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Willow POV Osiris steps out of the closet, and I suddenly feel grossly underdressed. He is in a black suit with a light blue shirt underneath. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, giving me a peek at the tattoos that cover his chest. He looks delicious, and I know that I am staring. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot take my eyes off his imposing form. "Are you ready?" He asks as he looks me up and down. "Since you wouldn't let me get my bag out of my car... yes, I am ready," I grumble under my breath. Even though this whole mate thing is a rouse, I would like to make a good impression on the rogue colony. I want them to accept me as one of their own. I need them to trust me so I can figure out what is going on behind the scenes, and I am not sure I can do that in the outfit that I have on. "You mean this bag?" Osiris says with a smirk. "How?" I begin, but Osiris cuts me off. "The how isn't important," he says quickly. "Just hurry up and find something a
Willow POV Stepping out of Osiris's car, I cannot believe what I am seeing. We are in a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Colorado. I was excepting a ghost town. I was not expecting to see the hustle and bustle of people coming and going. Shops are brightly lit with open signs out front. Children run up and down the streets giggling, dragging silver and blue balloons behind them. I stop in my tracks when I look at the literal town square. In the middle of all the shops, restaurants, and offices, there is a large open area with a massive clock in the middle. The whole town square has been decorated with balloons and flowers. Everything is silver and blue. There is a large gathering of people amassed at the clock as if they are waiting for some important announcement. Looking down at my dress, I realize the blue under the lace is the perfect shade to match the decorations. A memory flashes through my mind. "Mom," I say in a small voice. "We should return the dress. I
Willow POV At Osiris words, speakers are wheeled out of the shops, tables are set up around the edges of the town square, and delicious desserts are placed on the tables. Loud music begins to play, and everyone starts mingling and filling their plates. I stand on the stage in silence as I watch the members of the rogue colony joke and laugh with one another. Couples, both young and old, have stepped onto the makeshift dance floor. It is a party, unlike anything I have ever seen before. "Are you ready to meet your new pack?" Osiris whispers next to my ear, causing me to jump. "I... I don't know," I answer honestly. "I have never mingled before." Osiris laughs at my admission. "You are the daughter of the Princess. Surely you have gone to parties before." Not taking my eyes off the people enjoying themselves, I shake my head no. "I was never invited to the events. Mother stopped going when she realized I wouldn't be accepted into Lycan City as one of their own. Father only went out
King Faris POV I walk into the royal mansion that has been passed down through the generations of Lycan Kings. It is late, and all of the Omegas have since retired for the night. My footsteps echo as I walk through the empty mansion. But it wasn't always this way. The mansion used to be full of lycans and werewolves all hours of the day and night. But that was when my mate, Kayla, was still around. That is when things were still normal. It was before a league of assassins were killing in my name and before I began running Chow through the books of the City's businesses secretly. I go to the kitchen to find my dinner in the fridge. It was left for me by one of the Omegas. Placing the plate in the microwave, I sit at the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. It is something that Kayla would have pitched a fit over, but without her here, her rules no longer matter. I hear the soft padding of footsteps coming from behind me, and I don't have to turn around to see who it i
Osiris POV As I dance with the little girl on my feet, I can feel everyone's eyes on me. More specifically, I can feel Willow's eyes on me. Glancing up, I look toward the playground and see Willow watching me with a smile. Only this smile differs from the fake one she has had plastered on her face since she got here. This smile makes her cheeks rosy, and her eyes sparkle. She is definitely enjoying watching me dance with this little girl. I look down at the little girl, and she gives me a sheepish smile. "I know you didn't want to dance with me," she says quietly. I chuckle at her honesty. "What makes you say that?" "Because you keep looking at the new Luna," she says quietly. "Do I?" I play stupid. The little girl nods her head up and down quickly. "You do," she says as she steps off my feet and runs away. I feign heartbreak as the little girl runs away from me and whispers something in Willow's ear. She turns to me with a giggle before running off to find her friends. As if i
Celeste POV "Cordelia," I gasp out in shock. "What have you done?" Cordelia rubs her hand over her tiny round stomach and smiles at Petra and me. "I did what needed to be done," Cordelia answers happily. "We needed a fourth." "Who is the father?" I demand to know, even though I fear the worst. "There is no father," Cordelia says with her head held high. "You can't be serious," I yell at Cordelia. "Please tell me that you didn't summon the dark side of our magic to create a child." "What would you have had me do?" Cordelia shrieks. "Sleep with some random human and hope for a child with powers. This way, we will know she has powers." Petra groans at my side, and panic fills my senses. Our sister has done the unthinkable, and now we must do our best to hide it from the rest of the world. *** "She can't stay here any longer," Petra says as she bounces Seraphina on her lap. Seraphina giggles loudly as Petra plays with her. She doesn't realize we are arguing over h
Willow POV After the scene I caused by thrusting the palm of my hand up into that asshat's nose, Osiris whisked me out of the party. During the car ride home, there was nothing but silence between us. I am sure Osiris is angry at me for putting that rogue in his place. As we get out of the car and head toward the old farmhouse, I can't hold back any longer. "I am sorry I hit that asshole," I apologize. "But you didn't hear the things that he was saying." Osiris spins on his heels and stares at me with his brows knitted together in confusion. "Do you think I am angry at you for putting your hands on one of my pack members?" Standing next to his car, I can't help but feel a little tongue-tied. "Isn't that why you are giving me the cold shoulder?" I demand to know. "I know I shouldn't have hit him, but he asked me for sex. He said that he wanted a taste before you could mate me. I don't know how he knew we haven't had sex yet." My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I think
Willow POV "What do you mean he is far from sated?" I ask as my voice quivers. "King will not be satisfied until you are writhing beneath me," Osiris growls. "But tonight, he will settle for just your satisfaction and a little taste." "I don't understand..." My voice trails off. "Close your eyes, Willow." My name is nothing more than a whisper on his breath. I snap my eyes closed at his quiet command and hear him chuckle. "Good girl," he says, and I feel the bed dip beside me. Good girl? I think to myself. I would have never allowed anyone to call me anything of the sort in the past. It would imply I am under someone else's command. But the words sound damn good on his lips. "Hands up," he issues another command. Keeping my eyes closed tight, I hold my arms above my head. Fear runs through my veins as Osiris takes my hands in his. His fingers trace along the seams of my gloves, but he doesn't try to remove them. He pins my wrists above my head and holds me in place. His other h
Willow POV Faris's body floats to the middle of Lycan City Lake, just like his father before him and his grandfather before that. Horns play loudly, signifying the beginning of the lighting ceremony. I watch from a distance as the leader of the Royal Guard raises his hand in the air, and three archers light the tips of their arrows with flames. The leader lowers his hand, and the arrows fly into the air before hitting their mark. As Faris's body is engulfed in flames, I find myself shedding a tear. Not for the man Faris was at the end of his life, but for the man he was before I became his assassin. The uncle who would sneak me out of my house with his mate and feed me ice cream before dinner. The uncle who never missed a school event and treated me like his own flesh and blood even though I was not. Liz pulls at my black dress and looks up at me with her bright green eyes. "Are you okay?" She whispers, pulling my attention away from the end of my uncle's ceremony. "I'm
Willow POV As I watch Endora’s ashes fly away, the runes on my back begin to burn. It feels like someone has poured salt on an open wound. I drop to my knees and claw at my skin through my shirt. My mother and Cordelia rush to my side, ripping my shirt off my body. I look at the runes on my arms, and they are glowing bright red. “What is happening?” I cry out in pain. “Since Endora has been killed, your link to the Coven of the Lunar Star is broken,” Cordelia tries to smile even though I am in pain. “The magical bindings they put on your skin are breaking down.” “They are disappearing?” I ask as I attempt to get to my feet, but my knees buckle under my weight. Exhaustion has finally caught up with me. Wincing through the pain, I look at Faris lying beside me. His face looks peaceful like he is sleeping. I look around me, and all of the fighting has stopped. Faris’s Royal guards must have felt this tether to the pack break when he died. Now they are all on bended knee
Willow POV My two-hour training session turned into five hours. By the time Cordelia is done with me, my arms feel like jello. My feet drag as I walk from the training area back to the farmhouse. I am exhausted, and I cannot wait to crawl into bed for a few hours before Osiris wakes me. As I approach the farmhouse, my heart sinks. A group of rogue warriors is already gathered outside of the farmhouse. Osiris is standing on the porch giving them a speech. When he sees me, he raises his hand and gestures for me to join him. Mumbling obscenities under my breath as I approach Osiris, I realize I am not getting my nap. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I stand beside Osiris. Osiris wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him. My fake smile turns into a real one as I feel the tingles of the mate bond spread throughout my skin. Osiris's shoulders relax as I nuzzle into his side. He wraps his arm tightly around my waist and continues his speech. "We were att
Faris POV I leave Natacha sleeping in my bed. Her new mark shimmers under the morning light shining into the room. I had expected her mark to match the one I had given Kayla, but it is different. A beautiful rose blooming under a full moon now resides on her neck. Natacha had been more than willing to accept my mark. The lovemaking between us had been patient and gentle. I was worried about hurting the pup that grows within her. But when it came time for Natacha to mark me in return, I couldn't let it happen. It felt too much like I was replacing Kayla. Natacha pretended she understood, but I could feel her pain through the bond between us. She was disappointed. Pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I head into the office that adjoins my bedroom. Sitting down at my desk, I begin to make plans on when and how to attack the rogue camp. But my heart isn't in it. Now that I know I have an heir, nothing else seems to matter. It all feels petty. "Why shouldn't I let
Willow POV After much negotiation with the doctor, he finally agrees to let me leave the hospital. The wound on my neck is almost healed. I have not been brave enough to look at it. I don't want to see the damage that Osiris has done to me. After taking a shower in the tiny hospital bathroom, I open the bag of clothes that Osiris brought me from the farmhouse. I roll my eyes when I see a pair of bright red lace panties and a matching bra. Sticking my head out of the bathroom, I hiss at Osiris. "You couldn't have brought something more comfortable?" There is a mischievous grin on his face. "They looked comfortable to me," he chuckles. I shut the door in frustration, and I begin to pull on the leather pants and black t-shirt. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and walk back out into the hospital room. But there is no one in there. I peek out of my hospital room and see nurses and doctors frantically running toward the entrance of the hospital. I can hear the sounds of
Faris POV It is the wee hours of the morning when I finally return to the royal mansion, but the mansion is already buzzing with activity. I quietly slip past all of the Omegas who have already started their morning chores. I go upstairs and past the room that Natacha is staying in. Her scent of lavender and roses is wafting through the door. She barely smells like a rogue anymore, and I wonder if it is because she is carrying my child. Slowly, I turn the doorknob, and I am surprised to find it is unlocked. The door opens with a slight creek, causing me to cringe. I consider walking away, but curiosity draws me further into her room. Natacha is sleeping peacefully. I have to admit she is beautiful. Not as beautiful as my Kayla, but still beautiful nonetheless. Tiny puffs of breath leave her full lips as she sleeps. She is sleeping in an oversized t-shirt. A smile crosses my lips when I realize the t-shirt is one I had left behind at her apartment. The t-shirt has ridd
Osiris POV Ella grabs my hand and teleports back to the hospital. The wind swirls in the sky as the witch sisters appear out of nowhere beside us. I am unsteady on my feet as the world comes back into focus. "I don't think I will ever get used to that," I grumble as I choke back the vomit rising in my throat. "You will get used to it over time," Ella says as she gently rubs my back. I shrug off Ella's hand and turn to the four witches. "We don't have time to lose," I say. "We need to get to Willow." Once I have regained my balance, I head into the hospital with the witches following behind me. As we walk through the halls, people scatter away from me and the women walking with me. Whispers follow us through the corridors. Many of my pack members have not seen so many witches together in one place, and their eyes follow us as we make our way to Willow's hospital room. As we approach Willow's room, the doctor is waiting for us. He looks the witches up and down before o
Faris POV Natacha follows me into the royal mansion, keeping her head down. As we walk through the mansion, I can hear the whispers coming from the Omega servants. They are wondering why I have willingly brought a rogue into Lycan City. My personal Omega, Jessica, is leaving my bedroom when I reach the top floor of the royal mansion. Her face blushes deeply when she looks at me but quickly disappears when she lays eyes on Natacha. Jessica's nose wrinkles as she catches Natacha's rogue scent, and a scowl tugs at her lips. "How can I help you, Your Highness?" Jessica says with a fake smile spread across her face. "This is my close friend, Natacha. I need you to set her up in the room next to mine," I instruct Jessica. Jessica doesn't try to hide her displeasure at the thought of a rogue staying within the royal mansion, but still, she gestures for Natacha to follow her down the hall. Natacha hesitates to follow the young Omega. "Are you coming with me?" She asks nervou
Osiris POV A headache is pulsating at the back of my skull as the doctor tells me the damage that Willow sustained to her neck when I tried to remark her. I know I should be listening to what he has to say, but the only thing I can hear is the steady beep of the machines coming from her room. To me, those are the only sounds that matter because they are the only indication that she is still alive. My eyes wander past the doctor to the room filled with Willow's family. Her adopted father, mother, and grandmother are all surrounding her. They are all wearing identical faces of worry, and it is all my fault. I couldn't have known what would happen when I tried to remark her, but I should have known we got away too easily. I should have known that the witches had something more sinister in store. Guilt fills my brain as I think about what I have done. My mate is fighting for her life because I was determined to make her mine again. "Alpha?" The doctor interrupts my thoughts.