Ivy P.O.V. “Get out of my way, Poison Ivy!” My little sister Briell says, as she kicks to the bucket of soapy water and spills a lot of it. She snickers, while my stepmother Ashti scowls down at the spill on the floor. “You need to have that in order and be out of sight before the guests arrive.” She sneers, before walking along, not missing an opportunity to kick me while I twist the cloth over the bucket and get to work. Again. “Momma, how long is she going to be living under our roof?” Briell asks, looking down at me with loathing shining in her eyes. Ashti ponders fakely for a moment before a slow and cruel smile creeps onto her face. “Well, she is going to be of age soon.” And by soon she meant a week ago. “So, I would say we need to speak to your father about it. But I don’t think he wants to lose his favorite slave, even with how useless she is.” Briell laughs, as they continue their plans on my behalf down the hall. I roll my eyes. Hard. Ashti married my father after he
Isaiah P.O.V. It’s been a month since my birthday and coronation. I sent word to the King of Faes, Edor, the day after, to schedule a visit for diplomatic reasons. He was slow to respond, but about a week ago I got a call from the Court. The King had decided to meet with me at last, but on the condition I would meet his daughter and take her with me home. He would even pay me to take the girl off his hands. When I told mom and dad they were livid, and they decided they were going as well. They wanted to meet the man who seemed to have so little respect for others that he would trade away someone in his own family. All I could think about at this point was, I would take the girl home, but I also need to find my mate while I am there. I just know in my heart that the girl from my dreams and vision is my mate, and she is clearly not in good condition. The words of the Goddess, because mom says it can only be her, keeps repeating themselves in my mind. They are living rent free at the
Ivy P.O.V.The guests have been here for a day now, or so the gossiping girls in the kitchen says. I wouldn’t know day from night if it was not for them. I can hear them through the door of my room. There has been no one here to see me. Well, almost no one. The King was here earlier to give me another beating and tell me how much he hates me and is going to enjoy breaking me even more. He is touching me in places he should never touch. Places that are sacred to the person the Goddess would pair me with. But he doesn't care. My feeble attempts to push him off me has him laughing in my face. “Oh, Ivy. I am going to take great pleasure in breaking you. I am going to do all the things to you I can’t do to Ashti. I have so many ideas and toys I always wanted to use, and now you are going to be the one to fulfill that dream.” He licks my dirty face, licking my ear and pinching my breast, before slapping me across my already blue and yellow beaten face. “You are just a dirty horny whore!
Isaiah P.O.V. Earlier that day A man knocks on my door, where we all are gathered to go down to breakfast together. We have been discussing last night's events since sunrise, and I am still unsure how to think or feel? The King and his family are hiding something, or rather someone. I was placed besides the Princess, who by all means is beautiful, but also very selfish and entitled. She is spoiled in every sense of the word, and I did not like her from the start. Especially not when I asked her about her sister's illness, and she scoffed and told me she has no real sister. That the girl is tolerated as the first Queen’s child, but nothing more than that. I exchange a look with my mother, who then politely asks about the first Queen. Princess Briell laughs a shrill laughter that attracts all the guests around the table. “What seems to be the matter, daughter?” King Edor asked, and she explained the issue. King Edor paled slightly.“My first wife was sadly killed by our enemies..”
Ivy P.O.V.“What is your name, little faerie?” Mr. Hot and handsome asks me. It should be absolutely forbidden to look so good. I swallow several times, but no words want to come out. Why am I like this? Normally I wouldn’t have trouble giving an answer or some sassy remark. He sighs, dragging a chair to the bed, sitting down in that instead of on the bed as his mother did. Some part of me is very glad he seems to be respectful and mindful of me, and the other small part of me is very disappointed that he didn’t crawl into bed with me. “I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but I am only interested in helping. You are my mate. My destined love. I wont ever hurt you! I promise.” I take a deep breath. Raven is urging me to talk to him. And she is right. If he was chosen by the Gods to be mine, then I should at least tell him my name. But fear and worry swirls in my stomach. What if he learns of my heritage? Will he dismiss me, or maybe something worse? How would I survive that?
Isaiah P.O.V. Outside my guest room, Aiden and Adam meet me. Mom probably mind-linked them. “We’re going with you. Your dad and Milo can help protect the Luna.” I raise an eyebrow. “Your mom explained the situation, and the mate part I already knew.” Aiden says with a smirk. He’s an idiot, but he is also one of my best friends, and having him and Adam with me can’t hurt. Adam is the diplomat amongst us, which is definitely why he’s coming instead of Milo or my dad. We walk down the hallways in silence, and it dawns on me we don’t know where to meet the King. I sigh. He’s probably going to be either in the throne room or his office. We’ll try his office first. As we walk along my anger rises. I keep thinking about what mom said in the doorway, and the sheer audacity of the King irks me, but when that audacity is regarding my mate, I am fucking livid! He says she is his property and I should hand her over. Like hell I will! She is mine! My mate and my one true love, and he will neve
Ivy P.O.V.The movement and slight buzzing of the car is really relaxing, and combined with the warmth and safe feeling of my mate, I’m in a cocoon of something I haven’t felt since before my mom died; happy and not concerned. It’s a weird, but welcomed feeling. I wonder if I am going to be feeling like this from now on? Maybe not all the time, but more than before. ‘It’s not really hard to feel more safe anywhere else than that shithole.’ Raven interjects with a snort, and I struggle to not giggle out loud. ‘I can’t believe the King actually gave permission for Isaiah to take me with him.’ The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and my eyes fly open. Isaiah is leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed. I’m battling with myself whether or not to disturb him with my question, when he opens his eyes and looks down into mine. A slow smile forms on his perfect lips. “I can feel you staring, little faerie.” He says, and I blush deeply. Oh great! I disturbed him either way. “Uh, uh
Isaiah P.O.V.Leading my mate into the dining room, her arm comes around mine seeking my protection, I think. Everyone in there quiets down when we enter, and Ivy looks around with big eyes. Maybe this is not a good idea on the first night here. Maybe we should just go to our room and eat in there, just the two of us? The thought barely enters my mind before my mate is stolen from my side by my mom, who introduces her to everyone and leads her to one of the available chairs. Ivy looks over her shoulder with apologetic eyes, but I just smile at her and move behind them towards the table. If anyone dropped a pin now, we would hear it hit the ground. I have never, as long as I can remember back, thought I would experience people being so quiet and calm. “Everyone, this is Ivy. Ivy, this is everyone.” Mom says gesturing to the table. Ivy nods to them, and one by one they introduce themselves. “And you already met Elise, Hunter, Gabriel and Flora.” Mom concludes, sitting down with Ivy. M
Hi all my lovely readers. This is where the new book following Astra, Jasper, Jonas, Flora and Jenna will be updated. It has been decided that the book is so tightly knit to the second book, that I have to update it this way, which also means I will not start updating until the new year, so I have a bundle of chapers to start out with, and it will be a project on the side as I am also looking at signing something new and exciting. But don't worry, I will not let that affect my quality or updating rate, as I hope the extra time until I start it regularly, will give me the opportunity to uodate 3 times a week as I use to. That was the sereious part. Now for someting more related to the new book. After the war is won, and Isaiah and Ivy say goodbye to Jasper, Astra, Jonas, Flora and Jenna, everything seems to be fine. They know Jenna has been acting kinda weird and clingy towards her children and Flora, but everyone has been brushing it off to grief over her mate's death. Jasper howev
Isaiah P.O.V.Ophelia turned out to be a great asset to our motley crowd. And the kids immediately took to her, finding her training fun and relaxing at the same time. Eli, Gabe and the twins understood the importance of practicing meditation and other forms of mental defense. Emmet and Ilina just thought it fun and different, although they had a harder time sitting still both of them were determined to be as good as their siblings. Most of the time Ilina fell asleep during meditations, which Ophelia said was fine. We fell into a good routine after Ophelia also joined us, and soon it was time to prepare the kids to leave the Realm of Magic. We were all sad to go, but I think Ivy was the saddest of us all. She really felt at home here between her parents and all the wonderful creatures we got to meet. On our last day we decided to bring the kids back to the stream, giving Ophelia and Archeron time to pack and be ready for the next day. We have been here for so long, the kids kinda fo
Ivy P.O.V. We have been here for a little over a month now, although I know that is not even half of that in the Mortal Realm, I cannot help but feel a bit bad for just leaving everything to Aiden, Alisa and Isaiah’s parents. They have been doing a great job so far, and only had to call for me twice until now to help solve disputes in the pack, and once for something regarding another pack and a treaty violation. I love to help, and it was nice to see everyone again. Isabella also had some time to yell at me for getting pregnant again, cry because this is definitely the last one and almost faint when I said it’s twins. One of each. We had the doctor another scan just before they called me for the treaty thing, and we got the news. Isaiah is over the moon, and the younger kids are beginning to understand that momma has to be a bit more careful because of the babies in her belly. Ilina has been so loving ever since I came a little further along. Mom says it’s because she can sense them
Isaiah P.O.V.“Well, congratulations your Graces, you are indeed expecting twins again. I understand you wish to have them in your own home, which I understand. You should still be able to enjoy your stay here, but take it easy and with the slightest discomfort, please come see me again.” The female doctor, a former witch, says with a small smile. “I will monitor you from here, but perhaps it’ll be best if someone also notifies your doctor back in the Mortal Realm?” I nod, looking at Ivy, who seems far away. I take her hand, bringing it to my mouth. She turns her head in my direction, but she does not seem to actually see me. “Doc, may we please have a moment?” I ask, also asking Eli to go back to his grandparents. He looks at his mother with deep concern, and I know the empathic side of him is tapping into her, feeling everything she is. “I got her Eli. Please see your grandparents for now, son.” I tell him, leaning down and kissing his hair. He nods silently, following the doctor o
10 years laterIvy P.O.V.“KIDS I AM GIVING YOU 5 SECONDS TO GET OUT HERE, OR WE ARE GOING WITHOUT YOU! 5, 4, 3.. Thank you!” I’m standing outside the packhouse with Isiah, Eli who is 10, and knows by now not to piss off his mother when we’re going somewhere and our youngest, Ilina who is 2 and sleeping in her stroller. Isaiah shakes his head at me, and kisses my temple. I sigh. I know I’m more impatient today than usual, and that says something, because I’m always impatient when we’re going somewhere, but today is very special and we’re going to be gone for quite some time as a family. Out of house rushes our other children; Gabe who is 8, and the actual spitting image of the uncle he is named after, the twins Isobel and Elain who is 6 and finally our 4 years old Emmet. I put my hands on my hips and look them all over, while Eli and Isaiah snickers behind me. They’re just happy they are not the ones who are in trouble this time. “I am blaming us for being late solely on all of you
Isaiah P.O.V.We table this discussion for later, and follow dad out the door and out back where a ton of chairs is placed facing a small decorated platform for me and Ivy. I cannot wait to see her in her dress. I know she is a little self conscious right now, but she is just gorgeous and I love her so much! She is going to be a vision, I am sure of it. We take our place as everyone is finding their seats in the crowd. Aunt Jenna smiles at Jonas and taps a seat beside her. She has placed herself in the front, and with enough chairs free so Jonas, Astra and Alisa can sit with her I think. I just raise an eyebrow and make a last minute decision. “Actually, aunt Jonas is in my bridal party, so he is standing today.” I tell her politely, winking at Jonas. I mindlink Ivy, telling her about my abrupt change and explaining why. She laughs over the mindlink and tells me she’ll inform the others. Flora was made head of the flower girls, and had to stay with them, saving her from my aunt as
Isaiah P.O.V.“A toast to the happy couple! Congratulations, Isaiah! You really are a lucky man.” Aiden says, smiling at me. We are sitting at the breakfast table, just us guys. I raise my champagne glass to him, toasting in silence. The rest say ‘hear hear’ and drink with us. We are having a great morning so far, but I am starting to feel the small nervous jitters of excitement. This day has been long coming, but is finally here. Today I am going to make Ivy my wife! She is already the mother to our son, and seeing her take that role with such passion has been one of the greatest moments in my life! I know she thinks I am a nervous wreck when it comes to Eli, but I just can’t help it. With everything we have been through since I found her in the Fae Kingdom, I am going to keep myself on my toes regarding our son. No one is ever going to hurt him. I know that for sure because they will have to face the wrath of my soon-to-be wife, and I’ll handle the leftovers, but still. He is our so
Ivy P.O.V. Two weeks later We’ve had our little Eli with us for two weeks now and he is just a little angel! I must admit as much as motherhood scared me, and we had some minor setbacks, such as I am not able to breastfeed him, I really love being a mother. The thing with breastfeeding was a hard blow as I had heard so much good about it, but I was just not producing milk. Isaiah has been a trooper navigating my hot mess of emotions - going from high to low faster than Elsa chose to let it go in Frozen. We finally had some quiet time to sit down and watch some movies and be a family - meaning a Disney marathon. It was an amazing evening. Everyone in the pack has welcomed Eli with open hearts, and I could not be more proud. I have also decided to divide my reading time for the little ones with Isabella, as she really enjoyed herself when I was in labor. She has Tuesday and I have Thursday. The kids have been nothing but sweet and gentle with my son, cooing over him and doting whenev
Isiaah P.O.V.4 months later “ISAIAH!” Ivy screams from our room. Our wedding day fastly approaching, but we decided to wait to get married until she had our baby. She’s been a real trooper through the pregnancy, and has been bedridden for the last month because the little rascal may or may not come early if she didn’t. Not that she wasn’t doing everything right before to keep him in there for as long as possible, but sometimes that is just not enough and you have to do more proactive stuff to ensure a full term baby. She’s been having a tough time accepting that, and twice a week I have been carrying her to the downstairs living room, where she has been reading to the littlest pups in the pack. They have been so fascinated with her growing stomach and the fact the next little Alpha is in there. I adore her, swelling stomach and all. She is as beautiful today as she was the day I met her - minus all the bruises. “ISAIAH I MEAN I… OW!” I jump to my feet, hurrying into our bedroom. I w