"Lady Constantine, I assume you are well aware of the reason for your presence here today," the Prime Alpha began, his tone firm yet kind. "Prince Malakai has shared those details with you, correct?" "Yes, he has," Amani replied, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of nervousness. "So, you understand that Prince Malakai has requested to mark you, branding you as his mate in an attempt to awaken your wolf. And you are also fully aware that we, the Royal Council, have deliberated and decided to grant his request on the condition that you willingly agree to it, without any external pressure. Is that information accurate?" The Prime Alpha inquired, his piercing gaze fixed on Amani. "Yes, that is correct," Amani confirmed, her words resolute. "Furthermore, you must be aware that we have allotted you three days to contemplate and make your decision," the Prime Alpha continued. Amani's heart sank. She hadn't known about the three-day deadline. She wanted to glance back at Malaka
Amani's heart raced as panic set in; Malakai's anger was evident, and she knew she had crossed a line with the King. But she couldn't help it. The King's words had ignited her outrage. With each step back to their chambers, anxiety gripped Amani tightly. She couldn't shake the fear that Malakai would now punish her friends. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, ready to spill over. Upon entering their chambers, Amani dropped to her knees before Malakai. "Please forgive me for my outburst in there, Kai," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears. "It will never happen again, I swear to you."Malakai gently lifted Amani to her feet and wiped away her tears. "I'm not upset with you, Amani.""You're not?" She questioned, her surprise evident."No, I am actually very proud of you and the way you handled yourself in there," he praised. "I've never seen that side of you before. You spoke with authority and confidence. You spoke like a true Alpha, and I know that only angered my father.
Amani painted in her art room for a little while, but eventually, she grew restless and sat at the window, gazing out for some time. She hated being locked away, unable to roam around the palace or take walks along the garden. However, she understood that she still had a long way to go before Malakai would trust her enough to grant her some freedom. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Malakai returned to her and offered to take her for a walk. Amani was delighted at the opportunity to get some fresh air, and she couldn't think of anyone else in the would she'd rather share this moment with.Hand in hand, they strolled along the exquisite garden until Malakai guided her to a peaceful fountain, where they settled down together. Amani glanced at Malakai’s face and immediately noticed the weight of his troubles reflected in his eyes."What is it?" She asked, her voice conveying her genuine concern.Malakai fell silent, lost in deep contemplation. After a brief pause, he let out a
Malakai sat in the Throne Room, his elbows resting on his knees, and his head cradled in his hands. Devastation consumed him as he reflected on the outcome of marking Amani. He had come dangerously close to ending her life, and had it not been for his realization of her condition, she would have slipped away silently in her sleep. Fortunately, the physician arrived just in time, armed with concoctions of medicinal potions that successfully brought down Amani's temperature. However, the following day, her fever would surge again, necessitating the administration of more potions.Unlike Amani's other wounds, the mate mark refused to heal, leading the physician to suspect her body was fighting against it, treating it as if it were a virus. The stability of Amani's vital signs relied on her daily consumption of the potions. Three days had passed since that dreadful morning, and Amani had remained in a deep slumber throughout. Now, Malakai found himself seated before his father and the c
Darkness enveloped Amani, whisking her away to a realm between the physical and spiritual worlds. Her body felt weightless, liberated from the burdens of her three-dimensional existence. Amidst the infinite darkness, a figure emerged, illuminating the path before her. A captivating woman, radiating a brilliant glow, sat serenely atop a mountain. With closed eyes and crossed legs, she exuded an aura of tranquility in her meditative pose. Beside her, a majestic white wolf shared the same ethereal luminosity, its fur dancing in the gentle breeze.Fear did not grip Amani; instead, she found peace in the presence of this extraordinary woman. She emanated a divine essence, transcending the limitations of mere mortals. Flames flickered around her, resembling a bird ablaze. Amani drew strength and hope from this extraordinary being, her very soul stirred by the woman's presence. The woman's message echoed within Amani's soul, urging her to stay resilient and not surrender, for her journey in
Archer barged into Malakai’s chambers, forcefully slamming the door behind him. Malakai, seated at his desk with his face buried in his hands, was jolted from his thoughts by the sudden intrusion."You rejected her?!" Archer's voice thundered through the room."Get out, Archer!" Malakai snapped."How could you, Malakai?!" Archer's words spewed a hostile blend of anger and disbelief. "She was utterly devastated! The guards escorted her out as if she were a mere peasant, until I stepped in!”Malakai's fist collided with his desk, his frustration boiling over. "You have no idea what it's like to bear the weight of the burden and responsibility that has been on my shoulders since birth! I had no choice!"With an air of fury, Archer advanced towards Malakai. "You could have fought for her, Malakai! You could have stood your ground! What could they possibly do? Not offer you the job?! They can't deny you the throne, Malakai! It is rightfully yours and yours alone, and you cowered just as th
Amani woke up to a gentle knock at her door and immediately rose from her bed to answer it. Standing outside was a pretty redhead, appearing to be in her mid twenties."Hello," Amani greeted kindly."Hello, my lady. Lord Adam has sent me to invite you to join him for breakfast this morning," the young woman said in a somewhat monotone voice, as if she had been inconvenienced by the task."Oh, yes, of course," Amani replied."Well, if you're ready, I can escort you to the dining room," the woman offered.Amani nodded appreciatively and followed the woman to the dining room, where Adam awaited her. As Amani entered the room, Adam rose from his seat, displaying his gentlemanly manners."Good morning, Amani," he greeted with a polite smile. "Please, join me for breakfast.""Good morning, Adam, and thank you very much," Amani responded, returning his smile.Amani took a seat across from him, and the redhead placed a plate of delectable breakfast foods in front of her."Amani, I couldn't he
Back at the palace, Malakai mechanically went through the motions of his royal duties, his mind a million miles away. The opulent halls and grandeur around him felt hollow and meaningless. His father, growing increasingly impatient with his son's newfound detachment, was unsure how to pull him out of the dark hole he now resided in. It seemed as if Malakai had lost all sense of purpose, his once vibrant spirit now dimmed.Nights became torturous for Malakai, sleep evading him like a fleeting dream. Tossing and turning in his lavish bed, he couldn't escape the haunting memories of Amani's smile, her laughter echoing in his mind like a bittersweet melody. The longing for her presence gnawed at his soul, an ache that refused to subside.In an attempt to burn off his restless energy, Malakai pushed himself and his patrol to their limits, their paws pounding against the earth as they sprinted through the sprawling Kingdom. The wind whipped through his fur, carrying whispers of secrets and