The temperature in the room seems to plummet with his departure. I shiver involuntarily, and once again settle back into the blanket.
It didn’t take long before a group of omega girls arrived in the apartment and began to set up a bath in front of the bedroom fire. Once the metal tub had been brought in and filled with steaming water, they left with a small bow and closed the door softly behind them.
I sink into the water gratefully. Enjoying the heat eradicating the lingering chill in my body. The omegas had scattered some lavender scented oils and flower heads into the water, which only relaxed me further.
My eyes began to shut against the exhaustion, as I sank further into the warm depths. Lulled by the heady scent of my mate’s scent and lavender, I began to slip into a deep slumber. My last thought being the steely blue gaze of my mates’ eyes.
By the time I woke again, I was no longer in the water. Instead, I had been wrapped up in a thick
There was nothing that I could think that helped to reassure my roiling mind. I had no way to explain how Alexander had come to be in procession of my portrait. Or how it ended up the hidden drawer of his desk. We had never met before, of that, I was sure. So how did he come to have it? It was obvious that he had not looked at the item in question for some time, based off of the amount of undisturbed dust that was gathered there. But it was still there. A shiver ran down my spin, and fear sparked in the pit of my stomach. Had he known I would come this whole time. Was he expecting me to arrive? No surely that couldn’t be the case. He was so cold towards me when we met in the throne room. If anything, he seemed annoyed I was there at all. I twirled the locket in my hand, in concentration. Trying to piece together the pieces or my fragmented mind. There was only one way to settle any of this, and that was to ask Alexander
Three days in solitude. Three. Days. And the only people I had seen during that period was Maddison and Alice who came each morning and evening to get me changed. And a serving girl at mealtimes to drop off food, who I found out this morning was named Nancy. Like the two sisters, Nancy barely looked in my direction, and quickly scuttled away as soon as she had dropped off the food. I felt bored for the first time in my life. A feeling which I hated. I was much to used to being the keeper of my own time. Freedom was something that I had taken for granted until I now. I had already exhausted the collection of books that Alexander kept in the small wooden bookcase in the living area on the first floor. I had completely rearranged the furniture of the round room and then put it all back again out of sheer boredom. I had “accidentally” thrown the bear skin rug out of the window, purely because its glassy eyes and sharp teeth gave me the heeb
“Walker? Your mother was a walker?” Disbelief evident in my voice. He looked back towards me with a frown. “What of it?” “It’s nothing, it’s just that I had no idea that the Walker family were such an ancient one.” I sat back in my chair with a slump, the thought that Alison, Drake’s mate, was a part of the same family tree as Alexander’s mother was making my head spin. “It’s late,” Alexander stood up, his body casting a long shadow on the ground. If he had taken note about my comment regarding his mother’s family history, he didn’t show it. Alexander looked down at me, his eyes squinted as he watched me, his fingers fiddling the locket in his hands. “It’s time for bed.” He turned on his heels and began to make for the stairs, leaving me unsure as to what to do. Should I follow him? Or should I just sleep here, in the relative comfort of my own space, regardless of how uncomfortable a bed the lumpy cushions of the armchair made. I had
I woke wrapped in what felt like a blanket of heat almost suffocating me. Heavy limbs were wrapped around my legs and an arm draped over my torso. Tingling lingered under the surface of my skin where my body touched with that of Alexander. The source of the heat was not coming from him though, it was coming from inside me. Starting in the pit of my stomach and radiating around my body like fire running through my veins. Desperate for the toilet, I try my best to untangle myself from his embrace, only to be pulled in closer into his chest, which did nothing to help the heat flooding my system. Finally disentangling myself from Alexanders embrace I move to find the chamber pot, only to catch myself when my head burst with pain and my legs began to give way beneath me. It was my wolf, she began to stir within me, a feeling I had not grown accustomed too. She was always very much a subliminal being that lingered in the back of my thoughts, guiding me thro
The silence stretched out before us. I dare not move as I silently plead with my wolf, apologising for pushing her away. When Alexander spoke again, his voice was rigid, like he had been fighting an internal battle just as I had. “You have spent enough time wallowing up here like some damsel in distress. It is time for you to make yourself known to my people.” He spoke over his shoulders, his eyes still watching the burning flames in the grate. “There will be certain expectations of you Rosalie.” He continued, “You will behave in a manner fit for a lady. You will not question my authority in front of my people. And above all, you will remain in sight of either me, or my beta Arthur. “As the Queen of the werewolf kingdom, you will be expected to choose ladies in waiting to attend to you. You will be presented with the m
Morning came, and so did Maddison and Alice. Having taken stock of my shredded red dress, the girls produced a new one. A green velvet, with gold laces and embellishment across the bodice. It was altogether regal. The girls remain quite as they laced me up and dressed me for the day ahead. I was now more determined than ever to leave this place and find my way back to my own time and loving embrace of my own people. Walking with determination, I follow my guard down to the throne room. The distant sound of chatter vibrating along the solid stone corridors. The closer the throne room we came, the louder that the noise grew, until eventually the heavy wooden door was swung open and I found myself face to face with hundreds of faces of my new subjects. The room fell silent as every one of them took me in. The only sound coming from my mate sat on his over large throne talking to a woman next to him. At first, I did not notice the tall fig
After the morning meeting with Estelle, Alexander, perhaps wisely, thought it better to place the burden of helping me choose my ladies to someone else. An older lady names Agatha, who was far too old to be of any direct threat to me. Much to my disgust, Estelle was still to be included in my court. The idea of which had my teeth on edge. To my relief, Estelle rarely graced us with her presence. And the few times that she did, it was merely for appearance before slipping away. I had no deception to know that she was most likely slipping away to find my mate, and as much as I disliked the idea that she was still trying to win her way into his affections. I also knew that I would not be around long enough for it to matter. Between Agatha and myself, we selected a small group of women, ten in total. All of which were around my age. Some mated, others were not. All were from noble families across England and Europe. I had been informed that selecting wolves from t
“Alexander is not an only child, did you know that?” she asked me, picking at the blades of grass around her legs. “No, I didn’t.” “Well, he was actually the youngest of three. He had an elder brother and sister. Elena and Thomas. Thomas was set to be the next Alpha King, it was never meant for Alexander. So as a child he didn’t really have many burdens on his shoulders. He was free to make friends and chase about the castle walls with us all. “That is how I know my way around so well; we would forever be playing through these halls. Hiding in the nooks and crannies playing hide and seek. Our favourite game was hiding from Alex’s nannie. She would forever be pulling out her hair looking for him, and she never once discovered us.” Lucille paused for a moment looking into the distant remembering the past mischief they would get into, laughing at her own memory. “He was by far the most handsome of the group. But then if you had seen his parents then you
Hi guys! Wow! I feel like the last chapter has been a long time coming, and for that I am sorry. For those of you who do not follow me on social media, my family has had a run of bad luck with illness over the last month, most recently that we have all been isolating with covid! I feel thankful that we were all able to get through it reletively easily, but it has taken me a few weeks to recover, hence the delay. But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the n
Some months later… Life had all but returned to normal in Castle Black. After several days of recovery, Alexander had finally found himself once again in full health. And for all of those days, he refused to let me out of his sight. Instead, I found myself bound to his side, forced onto his uncomfortable recovery bed, pressed against him as he caressed the small bump of our unborn child. It seemed that each day that passed by, the small life growing inside me got stronger and before long his tiny kicks could be felt. Alexander knew now that he was to have a son. Something which I already knew in my heart but was confirmed by alexander’s ex vampire lover. A son that not only the history books will record, but Thomas would grow to be one of the most powerful and well-known Black’s in their long history as leaders. He would be the one to see them through to the start of a completely new age. He would be th
“Rosalie.” Alexander murmurs through his sleep. I find myself fighting to pull my eyes open, my temples banging in my head, threatening to bring on the worst headache imaginable. “Alex?” “Rosa. I’m here.” His voiced sounded stronger now. Although still deeply etched with undertones of fatigue. Managing to pull myself up off of the floor, a hand on my head to try and prevent by brain exploding out of it, I find myself at Alex’s bedside once more. Much to my relief to find him alive and well. Opposite me stood a very confounded healer. His glasses askew as he tried to take stock of Alex’s miraculous change. “I don’t know how this is possible. It’s as if all of your side effects have just disappeared. How is this possible.” He murmured to himself whilst inspecting the wound on Alex’s stomach. Although the wound was still very much there, it did at least look better. The harsh red swelling and putrid discharge had abetted, and it look very much as
Alexander Everything around me was cast into darkness. I couldn’t even see my hand before me as I reached out and tried to feel my way out of the darkness. It shrouded me from every corner, the feeling of repression and bleakness sitting heavy upon my chest. No matter which way I turned, there was nothing to be found, nothing to be heard or felt. Just a never-ending pit of helplessness and that there was something missing inside of me. No matter how much I tried to think what I could be missing, I simply couldn’t work it out. In fact, I was struggling to remember anything at all. Nothing really mattered, all that I could find myself caring about was the emptiness, and the feeling of missing something. “Alex.” A voice called out to me through the nothingness. Looking around myself I tried to work out where the voice had come from. It was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and my heart thrummed
The figure turns towards me with a slowness that chills me to my soul. The mist laying heavily around him so that I could not make out who sits upon the horse. Their leather boot taps the side of the horse gently, pushing the beast to walk forward with impossibly slow steps. Each step closer, only making me even more on edge. “Rosalie?” a voice calls out. My heart stops in my chest, my breathing coming fast. “Shit, they know who we are.” Every inch of my body seizes with fear making it impossible to breath let alone move. Nina’s fight or flight instinct battling within me. She pushes herself to take control, her heightened senses coming into focus as she takes in the figure coming towards us. I turn to make a run for it, only to be held back by Nina. “Will you think rationally for one moment!” she chastises. “Firstly, they are on a horse, there is no way you can outrun them. Secondly, they know who you are
I found myself saddled and ready to ride back to Castle Black within the hour. Having spent moments to ponder what had just happened, I realised that I had no time to waste. It was obvious Veronica’s sudden appearance was no mistake. She was sent by Xavier, just as William had been sent before her. The very fact that she was there at all could only mean that William had failed in his mission. Veronica had been a contingency plan. One that I am sure would also have a plan C. Wolfridge was a hive of day-to-day activity. No one had even been aware of what was happening on the beach below. I was confident that Veronica was not working alone, how she arrived at the secluded beach without anyone noticing was a mystery to me. I could only assume that there were spies amongst us. Both here and in Castle Black. If Veronica knew that William had failed in taking back the werewolf throne, then I would have to assume that so did Xavier. Now that Veronica had also been pu
Veronica Delacour was a name that I definitely hadn’t heard before. I didn’t need to see her clearly to know that the woman standing before me was a vampire. Her mere presence stunk of danger, and the coppery tang of blood hovered over her in waves. Fear spiked in my chest. But I refused to allow her to have an effect on me. I looked the shadowed figure over. “What is it that I have that you could possibly want?” I ask her, silently seeking Nina out from the recesses of my mind. “You have no idea, do you?” She asked me, a sneer evident in her voice. The woman spoke with a heavy accent, accentuating each symbol with a guttural rasp. Her voice was reminiscent of Estelle, only harsher. “No, I don’t, care to enlighten me?” I tried to keep my voice light so as not to show she was having any effect on me. “You poor dear. I almost feel sorry for you.” She took a small step forward and lowered herself onto a rock close by. “How much do you kno
Rosalie It had been a week since we arrived at Wolfridge. And it had been the longest week of my life. For the most part, we had fallen into a routine. But for me, I found myself constantly on edge. We had no way of contacting home. Even the mate bond gave me little comfort. There had been next to no news at all. Bar a few stranglers that had joined us a few days later. The guards that had come with us took residence on the wall that protected us, a constant look out for any sign of danger or a messenger with news from home. Although I could still feel his pull deep in my gut, I physically couldn’t reach him through our connection. Try as I might, the mind-link never seemed to fall into place. And to top everything off, I was now in my ninth week of pregnancy, and I was struggling. The morning sickness was in full swing. My hormones were playing havoc on me. In the
I stood my ground, my feet shoulders width apart as I take in the scene around me. All about me was carnage. Bodies flung lifeless across the battle ground, their life force weeping out from mortal wounds onto the frozen ground. The sound of battle cries echoed through the forest ringing in my ears. Screamed of pain and fear. I was pleased to see that the majority that were scattered around me were rogues and not the men and women of my own people. As much as Silas craved bloodshed, I took no enjoyment out of war, and if there was a way that this could have been avoided, I would much rather take that path. But at the same time my duty remained to my kingdom, and I refused to step aside and allow a dictator to take over. My uncle stood across from me. He chest heaving with each breath he took. His bare chest covered in blood and dirt. I wasn’t sure if the blood was his own or not, but I dearly hoped that it was. “So, Uncle, you have what you came for.