns looking confused but Rhys scoffs.“If you’re curious about that then go to the markets. Ask for money from Lyros, he should be paying you enough for your services.”I want to ignore those words since this is the first time he's said something nasty to me today. I struggle with the urge to lash out and Rhys watches me. I restrain myself just for the satisfaction of seeing him disappointed.I do something risky.“Cain
We start at the library.I suggest that we take the gossip route first, people tend to know a lot about things they aren’t supposed to in castles, at least according to the books I’ve read but Cain simply shakes his head.“Asking questions will get you in the dungeons faster than you can blink.”Safira chuckles and I realize she agrees with him. When I look at her she nods and there’s a sad light in her eyes.“Even the wind has ears. Stories have come out of this palace that would make your gut clench and your intestines roil. Stay alert at all times, and for your sake, calculate every move you make.”A chill races down my spine and I glare at both of them as they chuckle and look away.My eyes search for the forest green leather-bound book the Royal librarian suggested we get and I let my mind wander elsewhere.Cain and Safira don’t say things because they want to, they say it because they have to. So far their words have been credible enough, except for the part where they said I wo
“Where are they right now?”My hands clench into fists as I ask and I look away so I don’t betray the anger in my eyes.Rafie chuckles and walks over to a seat before settling into it.“Is the idea of your wife being with Cain that angering?”“Don’t…. Call her that.”My fists tighten even more and I look out the window. There’s no need for me to feel angry, yet I do and it kills me inside.“Are they on castle grounds?” Rafie shakes his head briefly and gestures to the window.“A guard reported them leaving the castle after the sixth bell of noon. They’ve probably been out for half an hour by now.”The words rub salt into my wounds so I ignore them and focus on what’s at hand first.Rafie misses the bigger picture in thinking I care that Cain is out with the werewolf girl. I don’t.I don’t care about him or the omega.She’s a werewolf, and I hate werewolves. Horny, lowly, degenerates. All of them. A pang of pain runs through my heart and frustration roils in my stomach because I can'
We’re walking through the streets of the capital and magic beats in my head like a drum. It splits my brain and oozes out of my ears but I blink and it’s gone again. Adelaide is at my side and people stare at us as we walk past. The Capital boasts many sounds and sights, but the two ladies I have smuggled out of the castle ignore it all, both of them chattering away oblivious to the fact that I'm walking with the gait of a man with two left feet and blinking more than normal. Queen Tria of Raleigh snickers and Adelaide lets out a scream so shrill you’d think she was hurt. My eyes snap to her but the excitement on her face can’t be mistaken for anything other than excitement. “No way did he just do that.” Tria has a book open in her hands and Adelaide is practically joined to her at the hip. I thought this trip would be awkward, but it isn’t and they seem to be getting on well. Seven things baffle me about this trip but the one most baffling is why I don't feel okay. Did I take
I stare at Cain all the way back to the castle but he refuses to meet my gaze. Guards surround us now and the ash-haired male walks at the head of the group.My eyes catch on the tattoo that winds out of his sleeve and onto his knuckles but they drift to Cain not long after.Why did I feel something stirring in me when I looked at him in that frozen state?My brows crease into a frown and I try to catch his eyes again. If this is something dangerous then we can work through it together.I feel like he’s pushing me away again, and the thought hurts me as much as it angers me.Cain turns to look at me and slows down so I can catch up.My heart soars.We walk side by side for a few moments, each one of us content with that but my question still rings in my head so I ask anyway.“What’s a power lull?”Cain sighs.He sighs and the look on his face becomes stormy before clearing up not a moment later. He turns to me and cocks an eyebrow.“Have you ever wondered why they’re called Kings?”I
Landon reduces the glow around him and I half expect him to lift off the ground. His veins look like they have liquid light pouring through them, but his face… I take a look at his glowing male face and notice the aura of utmost concentration radiating off him... He stares at a spot, his eyes looking focused. The question comes out of my mouth tentatively and I turn to Cain. “Is he in pain?” Cain shakes his head. “He has to be focused enough to draw the power out of him, but that’s not where I'm headed to. Landon is at his full power now. Do you know who he is?” I certainly don't, so I answer with a glare. Cain walks forward and taps the other male on the shoulder. The light dies all at once and Landon stumbles, breathing hard as he catches his breath. Cain turns to me and I almost see a glow in his eyes. “Landon is a Lycan Prince. He has the blood of a King in his veins, yet the power he wields isn’t even up to a fraction of what Rafie wields. At most, if any lightworker tri
I search the “History of Lycan and werewolf magics” book but it only ever mentions King Ashryn the Great.There is no mention of his wife, except for her name and I guess that’s something.She was Queen Diane Ashyrn. Mate and dearly beloved of Aquinas Ashryn and surprisingly, a werewolf.Surprise bubbles up in me at that and a chuckle leaves my lips.She was a werewolf.I thought all Lycans hated werewolves. They despise us and they make it their life’s aim to show how much better than us they are.I won’t deny the fact that my parents didn’t leave a very good image of werewolves and packs in my head, but there are some who did.There’s the old lady who treated me kindly since the rest of the pack despised me for being the weakest link. There are the pups, little werewolf children who would be better if only they had someone to tell them the ways of the pack aren’t so ideal that they should follow them wholeheartedly.I despise my parents, yes, my pack? Maybe.But I know there must be
Cain grabs onto my waist and kisses me, hauling me up and plastering me against him. His voice is a rough husk in my ear as he whispers “You did it, Adelaide.” Tears run down my eyes and he hugs me, holding my body to his as I sob into his chest. I don’t think I'd believe what just happened if someone told me it would a few months ago. All I wanted was to be free and run off to hell knows where, but I'm glad for what I did. Now I know I have parents, parents who loved me and a mother who would have done anything for me. I’m not just the pack omega destined to be maltreated and beaten for all of her life. The suffering I went through changed me. It gave me tougher skin and with the power of my heritage… I've just won back my kingdom. Freedom is mine if I want it. Freedom, and power, and love, if I want any of it, and all of it, and I do. I really do. I kiss Cain again, just to cement the fact that we are a thing now. We’re more than a thing. I’m wearing his ring. He’s as much
Lyros is no longer the all-powerful Lycan lording his majesty over the weak populace. We are powerful in our own right now.And in the face of real power, the Lycan king can only do one thing, cower, like a coward.Lyros attempts to run but almost like he knows it’s futile there’s no spirit in it. Lycan speed might have given him a chance, but running was just one final way of making a dash for his life.I flash and slam Lyros with my sword, the blade slapping the side of his face and drawing blood as he tumbles to the ground. I lean down and whisper close to his ear,“I don’t intend to kill you Lord Lyros.”I feel his heartbeat intensify as my words graze his ears but I continue confidently, “I intend to make you pay for all you’ve done. For the young girls you plucked from weak werewolf packs, only to kill them after torturing them, their dreams ended and hopes cut short because of your wickedness. I intend to make you pay for the cities you’ve attacked, the people you have killed,
I rip through the fabric of space as I burn.I feel the Lycan’s flame coursing through my being and it sets me on fire with the force of a supernova. I feel the strength of a thousand stars in me. The flames lick at my dress, burning it short and tattered, turning me into a version these men see, but which they don’t see at all.I wonder how many times Lyros has looked at me and seen nothing but skin. Nothing but clothes in pieces, flesh for the taking, a body to be claimed, and a mind to have fun with.I wonder how many times he’s seen skin and ignored the fire that rages in my heart. Ignored the love I have for the simple things. Ignored the fact that I am more than just skin and flesh, that I am heart and brains and emotion. That I am not his plaything.I am a Queen, and this Kingdom is mine.I kill the King beyond the border first. The battle with him takes less than an hour.In my hand is a sword hot as flame and solid as diamond. Rafie attacks me next so I slay him too.Raymel
We all stand in wait for her.Me, Rafie, Alizadeh, and Galan, all four Lycan kings, we wait for a weak omega female and something hollow rings in my chest. It was stupid to think I could find love.Even before the truth of Elara’s betrayal was revealed to me, I already knew. I already knew something was wrong with my heart and that I couldn't love properly anymore.I should have left it out of the cards, left love to those foolish enough to crave it but instead, I had to go ahead and try to keep her. Adelaide made me imagine something hot and exciting between us, something fiery and passionate, but at the end of the day, she’s expendable.She’s always been. Only I matter.A kingdom rests on my shoulders.“Is she on her way?”Rafie’s voice grates against my nerves but I nod. I’m not angry at him anymore. He’s doing what I didn't have the strength to do.Galan chortles where he stands and I feel my hands clench. I should kill him for using his trickster magic on me, but he saved my life
“How sweet.”Cain’s hand stops immediately and my foggy brain can’t even make sense of what’s happening. Has Cain taken me to the point of release this morning? Yes.I’m worried I might be a horndog.I turn to see Safira leaning on the doorframe. Her dress is so pretty, it drapes over her body like liquid and damn, I almost forgot how pretty she was.She smirks as her eyes meet mine, “Should I leave?” Cain answers sweetly before I can and his reply makes me chuckle. He goes “Yes please.”Safira’s hand twitches and a pillow launches itself at the back of Cain’s head. I let it hit and burst into subdued chuckles when he lets out a slight “oof.”Safirs sighs and shakes her head “You have a meeting in like six minutes. Will you be down?”Cain smirks lazily and shrugs. Safira’s gaze darts to me and she fixes me with an inquisitive stare, “Will he be down?”I nod because despite how much I want him to stay with me and kiss me silly, he’s already explained to me how things are here.He has
Diane visits me one last time in my dreams. She smiles at me and though my heart breaks, I smile back at her.I know this is the end. This is the last time I will see her, and as we stand on the sandy beach, our eyes locked on each other and the resemblance undeniable, I let her embrace me as a mother would her child, and I cry so bad my heart feels like it’s going to break.Diane kisses my forehead and wipes my tears, “You’re stronger than your pain my love. You know that right?”I want to nod. I desperately want to nod. The moment I saw Cain, the reality of what had happened to me seemed to come crashing down on me. The moment I saw Lyros instead of him, saw flashes of me and him behind my closed eyes each time I blinked….. How do I live with that?How do I live with the knowledge of all the things I did with the man I hate? A man who used me?I wish I could forget.“This is fire Adelaide,” I clutch Diane closer as she pats my hair down, tears still streaming down my cheeks “Like g
Anger makes my teeth crack as Adelaide asks me a question. She looks up at me, uncertainty in her eyes, her expression scared and bleak.“Would you still love me, if I showed you what Lyros and I have been doing these past few months?”Something threatens to snap in me but I know what this is.I’ve seen this before. I’ve done this once.I nod and Adelaide’s shoulders shudder. I can see how fervently she’s trying to control herself. How ferociously she’s attacking the emotions that are surging forth.Something’s happened, and when I ask her, she tells me everything.Trapped in a memory chain of the Lycan King’s making for three months, her magic being the thing he used to fuel that spell, Lyros turned her magic into her trap, and then she tells me what the memories were about. Entire years' worth of memories of her waiting for him patiently in the fortress.Memories of how he saved her from her pack and brought her to a better life in his care, Memories of how she became his personal p
Cain and Safira comfort me and tell me it’s okay. I can feel Cain’s concern for me like eyes at the back of my head.He’s always staring at me. He looks at me with such intensity that I feel all the things in my stomach churn and my thoughts go filthy. Memories flash past my eyes each time I close them.Memories of me and him in this world.Memories of me and him in a cave, happy sated smiles on our faces and our bodies totally unclad. We’re nude, and we’re comfortable.I see memories of deep and easy loving. Love that took me to the peak of pleasure, and threw me off the edge of my climax, again, and again, and again.My body begins to warm and Safira hits me on the arm, “For skies’ sake, Focus Adelaide. Are you sure you’re okay?”I turn to her and at the sight of familiar deeply tan skin and obsidian black eyes, a smile lights up my face. “I haven’t spent a day here and I’m already being mothered.”Safira grins and chuckles at that, and I feel light in my heart.She and Cain give
My heart melts with each passing moment i listen to Cain’s words and I almost can’t believe this is happening.My mind tells me if I blink he’ll go away, so I keep my eyes wide open, and I stare at him. I know it’s real when he stares at me in that same way.The lines of Cain’s face look new to me now. His warmth feels so familiar yet so alien. There’s an air around him that I can’t place, but I love every bit of it.I love it the way I love him, and when he leans in to kiss me again, I can feel the desperation in his touch. He’s as scared of me leaving as I am of him not being real in this moment. Finding him shouldn’t be this easy.It shouldn’t have been this easy, yet it was and I can’t seem to believe that.A sudden scream makes me cling to him like a frightened puppy until my brain realizes i know that voice.I know the texture of that squeall. I’ve heard that feminine tilt before.Safira’s scent invades my senses immediately and a warm body plasters itself to mine. She’s sobbing