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KEENA Gerald pulls up to Ward's childhood home and puts the car in park. I try to open the back door of the car but he must have turned the childproof locks on. I look over at Ward and he is still knocked out. His breathing is ragged. Shaking him by the shoulder I try to wake him up but it is of no use. Whatever came through the vents of the car was too strong. "What did you do to him?" I ask Gerald. "He will be fine," Gerald says shortly. "Just a small amount of wolfsbane." "You poisoned your own son?" I gasp. "I told you that we needed to talk to you without Ward present," Gerald says quietly. "It would be better if you didn't run." A memory flashes through my mind and vomit rises in my throat. The last time someone told me not to run it was Jarek. I nod my head up and down, unable to speak. Gerald rolls down the windows of his car before getting out and removing his mask. Walking to my door Gerald hesitantly opens it. I look back at Ward before I climb
WARD Once again my mind feels hazy as I wake up. I am still sitting in the back of my father's car but Keena and my father are missing. I look around the empty suburban streets and realize that we are parked just outside of my childhood home. I pull on the door handle and that's when I realized that I am locked in. Anxiety surges through my stomach as I try to get out of the car. Why else would I be locked in unless my mother and father are torturing Keena. I reach out through the mate bond but I am still hit with a wall. Her lycan must still be sleeping. I know that has left her defenseless. Bracing myself in the backseat, I kick through the window and crawl out. I quickly wipe the glass off my clothes, not caring how it digs into the flesh of my hands. I race up the front steps of my old home and test the doorknob. It swings open with ease and I can hear voices coming from the kitchen. I slowly walk down the hall, trying to listen to the conversation that is being h
KEENA The paper hospital gown scratches against my skin and crinkles loudly in the silent room but I don't notice. I am numb. I know that the doctor sitting at my bedside is telling me something important. He places a bottle of pills in my hands and I just look at them. I haven't heard the instructions on how to take them. Turning my head I look at Ward. He is holding onto my free hand and squeezing it tightly, trying to assure me that everything is going to be okay. Ward is listening carefully to the doctor and they are trying to work out a plan. I, on the other hand, am memorizing every line in his face. I am watching the way his brow furrows while he is thinking and how his eyes light up when he thinks a certain treatment may work. His beard has grown out and unkempt. He keeps rubbing his fingers over his chin ruffling it up. His peppermint scent fills the air and I inhale deeply. I want to remember everything about him, before it is too late. I need to remember
WARD The tension is thick in King Erebus's office. I know that the King wants to yell at me for putting his daughter at risk once again but he is holding back because of the news that we got from the doctor. As soon as Keena and I got home from the hospital I carried her up the stairs and put her straight to bed. I know that she wants to speak to my mother but I don't think that is the best idea right now. Keena is far too vulnerable right now and I don't know what my mother is capable of. There is no way that I would put Keena in danger once again. "What exactly did the doctor say?" The King asks me. "He said that her reproductive organs were damaged by whatever the poison was. It is likely that she won't be able to have children of her own." My voice is monotone as I explain what his daughter has been put through. "Any chance they could tell you what the poison was?" King Erebus's eyebrows furrow together in concern. I shake my head no. "They are running some bl
WARD My mother begins to laugh manically. "You think you are the only Lycan King in this world." The King scoffs so loudly that it echoes through the dungeons. "You don't think I know that this isn't the only Lycan Kingdom in the world? There are lycans all over the world. Of course we are not the only Lycan Kingdom." My mother looks slightly shocked at the King's admission but she quickly wipes her face of any emotion. "Then you must know that many of the lycans across the world would disagree with your stance on how we hide from the humans." "You don't think I know that," King Erebus shouts loudly. "That is why there is an international council that oversees all of the Kingdoms. What you are wishing for will never come to pass. The council and I are in agreement." "Humans are the lesser of the creatures that live in this world. One day they will need to be put in their place." My mother crosses her arms over her chest and glares in my direction. "I am done here
KEENA My father watches me carefully as I pace back and forth on his office rug. Ward isn't here and my father refuses to tell me where he has gone. Only that he will be back shortly. "You are going to ruin my rug," my father says with a chuckle. "Can you please calm down?" Turning around I glare in my father's direction. "Maybe I could calm down and sit if you would just tell me where Ward is." "I told you," my father breathes out in frustration. "It is a personal matter." I scoff loudly. "Since when are things personal between mates?" "Since today," my father says grumpily. Just as I am about to begin fussing at my father again when the door opens and Ward strolls in. I don't miss the bandage that is wrapped around the crook of his elbow. "What happened?" I say as I cross my arms over my chest. "Just some routine blood work," Ward says but he won't meet my gaze. I breathe heavily in and out while I look between my father and Ward. "Fine," I finally s
KEENA "Absolutely not," I scream. "I am not leaving, I refuse to run." "Don't think of it as running," my mother tries her best to reason with me. "Think of it as protecting the rest of Lycan City from another rogue attack." "So I am just supposed to run to the Red River Pack and put them in danger?" I scoff. "They are far less equipped to deal with these kinds of attacks. There has to be a better solution." My mother draws her bottom lip in between her teeth and I can see that she is deep in thought. She knows as well as I do that sending Ward and me to another pack is not the answer. "She's right," my mother finally says. "Sending them both to another pack would only serve to put that pack in danger. You would have to live among the humans." My eyes widen in shock. "Are you suggesting that I turn rogue?" My voice becomes high pitched and nervous. "Keena, You are a human," my father finally butts in. "The only one that would be at risk from going rogue woul
KEENA Snow is falling lightly as we cross out of the borders of Lycan City. Ward keeps checking the rearview mirror as if he is expecting someone to find us. I press my head against the cool window of the black car as it runs quietly down the road. It is a lot different than Ward's mustang and I find myself missing it. "Where is your mustang?" I ask curiously. Ward's knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. "It is too noticeable. We had to leave it behind." "Oh," I say quietly. I lay my head back against the window and watch the snow fall. It would truly be a beautiful sight if I wasn't so ridden with anxiety at the moment. The amulet hums against my skin and the feeling is making me tired. I close my eyes and let the hum lull me off to sleep. I open my eyes and find myself within the darkness of the void once again. There is a light shining ahead of me and I know that Lilith will be waiting for me. The slimy tendrils of self doubt are lapping at my skin. They b
Hello Lovely Readers! Firstly, let me say thank you for reading both the Lycan King's Rejected Daughter and the Lycan King's Assassin. I appreciate all of your support. Secondly, The Lycan King's Assassin is getting its own book. Any new updates will be posted here and in the new book as well. That way, you do not have to pay twice for the same content. Thirdly, I heard what you said, and I would love to give you all a few more chapters of Osiris, WIllow, Liz, and the baby. As I said above, those chapters will be posted in both places. Thank you all so much for your love and support, Solange Daye
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