At exactly 4:30 pm, Roxanne made sure she was corporately dressed. She tucked her credential files into her hand bag and left the house. As she drove through the night traffic of the city, she hoped that this would not be another futile effort on her part. If Rayla was so sure of the man...she stopped to think. Wasn't that supposed to be a warning sign? Roxanne shrugged. It was 5:05 when she stepped into the restaurant, the first eyes she met seemed to recognise her, because they beamed with smiles. She swallowed hard, if he recognised her, it could only mean that he was the man Rayla spoke about. Jeremy Spears. He rose to wave at her. Roxanne took deep breaths in and out as she walked to him. She had to admit, he was tall and quite attractive. But, she had taken in a lot today to take note of his features. She wanted to get this meeting done with and go back home to her bed. When she stood in front the table, he moved to draw out a chair for her and stood until she had settled
Lancelot had decided, after a brief meeting with Peter, to have dinner outside the hotel. He decided he was going to drive to a Michelin restaurant, where he would enjoy good wine alone and think. He really needed to think. So, at exactly 5:45pm, Lancelot was dressed to leave. He let Peter know he would like to have a personal and private tour of the city. It was a lie, he needed the breeze, the buzz of New York night time to clear his head. There was a lot going on in it. As he drove, Lancelot remained calm - or at least he tried to. He would find a way to piece everything together and..."Mate!" Ziko's cry interrupted his line of thoughts. Lancelot frowned. He was going to continue driving, but Ziko's next cry was more pressing, more urgent. "She's here! Stop!" With that, Lancelot brought the car to a halt after swerving to the left side of the road. He parked beside a side walk. He was visibly annoyed as he looked around the him. There was no sight of Roxanne. Just then, th
After the long and silent drive to her house, Lancelot's car came to a halt in front of a small building. He turned off the ignition and looked at her again. "Here?" He asked, just to be sure. Roxanne did nothing but nod. He sighed and relaxed into his chair. She had not said a word since his arrival. Neither had she shown any emotions; not gratitude, not anger, not annoyance. She just continued to stare into blank space. "Thank you. For dropping me home." She finally spoke. Lancelot only managed a nod, before he watched her step out of the car. But, there was no way he was going to let her be on her own, not with her current state of mind. So, he opened the car door and came out as well. Roxanne watched from her end of the car as he got down as well. He walked slowly towards her, her body, soul and mind registered and took note of the sound of every step if took. His presence around her seemed to heighten her senses all the time, because she was always aware of everything; do
Now that she was finally alone, Roxanne drew back and sank deeper into the couch. She had still not fully recovered from the shock of all that had happened in the past few hours. As she tried not to think about any of it, her mind would not let her rest. Sitting on the couch now, she felt as though she were in a dark tunnel. The faster she walked towards getting out, the longer the tunnel got. Worse still, there seemed to be no light at the end of this particular tunnel. Infact, it had no end at all. How did this all happen? In a time span of two months?! One day, she was happy, preparing for a promotion, in a happy relationship with an amazing man, and the next day, she had lost her job, her relationship, and whatever remained of a good relationship with her family. Her family. The thought of it caused a lump to form in her throat. Ever since Rayla nearly killed her at the hospital, none of them had tried to reach out to her. Only Isabelle had called and texted to make sure she w
Roxanne got out of bed by exactly 8:00am that morning. After a quick breakfast of French toast and orange juice, she showered, got dressed and called an uber to Romania hotel. She decided not to take Emily's car today. No offense to either the car or Emily, but anytime she drove in it, that day turned out to be pretty messed up. Today, she would take no chances. She had learnt enough lessons to repeat the same mistake. This day was going to prove to her that there was still hope for her in this cruel world, and she prayed and hoped, for her own sanity, that it turned out very well. There was no saying what she would do if today turned out bad. There was only so much she could take. When she alighted at the hotel, she stepped into it. Standing in the reception hall, she brought our her phone from her bag so she could call him.The number began to ring, someone picked it up almost immediately. "Dankworth Group of companies." An unfamiliar masculine voice answered. It wasn't Lancelo
"I'm sorry, repeat what you just said?!" Emily screamed at the top of her voice. Her eyes beaming with surprise as she stared at Roxanne who stood in front of her. Roxanne smiled, she had known this would be Emily's reaction. She had decided to stay quiet about the job offer until Emily returned. Now that her best friend was back and had settled down, it was time to tell her about it. Especially now that Lancelot would be leaving tomorrow. She had already packed her things down, just in case Emily convinced her that she was not making a mistake. "You heard me right!" "So you're telling me, that Mister good dick refused you a job on Monday morning, only to present you with a bigger mouth watering offer on Tuesday morning?! And the job requires you to move to London, with him?!" Emily repeated, causing Roxanne to laugh. "Ayy ayy captain." Emily dug her fingers into her afro curls and screamed. "Girl, shut up!" She screamed aloud. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! So you're
That night, Roxanne and Emily binge watched four seasons of their favorite TV series of all time, " Friends." After that, Emily made sure that Roxanne had a good night rest by ceasing her phone and laptop. It made Roxanne sad, but it worked. She had fallen asleep two hours earlier than she normally did. Emily made sure her best friend was awake by 6:30 pm, since her flight was to leave by 9:00am. Emily singlehandedly crosschecked all of Roxanne's important papers, a gesture that made Roxanne laugh all the way. Everything was properly packed. Her clothes, toiletries, shoes, cosmetics, everything she could possibly need. If there was anything, Roxanne assured Emily she would be able to get it when she arrived London. After getting ready and putting all her luggages into the trunk of Emily's car, Roxanne was set to go as she entered into the front seat, beside the driver's seat. She looked down at her phone, it was 8:15 already. They had forty five minutes more to beat the Manhattan
As they drove to the palace, Lancelot continued to think of ways he could keep Roxanne away from the prying eyes of his family; especially his grandaunt; Eliose, the white wolf of the pack.If she was to ever see Roxanne, she would be able to sniff out the secret Lancelot was doing his best to keep away from them, at least for now; the secret that he had found his mate He would have to keep her in the guest chambers and hire separate maids for her. It was quite separate from the rest of the palace, even though it was in the same building. However, the chances of Roxanne running into any members of his family, before he had the chance to introduce her will be slim. Lancelot smiled in satisfaction. That was exactly what he would do. As they sat in the Limo, he turned to Roxanne. Her eyes were fixed outside the window, she was in absolute awe of the beauty of his city. "When we arrive, Roxanne would stay in the guest chambers." When she turned to him, eyes widened, he fought the urge
EPILOGUE FIVE YEARS LATER **************"Tehilah, get back here this instant!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, whole laughter erupted from around the table. The five year old didn't mind her mother, she continued to run eagerly towards her father, who held her three year old younger brother in his arms as he stepped into the dinning room. "Daddy and Jojo!" She screamed out loud, when she griiped Lancelot's leg. Lancelot's eyes rose up from his daughter and rested on Roxanne's frowning face. "The girl is just happy to see me, which is more than she's been to see you." Lancelot teased and everyone at the table laughed, Roxanne's scowl deepened. "Ouuuuu, burner!" Hera screamed out loud, and everyone laughed again. Peter squeezed the top of her lap to show her that Roxanne wasn't smiling. Peter and Hera had been together, and were now a married couple. Peter had gotten a very big promotion; from Lancelot's personal assistant, to his beta wolf. And Hera was right by his sid
LATER THAT NIGHT was the mating ritual; the ritual of bonding. The palace was in high spirits, and the chief priest was invited to perform the ritual. Eloise and Marion, the two elderly women in the palace stayed with the priest to get things ready, while Madeline and Edward, along with the rest of the Dankworth house got themselves ready to attend. Peter was in Lancelot's chambers, putting all necessary things in order, while Emily stayed with her best friend, and finally had the guts - after her sloppy discussion with James - to take care of her "chief bridesmaid" duties. At exactly eleven PM, both bride and groom were ready for their precession. Lancelot was the first to be ushered down the stairs, out of the palace and into the courtyard, where the ritual was to take place under the full moon. The ground was set; royal woven stools placed side by side, in front of a large fire place. The members of the Dankworth family were behind him, while the musicians and dancers played and
In the middle of the heightened song and dance, James grabbed a bottle of champagne before he slipped out of the banquet hall, went up the stairs and into a dark corridor he did not recognize - at least, not in his state - without anyone noticing. No one would miss his presence after all, not after the man of the moment had just made his grand announcement. With his sloppy steps and regrettable dance moves, he was able to keep the champagne bottle under his armpit for five minutes. The man was drunk out of his mind. All he had done since the part started was down glasses of champagne without speaking to anyone. When he got to the corridor, he leaned against the wall and slid all the way to the ground, until his butt touched the hard floor, he winced in pain. "You definitely had that coming for ya." He heard a female voice say. James would have jerked up, since he didn't see anyone there before he entered, but he was way above the clouds to bother about that right now. He corked h
SIX DAYS LATER The big party Emily had spoke about was happening today, even if no one knew exactly what the party was about, Roxanne was pumped to finally celebrate with Lancelot. It had been long since she did that. So, when she woke up in the morning and found three maids staring at her, Roxanne was more than surprised. It was just a party, why did they treat her as though she were a bride getting dressed for her wedding? She asked herself. After greeting her, two of the maids offered her green tea and stood still while watching her drink the tea. When she was done, they helped her get up, undressed her, and ushered her into the bathroom, where warm rose water waited for her. She had not even been given the time to update Emily, who stayed in the next room, about what was going on. After a massage in the rose water, she was scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned. Roxanne felt like a stubborn five year old baby when one of the maids asked her to lift her foot up so she could scrub it.
Peter had barely had time to check his phone in the course of the last few days. Everything that had happened in the palace, from the poisoning attempt, to the death of the maid, Lancelot's fake Luna crowning ceremony, Ava's arrest and Garrett's banishment, to the post effects of all those events, Peter had finally found a day of rest..While Lancelot was preparing to tell his family the real truth about all that had happened to Roxanne, and what he intended to do next, Peter was given some free time to clear his head and get his issues sorted out. That was how he was able to sit on his bed in the guest chambers and go through his phone. And, that was how he was able to see the countless missed calls and messages that had been sent in by an unknown number. He was perplexed, while wondering who the person was, and what he or she wanted from him. It wasn't until he opened the first message and read the first line aloud, that he knew who the messages were from. Hera, he thought out lou
"Girl, don't tell me you're still asleep!" That was the first thing Roxanne heard, before Emily sent a pillow crashing down on her head. She groaned in pain - let it be known that she felt no pain, the pillow was filled with feathers - and sat up slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. Roxanne and Emily broke into laughter when they stared at each other in their pyjamas. They had missed each other an awful lot. The past three days if being together had taught both of them the true value of real friendship. With Emily around, Roxanne felt like no matter what happened, she would always have a home to run back to. Emily was everything to her; her best friend and her family, and she would not ever take that for granted. Emily, on the otherhand, felt the same way for Roxanne. They had spent so much time apart, but none of that had affected their friendship. Roxanne had been the only person Emily had ever let close to her, and she had not disappointed. Just like Roxanne, Em
The past three days had been hectic for every single member of the Dankworth house. While Lancelot was burdened with the role of acting sulky and vengeful over Roxanne's "demise", he was also saddled with the responsibility of preparing himself for his Luna picking ceremony with Ava. Whom, he now utterly despised and couldn't wait to get rid of. However, despite all that was going on, he was glad that he had finally gotten Roxanne, and that she was safe. He has sent Emily over to her and given the women his black card to do as their hearts seemed fit on this auspicious day. The day he would finally be putting an end to all their problems. He simply couldn't wait. Lancelot had noticed that his mother's mood had been better in the past few days. Now that Roxanne was out of the way, and Lancelot and Ava's ceremony around the corner, the future she had meticulously planned for her son, was finally here. The goddess had taken away all obstacles, and now, everything would be back to norma
Hera touched down at London's airport at exactly 3:00pm that day. She took a deep breath in before shading her eyes with her huge sunglasses. She was away from Greece, granted, but she didn't know how long it would be until Ahab sent spies into London to look for her. That was the same reason why she couldn't go to the palace, at least not until she was sure of what to do. She couldn't risk endangering Peter's life, or the life of anyone else in the palace. Yes, werewolves were strong, but Ahab - no matter how old he might be - was the grand master of witches. That meant, he was the most treacherous, sneaky, evil and wisest of them all - except her mother of course. Then again, even Athaliah had a lot to say about her leaving. As she pulled her luggage towards the entrance of the airport, where cabs waited for passengers, she couldn't help but replay her last conversation with her mother, before she took off. "You do not know what you're playing with. Do you think Ahab would sit s
"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well. "What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage. "The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne." Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears. "What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms. Lancelot stood straight before turning away from them, while Emily threw curses at him. If anything had happened to Roxanne, she would not hesitate to burn this entire palace to the ground, she swore it. "She's alive, come on, let's go." Lancelot said as he walked briskly out of the room. Relief washed over Peter, and Emily managed to