Brum's influence on me was not what could be considered good. Instead of walking through the front door like any sane person, I began scaling up the side of the wall to get to our room. It was difficult and that excited me even more because I was never one to say no to a challenge. The windows were far apart from each other, the wall nearly smooth and I leaped over with no fear at all. I was bleeding and sweating by the time I got to our room yet the grin on my face was a sign of deep satisfaction. I jumped through the window with a grunt. Before I could get up from my crouch, I heard the very faint creaking of wood. My head snapped up as I heard the main door close. Our eyes locked to each other, heavy with question. Brum was wearing the same clothes he left with a few hours ago but he was more presentable compared to me. He'd taken the front door instead of climbing up a whole castle. Despite his dickishness, at least my man was packing heat. I still couldn’t get over how good loo
The blanket was rudely ripped from my body, an unnecessarily rude awakening if you ask me. The sheets were tugged from under me and I was unceremoniously jerked onto my back two hours later. I groaned angrily, jerkily kicking my feet erratically at Brum's direction in hopes of killing him with a well-timed strike. It was like his mission was to just get on my last nerves until I burst apart. “Brum.” I groaned out, slipping my hand under my pillow to retrieve my knife. I pointed it at him through half lidded eyes. Then I dropped my hand, exhausted, and gingerly sat up, staring at Brum who was fully dressed. He straightened up, having done what he wanted, then walked over to the closet as I continued groaning in abject misery. I fought with the bed covers but even if I murdered them, I still had to wake up. I grumpily hopped off the bed, walking to the bathroom. “It's your turn to make the bed, right?” I asked. But I was not really asking. It was a way to tell him to do the bed. I was
With my belly full and a smile on my lips, I was ready to kick ass. I stood right next to Areli, holding a basket in hand. The girl had outdone herself yet again. There was a whole bunch of baskets behind us we would give out to each couple. Each basket had flowers, treats and tiny gifts. I shook my head, deciding there was a lot to learn from the goddess standing tall next to me. She was all sunlit smiles and her beauty was vividly illuminated in the light of day. I looked away from her when I heard the first couple make their way through the courtyard. Our border patrol accompanied them to make sure they got to us alright. The couple was delivered right to the doorstep and they immediately bowed. Areli quietly filled me in on their names, their pack and their family. With her by my side I would never go wrong. “Your majesty.” The man greeted as he swept into bow. He was six feet tall, a bit shorter than the king. He looked good, middle-aged but werewolf ages were confusing even for
I should have been pissed. I should have been moody and fuming but I was not. As torturous as it was standing there all day long, I could not help but be excited. I did not know what I was excited about. The smiles that I had gotten, the compliments and the well wishes, they did something to me. I should have hated it, should have hated how much I was forced to smile but I was the opposite of that. All these were unexplored emotions for me. Such happiness, it seemed almost criminal to have. I worked my hands over my dress. It was a bundle of colors and patterns with spaghetti straps, skin tight. I paired it with tall black heel sandals and odd pieces of jewelry. To add a piece that was known to me to the outfit, I put on my pearl beads. With that, I was ready to face the alpha couples sitting at the dinner table at that point. My hands were damp with sweat but admitting that out loud would be stupid because I would be accepting that I was nervous. I never got nervous. I thought, shaki
Every time Brum and I had sex it was more than I could ever imagine. But every time he pulled away from me, it hit me equally as brutal. The cold air kissed my skin, the tingling imprint of his touch and his bruising kisses. He immediately went cold while I was still at the peak of the sensation. It never got better. I never could get used to it. It was damaging and heart breaking. I lay on the floor, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my mind but he was already carrying his pants to the bathroom where he shut the door. The euphoria left, and from the emptiness rose disgust and that oohh so familiar sham. Where was the care? At least show some respect for the person you are intimate with. The cold started to seep from the tiles onto my back, making me feel really cold. I felt dirty. The aftermath of our jaunt suddenly made my skin prickle with more shame and disgust. My hands shook, and I stared at them as I stood up. I folded them into fists, pushing myself up despite the d
Brum walked in just as the sun was over the horizon. It’s vibrant rays poured over the valley, bringing color to the dull of the night. I was almost raw with fatigue, my eyes burning from it. Brum walked in to shower as I sniffed the air. He did not smell of anything at all, not even the woods. Maybe my nose just wasn’t working at all. I took a whiff again, getting nothing then the thought hit me. I could barely even get his own scent which meant he had used something to remove any scents on him. Why would he do that? What was he hiding? Could there have been someone in the hall and they had also hid their scent? I was sure I wasn’t making it up, someone had been standing at the other end of the door. My thoughts ran to the night I got sick. I had felt someone next to me. But now looking at it, it could have been Brum with his scent masked. All I had wanted was a good night sleep and that had been thrown in the gutter. Every part of me was aching, too numb to even shift from Brum’s
I did not have the energy to put up a show. I did not have the energy to stride in with confidence. All I could do was keep my head up and show them nothing. I still could not wrap my head around what had happened this morning. I was having difficulty processing it to the fullest. The moment I entered the dining room, chairs scraped the floors but you could feel the tension even then. It was thick, almost tangible in the air and consumed all in that room. I could feel my body sway with each step, my waist curving in as my long legs swallowed the distance between me and the breakfast table, yet I was not in control. I took a back seat and let muscle memory take over, leaving my body vacant of any coherent thoughts. I felt hollow, an empty vessel with an abyss inside. I bent into a respectful curtsey. “My king. My queen.” I did not know if they replied or not. I pulled out my chair and sat down. The one next to me was vacant. The opposite chair to me was also vacant, as were the six
Just after dinner the alphas from all the packs began showing up. They were trickling in like flies. Most had been travelling by groups. I was not in the best of moods and I was actually doing well considering the morning I'd had. Brum was nowhere to be seen but we had all expected that. He would miss even the birth of his child own at the rate he was going. “My king.” An alpha couple greeted the king. “My queen.” They continued, moving onto to me. I waited until the whole group had said their greetings then I led them to the dining hall where they would get refreshments. The castle was buzzing in a way I had not seen before. The kitchen was in full swing, the sounds of pots and cutlery cluttering could be faintly heard. Some ladies were showing the alpha couples to their rooms where they would catch some sleep. At that point I wished I was one of the incoming guests so I could also go sleep in my room. The many sleepless nights I'd endured had finally caught up with me and by the
Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and being patient with me. It has been decided that the vampires and the dragons will each have a series of their own continuing from their books in this series. I would also like to apologize because as I revised the book, I realized that most of the time instead of writing Areli, I wrote Alina which must have been confusing for some of you. Thank you so much for supporting and being a part of this journey guys. Next on the list is Logan’s story (THE ROYALLY SCREWED ROGUE) I will start updating the book next month. I will also start a new werewolf series this month. To stay updated, please check out my f* pg (Setiyele M.) Lots of love, Tema G.M
Brum was following me around like a lost puppy and I hated it. He was there when I got out of the shower. The bed was made, his shoulders lowered in defeat. He was there when the ladies brought in an outfit for me. He was there as I stood, fully dressed, ready to address my people. He went to pull on his t-shirt and shorts, walking after me, irking me with his presence that I tried and failed to ignore.I walked out of my royal quarters, staring at blank walls. I valiantly ignored my churning emotions, a consequence of walking these walls without my father's presence. I was well and truly alone. The caves and mountain seemed larger than they had ever been before. Not even Kia’s wails could vanquish the cold and emptiness of the caves, caves I would reside in alone.They looked darker and haunted. The life and beauty drained out of them.I cocked my head up to the sound of rapid footsteps and met Drakko's gaze with my own as he made his way to me. He bowed his head as soon as he saw me
Ziss’s P.O.VA loud piercing cry pulled me from the dark cloud I had been drowning in. It was persistent, leading me out of the abyss I was drowning in. It pulled me out into the light and my senses sparked one after the other until I became aware. I felt the muted warmth of another body as it warmed my own. I felt strong arms caging me in a way that should have been suffocating but brought me so much comfort. I became aware of the intoxicating scent that healed me with each breath I took. And the most traumatizing, I knew Kia had touched ground on the land.Five heart beats could be counted in the room. The silence was broken only by the soft thudding of their hearts, their constant breathing and of course, Kia’s cries, wherever he was. 'Where am I?', I thought, sifting through a cloud of my last memories but then...everything came crashing back. The pain, the ache, and the heavy grief with the horror of everything that had happened. I found myself clenching my arms tightly against
I had never felt so powered. I was fighting for myself. I was fighting for my baby who he had cut out of me. I was fighting for my mother and how he broke my father’s heart. I kept going, kept hitting him over and over. Uther fought back but it was as if I was immune to his hits because I never even felt them. I roared up in anger, my righthand shifting midair with the other holding Brum by the collar. I slashed into his chest with anger. My grey-furred hand was left red as he screamed like a bitch. I threw his body away, not wanting to end it so quickly. I did not want to make it so easy for him. Not when he tore my family apart. Not when he took my baby away from me. I threw my head back and howled. I turned to pin my eyes to my brother who was crawling backward with his wounds healing. I ran for him. He stood up, turning around to run away only for the warriors to push him back. Uther stumbled right into my claws. I made sure not to hit any vital organs. As heavy as he was, I pus
Ziss’s P.O.V I thought I knew pain. The pain of being unwanted and a constant burden with snide remarks said at your every passing. The pain of watching your uncle stab your mother to death in her attempt to save you while your younger brother watches. The pain of losing your home, your anchor and nearly losing yourself. The pain of being rejected by a person who was supposed to love you. Losing the only person who was by your side from the start. Losing your child. I thought I knew pain but I was wrong. I felt every single string in my heart regrow. I felt each inch of my liver regenerate. I was dead yet alive, aware of second passage of time. I felt my body sew itself together in such an unholy and twisted way. My heart began pumping as soon as the vessels connected only for it to rupture because my body was larger than what my heart could support. The pain of dying over and over again, each time the heart rips apart. My soul crumbled and shuttered. I wished to drift away. I wished
We reached Mount Zion in record time. It was fifty thousand feet, rugged, yet Dante ran up it as if it was flat land. I kept thinking we would fall but he kept going even when the harsh winds began drifting through. We were not on dragon territory yet but we would be able to see in especially with our sharp vision. It took hours to reach the top and when we did, Dante lowered me down. His eyes already scanned through the land. We lay down on our stomachs, looking at the royal village. It was just past morning, people doing their chores yet something was very very wrong. I had a bad feeling about this. We would walk in blind and anything could happen but it is a chance we would take. “Should we start at his village?” I asked. “No. They would have seen what he sent to us by now and apprehended him. He is in the royal village, if he is still alive anyway.” Dante said back coldly, turning around. “He is alive, Dante. He is. Don’t give up hope yet.” I took a deep breath, hoping he was.
We passed Gary and Marshal halfway home. They immediately turned and read between the lines, running after us as we breezed passed them again. No one talked, there was no more sightseeing or adventuring with the children. My mind was set on the dragon kingdom and I knew Dante was already making plans on how we would sneak in. I was planning each and every strike I would make on that vile beast, Uther. I could already see myself nailing him to a rock before flaying his skin off. I'd keep him alive only because I knew Ziss would want to deal with him herself. I did not even want to think of what they had done to her already. The only comfort came from knowing she was now immortal so they couldn’t kill her, right? I shook my head, the pain squeezing my heart and leaving my chest aching. I wished I could teleport there. The road there seemed to grow longer and we did not waste time when we got back home. I unlocked the doors, running to the kid’s room to give Kia a bath. His screams boun
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in your world and forget the other world that exists beyond your comfort. My eyes stared in awe as we gazed into the forest. The children were ecstatic, their eyes mirroring my own as they took in the world beyond our kingdom. Nighttime fell and the real magic began. Insects Dante called ‘fireflies’ lit up all around us, setting about a glowing path as if welcoming us to their land. Kia and I gasped out in pure admiration. Kia had literally cried his way out of his father’s cloak the second we stepped out of our territory. I swear the child had magic in him. He never cried even once after that. He was cooing and giggling as he took everything in with his large round eyes. The dragon twins were awestruck themselves, flying over us, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I wished we could turn our trip to an adventure. I wished we could linger longer and find cool spots, camp out, but we could not. The closer we approached the werewolf kingdom, the surer I wa
Flavia’s P.O.VThe sixth day of the week was my favorite day. The sixth day of the week was family day. No work, nothing but spending time as a people and as a family. The sixth day was also what I called ‘Kicking Dante’s ass’ day.The field was set, all players in place and it was game time. Kaida and Kyde flew on the sides of the field, ready for the game to start. My little nightmare, Kia lay on a blanket at a safer distance from the field with a few of the ladies watching over him. I was sure he was all grins. The little terror loved female attention.All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to w