I marched out of the kitchen for my office, trying my best to quash my true desire, which is to storm into my bedroom and claim Annabelle as mine. The memories of our kiss this morning had branded my lips and lingered at the forefront of my brain.
Instead of going to Annabelle, I sought solace in my mountain of work.
Right. How could work compare to my mate?
My heart beat faster as the clock ticked on, my body thrumming with anticipation as I waited for my mate to apparate to her safe house and pick up the item Trav requested.
My wolf was anxiously pacing in my head, becoming more irascible as his impatience grew, wanting desperately to know the identity of Annabelle's secret lover. However, the black onyx stone on my neck stayed cool and muted, indicating that the rune enchanted with the locating spell has not yet been used, yet.
Frustration clawed through my veins at the thought of Annabelle protecting the unknown male's
Hi! Hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter. Can you give me some gems and a five-star review for the book? Thank you! Happy reading! xx F.A.R. aka fabulouslyawesomereads
Annabelle Aoki Trav had requested an item that could alert them of dark magic and magical traps, to assist them in their grand plan to take Nari down. Lucky for them,my late grandmother had a great selection of relics in her collection. I selected a rune that's easiest for them to use, no incantations needed. It's a small, pocket-sized rune, imbued with a revealing spell. To use it, Trav would just need to wave the rune in front of him, and should there be dark magic or magical traps nearby, it would be revealed for a limited time. I hope whatever it is that they're planning would be effective in stopping Nari. Physically, Romeo may be stronger than Nari but physical strength is not always necessary when you're using magic. Should things go south, I might have to step in and rescue Romeo and his friends. And if that happens, my true identity as the ruby stone guardian will, unfortunately, be revealed to Nari. As much as I
"Annabelle! Oh my God, are you here for real?" I found myself wrapped in strong arms and enveloped by a familiar scent of cypress and mint, Stephen Wolfe. With everything that's been going on in the past few days, I realized guiltily that I have forgotten to check up on Stephen after escaping from Nari's creepy hidden chamber. Unable to help myself, I giggled like a teenage girl as relief washed over me, thankful to find he is in one piece, safe and alive. "Hey, I'm real," I replied softly. I gave him a wide grin after he had released me from his embrace and patted the empty seat beside me to which he eagerly took. "What happened to you the other day? I thought we were supposed to meet for coffee." I badgered, remembering it was Nari who showed up, pretending to be him. There was a nagging feeling festering at the back of my head, wondering how did Stephen and Nari know each other. My mind replayed the conversatio
Romeo Price I watched Annabelle curiously as she fiddled with her fingers, her gaze forlorn and dejected. What's wrong with her now? I sent a mind-link to Trav and saw him whisper my message to her. A second later, she looks up and I gave her an encouraging smile, conveying the impression that I'm not angry at her earlier interlude with Stephen, and she smiled in response, her shoulders relaxing. She does not know it yet but my smile is a lie. Unlike her, I know how to act. Last night, I discoveredan unknown male scent on her, and today I see her hugging Stephen as if she belonged there. Internally, I am livid but now is not the time or place to address how I feel. I have a dinner to host and two days of Alpha meetings to go through. I will handle her iniquity in due time. One thing I did find out, the unknown male scent is not Stephen's. Stephen is not aware that ju
Nari's eyes widened in surprise when she saw me seated at the high table.She swiftly recovered and recomposed her expression. She must have thought that I would still be cursed and in my wolf form, weak because my human form was dying. Well, she thought wrong. "Did you miss me, Romeo?" Nari's soft, musical voice reverberated loudly against the now silent hall. A winsome smile decorated her face which previously would have tugged at my heartstrings. Now, it made me want to gag. The innocent smile and charm were at odds with the dark veins protruding against her sallow skin.I wondered if the curse that she cast upon me had caused those blackened veins because she looks as if she's been hexed. If she is then let me just say, karma's a bitch. My eyes traversed the hall once again and I found the chairs where the Moonstone pack was supposed to be seated noticeably vacant
Chaos descended into the hall. Pack warriors in human and wolf form tumbled through the door, swiftly reaching their targets. I could see the confusion plastered on the Wiccan Council's faces, identical to the ones on the Moonstone's pack. My nails elongated into claws and in the blink of an eye, I shifted in my seat and punched Sebastian's chest, my claws stabbing into his skin, earning an involuntary grunt. Thick, dark, crimson blood oozed from his torso and I grinned in satisfaction. "Did you really think it would be that easy, Sebastian?" I hissed, my black pupils changing into my wolf's irises of blue and green. He looked at me in terror, his head swiveling from the sight of his wounded chest to me, towering over him in full form. He really is making it so easy to kill him. "Take Nari down to release the others from the spell. Trav, Jughead, escort Annabelle out of the hall." I sent instructions via my mind-link as I stalked towards Sebas
Annabelle Aoki Williams was the first to go down. With his white hair and wrinkled skin, it was obvious that he is the oldest among all the council members. His slow coordination caused him to be ata disadvantage and he wasn't able to fend off the synchronized attacks by the pack warriors and me, making his death a quick and clean affair. Raven was tougher to kill, her enchantment spell had affected a number of the pack warriors and they ended up attacking each other.Her move made me sloppy, instead of attacking her, I had to focus on separating the pack warriors that she enchanted and holding them off from killing each other. It was fortunate that Raven became distracted at some point and I was able to maneuver the killing shot. The witch had made a careless mistake, turning to glance at the
The secrets that I bear suddenly felt as if it was too heavy for me to keep, pushing beyond the boundaries of my chest, straining to be let out. I need to tell him the truth before it's too late. "Romeo," I pleaded and took a step forward in his direction, my heart palpitating. Romeo's gaze flickered towards mine, the only indication that he heard me. His eyes were dead and lifeless, nothing but a deep chasm of emptiness. But for a brief second before theyshuttered close, he granted me access, I was able to see the agony and heartache that he was reining swirling behind his irises. He has already lost his father and soon he is going to lose me. But I would not be able to bear it if I leave before he learns the truth. Romeo blew out a heavy breath and his eyelids finally fluttered, revealing the intensity of the grief that he had carefully hidden inside of him. His face contorted with anguish and I almo
Romeo Price I left my bedroom in a daze, and in spite of my recent loss, I was calm. I had found acceptance, contentment, and camaraderie. Annabelle made me realize I am not alone, whatever I am facing, the boys will always have my back. They are my anchor while she is the sail that carries me forward. And for once, things are going in the right direction for my love life. Annabelle had just said that she would tell me everything that I wanted to know and the relief that I felt took away the sting from the pain of losing my dad. Finally. No more secrets between us. I went to my office in the packhouse and informed the Royal Council of Dad's passing and instructed them to initiate the preparations for Dad's funeral procession. Both the Alpha meeting and Royal Council meeting have been postponed and everyone in the Kingdom will be attending Dad's funeral procession, his final journey across the city from the castle to the Royal mausoleum. I was in and out of meetings throughout the
Kingdom of Draconia Annabelle Aoki Ahsan took us back to his kingdom this morning and since then he hasn't left his palace. He’s locked in a meeting with his advisors and warriors, drawing names and allocating dragon shifters and fae warriors into different groups. I on the other hand returned to the mansion and occupied my time by checking on the books and paraphernalia that were brought back from the beach house. The servants had dusted and arranged everything systematically in my new library. The space is larger compared to the underground library in the beach house. And with light spilling from tall windows on one side of the room, it's also airy and bright. I am satisfied with how everything turned out. Books are sorted based on categories and titles on one side of the room, while runes and magical items properly arranged and cataloged on the shelves at the other side of the room. A large oak table flanked by ten chairs dominated the center of the room. Placed haphazardly arou
Annabelle Aoki I would have to say the meeting among the stone guardians tonight went surprisingly well, considering we all barely knew each other. I wasn't surprised to find some odd looks thrown at me when Ahsan mentioned that he had a mate before, all of which I blatantly ignored. It's not as if I didn't know about it. He's made the fact known to me since the very beginning. However, with the exception of telling me that his mate is dead, centuries before I was born, Ahsan never mentioned anything else about the late fae princess to me. And I've never asked either, because it's not my business to know. After the meeting ended, Ahsan walked me to my room, a short distance from where we had the meeting, and left soon after. He told me needed to get back to his room where his advisors are currently waiting. They have to discuss their next course of action once we return to the Kingdom of Draconia. Feeling tired and sleepy, I quickly entered the bathroom, getting myself ready for
Romeo Price My eyes roamed the figures crowding the small living area adjacent to my private quarters. Dimitri, Gisela, Annabelle, and Ahsan were seated on the sofa around me. While standing at the back of the room were Roman, Arch, Trav, and Jughead. We were gathered for a meeting among the royal stone guardians, the first I've ever attended. Like Annabelle, most of the stone guardians prefer to keep to themselves, and rarely would we interact and establish close friendships with each other. Except perhaps, me and Dimitri. Some might say me and Dimitri are an anomaly compared to the other stone guardians. I used to consider the two of us as good friends or comrades, but that ended when he withheld information of my mate's engagement to the Dragon King. Dimitri made me look like a fool. I had planned for the meeting to be held at one of the bigger spaces, we had many meeting rooms in the palace but Ahsan requested a smaller chamber, one that is protected against magic. The wall
Richard's funeral was graced with blue skies and white tufted clouds, and despite it being the middle of autumn, the weather was sunny and balmy, as if angels had opened up the gates of heaven to welcome the late Alpha King into their midst. The event was held beautifully, the atmosphere calm and reverent. Various bouquets and flower wreaths of different shapes and sizes were placed near the palace gates, making it appear as if the grounds were colorfully bathed in flowers. Flags were hung at half-mast, roads in the city devoid of trafficas shapeshifters from various regions and states lined up the main road from the palace to the royal mausoleum, grieving for the loss of their former king. We returned to the palace to offer our condolences after the procession was over. A somber atmosphere hung in the air, at odds with the castle which was usually bustling with activities. In a few hours, guests and nobles will be readying to leave, now that Richard has been l
The boys doggedly followed me to my room after my scuffle with Dimitri. His betrayal stung me, more than I cared to admit. I thought he was my friend, or at the very least, we have formed a relationship based on trust and respect but it seems I thought wrong. I was a bloody fool to have trusted him. "Annabelle is engaged to King Ahsan?" "What's going on between you and Annabelle?" "Did you know this about Annabelle?" "I thought Annabelle was with you, man." Just as I thought, the questions spewed out of the boys' mouths right after we entered my room. I glowered at them but to no avail. Instead, they returned my stare, Jughead and Roman even had the audacity to roll their eyes. In front of everyone else, they would be on their best behavior, bowing and listening to my every word but when we're alone, Goddess, they're annoying. These boys have known me for almost my whole life. "We are not leaving unt
I pulled her in for one last kiss, light and soft, my lips lingering over hers for a while before we separated. And just like that, my first and most probably the last date with Annabelle is over. I folded the picnic mat while Annabelle returned the leftover food and wine back into the picnic basket. We were both silent as we strolled hand in hand and when the palace came into view, she snatched her hand away. In the absence of her touch, I felt bereft, lonely, new cracks appearing on the surface of my already broken heart. An unfortunate reminder of how the rest of my life will feel like. Separated from my true mate and alone. "Your Highness, the guests are here." Alfred, the royal butler met us halfway and led us towards the front steps, where a silver Rolls Royce was waiting. Behind it were several SUVs, all in uniform black paint and heavily tinted windows. Mum, Uncle Reynold, Jughead, Arch, Roman, and Trav were already waiting on the step
Lux Lupus Romeo Price "I'm proud of you, son." After the Alphas dinner, Dad's words replayed themselves relentlessly in my twisted mind, over and over again like a broken record. How could he be proud of me when he is dead because of me? Dad had pushed me out of Sebastian's way and substituted himself. He bloody sacrificed himself so that I would live. I. Killed. My. Dad. I am the reason he is dead. I could feel myself spiraling into the darkness, my vision replaying the way Dad's eyes had lost their luster as life extinguished from within him, the screams of pain from Mom and Uncle Reynold, the cold, lifeless body that lay on the floor. When he died, a part of me died too. Unexpectedly, I found light. What surprised me was my mate, Annabelle. That night, she called for food that I didn't want to eat and assemble
My heart was shattered, my limbs heavy and all I want to do is curl up and sleep, wishing never to wake up from this ugly nightmare. However, sleep evaded me, inside my chest was a chasm that used to be where my heart was. All that was left was an empty void, a shell of what used to be me. Unable to bring myself to face Romeo, I stayed in the room throughout the flight, coming out only when the stewardess had knocked on the door informing me that the plane is making its descent. We consciously stayed away from each other or perhaps it was just me, as I chose to sit with Lucy and Reynold while he sat alone, silent and pensive. One thing I've learned from observing Romeo is that his emotions are the most turbulent when he is still and quiet. I wonder if he regretted my confession. Even after the plane had landed, I high-tailed behind Lucy and Reynold and entered their car, leaving Romeo alone with the driver in his car. If t
We arrived on the tarmac next to a plane that was painted with the Werewolf Kingdom's livery and crest. The interior was equally impressive, the walls are covered in wood paneling, plush leather seats in clusters of two, three, and four, and a small minibar sat at the corner. There was a door which I later found out led to a bedroom with an equally impressive king-sized bed. The plane took off not long after we arrived, and once we were surrounded by white fluffy clouds, Jughead started briefing Romeo of his schedule and engagements, one that both amazed and scared me. It has made me realize one thing, he wouldn't have a single moment available for my confession, so my best bet is to get a private moment with him while we're on the plane. Two hours later, Jughead finally left Romeo's side and I watched, my eyes half hooded, my expression relaxed, pretending to be asleep as Romeo made his way to where I sat. "Follow me." He crouched next to me and whispe