“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
With the residual thoughts of what would become of the future Black family lingering in my mind, the rest of the day went by in a dreary haze. The fact of the matter was I had no idea what would happen to the Black family. When Granny Lou told me the story of the Last Alpha King, she never specified who his Queen was. In fact, now I come to think of it, I wasn’t even sure of when the events of the story were set to take place. She said that the King was hard and ruthless, well I can see that for myself. She also said that Alexander softened with time, and I am yet to see any evidence of that happening. Maybe her story was just that. A story. Surely there was no credence to her words? I was jolted out of my ponderings to the door of our quarters slamming open, and a very drunk Alexander sauntering through it. Trying, and failing to stand straight on his own feet, he takes one step forward only to crash into a sideboard resting to the side of the door.
Alexander My life had been a series of unfortunate events from a young age. I had always been a disappointment to my father who had hoped that that I would take after his own desire to lead. Although the Kingship was never my birth right. As a second son, I could lead my brothers’ armies. Defend the castle and keep our people safe. But I should never have been the one to rule over them. Much to his bitter disappointment, I was more attuned to my mother’s more delicate simplicities. I wanted travel the world and see the things that most only read about in story books. My greatest desire to was to see the west indies and even brave the vast oceans between England and the new world. At the age of thirteen, my father granted me one of my dreams. He allowed me to travel abroad, although not for the reasons I had envisaged. He has decided that it was high time to make me a man. Being sent to Prussia to join
Alexander “Alexander, you need to make a decision on this. It cannot be put off any longer.” My beta huffed out in agitation. I knew I had been as difficult as I could reasonably be on the matter of my marriage. But the fact of the matter was I simply wasn’t ready. “You can tell the council that they can shove their marriage proposition somewhere the s…” “You know very well that will get you nowhere Alex.” He cut in. “They want answers. Your people need and heir, and you are not getting any younger.” He spoke bluntly. Arthur and I had been friends far too long for him to stand on ceremony around me. We spoke openly, if not respectfully. I trusted him more than any other person on this planet. We had been my best friend since childhood. Him along with a small ground of others of our age had wreaked havoc around the castle in the time long before all of this madness ever seemed to be a possibility. He ha
Alexander had been in a particularly dark mood since our drunken exchange. He woke long before the dawn and came to sleep long past nightfall. I was beginning to suspect he was avoiding me on purpose. Though for the life of me I could not work out as to why. The answer came in the form of Alexander himself on a cold and wet afternoon. Lucille and I had not been able to escape for our usual jaunt around the castle, as the rain had been torrential all day. Dark clouds filled the sky casting everything into a depressing gloom. It was the type of weather that got into everything. The very clothes I stood up in felt damp and heavy. The castle was even colder than usual, and the walls slick with condensation. Every fire burnt strong and bright in my chambers. My ladies sitting about the main living room hearth chatting and keeping warm. I on the other hand felt much like the weather, gloomy and depressed. He burst through the chamber doors startling everyon
“You made a mistake in shutting me out Rosalie.” My wolf’s voice echoed through my mind. It was a strange sensation, like being in a large cave, the noise bouncing off of every wall and echoing in every crevice. “I know. I’m sorry, but I was scared. I didn’t know what else to do.” It was the truth. I was eighteen, and I had killed someone. I hated that part of myself. It had been my most deep and darkest secret for ten years now. I had never told anyone what had happened that night. The guilt had eaten me alive for so long, until I found a way to deal with the grief of what I had done. I had told myself that if it wasn’t him, it would have been me. He had no intention of keeping me alive that night. “You could have talked to me Rosalie. I would have helped you.” My wolf seemed sad. Perhaps she was. Afterall, we should have been one, I was supposed to trust her more than any other being. She was me and I was her. “You have helped me. You have been a voice of r
I look at Alexander like he had just grown a second head. “No, you are wrong. If I were an assassin, then I would have known about it.” It sounded like I was more trying to convince myself than him. “Not necessarily.” Alexander drew a weary hand across his face before standing back up to his full height, pulling me with him. He walked us over the fire side and sat me down next to him. “They are ancient, Selene’s own children. They have been forced to do her bidding for millennia. Once every few generations a white wolf might pop up. If anyone finds out what you are Rosalie…. Goddess it doesn’t bare thinking about.” His hands continue to run through his hair, making it stick out in all directions. “No one can know about this. Do you hear me? No one.” His words were forceful and direct. I nod in agreement. Although I still felt confused, and a little shell shocked from finding out that I was not just any werewolf. But I an assassin that the goddess had sent to
My afternoon with Alexander had left me shaken. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his confession. A part of me understood his admittance of not being able to give me his heart. After all, I didn’t love him, if anything I hated him. I was trying my best to get away from him. The mate bond would only go so far before real feelings have to come into the situation. The bond planted the seeds of emotion into your soul, how deep that connection grew was up to you and the one you were destined for. For most, the pull of the bond was irresistible. But for some, like us, the pull was only too easy to resist. For Alexander, he had built up a wall that was much too high to scale since his family’s death. For me, it was more the way Alexander was that made me question our compatibility. That, and the fact I was not meant to live in this time. I had a home, a family and even a man waiting for me back home. There was nothing about Alexander’s world that drew me to stay. My doub
I waited, what felt like an eternity until the sun finally disappeared past the horizon. And then waited some more until the crescent moon was high in the sky casting the world into a gloomy haze below it. The rain had stopped, which I was thankful for. But I knew that the trek to the stones would be long and cold and muddy underfoot. I had spent the rest of the afternoon preparing myself for my journey. Gathering together some small measure of food, and warm clothes. I knew the distance was not far, but I also knew that the landscape would be somewhat different since I left my own time. For most of the journey that I had first taken to castle black all those weeks ago, I only remembered the general direction we took, the finer details like memorising landmarks and knowing which path we took were nothing but a blur. It was going to take time to find the stones. I was thankful that Alexander had chosen tonight to not come back to the room at all. I was careful to hide
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.