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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
KEENA We have been on the run for about two weeks. Skipping from hotel to hotel every couple of days. At the end of each hotel stay I use the phone in the room to check in with my parents. They assure me that they are getting closer to finding the High Priestess and her coven and I will be able to return home soon. Not being within the pack is starting to take its toll on Ward. He is on edge and I know it is because his lycan is itching to go for a run. Now that my lycan is awake again I am beginning to feel the same way. My lycan has been cooped up in the recesses of my mind for so long that she is dying to be set free once again. I spend the majority of the quiet hours during our drive arguing with my lycan about how I am unable to let her free. Over the past weeks my magical powers are slowly becoming stronger. I cannot tell just how strong I am becoming because I have been unable to test my powers. But I can feel the familiar surge of power beneath my fingertips, beg
KEENA Ward and I cuddle together under the tree canopy. The trees are providing little shelter from the frigid winter wind. I don't know how long we were under the trees waiting but it feels like the witches are never going to come. "How much longer do you think we should wait?" Ward asks as he shivers at my side. Just as I am about to answer him the wind picks up and swirls around us. Ward lets go of my arm to shield his face from the icy wind but as soon as he does he disappears from my side. "Ward," I scream over the wind but I can't hear a response over the wind. Raising my hands in the air I swipe them down quickly and the wind disperses around me. The snow that was swirling around me falls to the ground in a perfect circle. The footsteps that Ward and I had left in the snow have now been covered and I don't know my way out of the forest. "Shit," I mumble to myself. "This was a bad idea." "Probably," a voice says as a cloaked figure walks out of the woods.
WARD The pentagram that is glowing red around me begins to crack as an ear piercing scream fills the air. I cup my hands over my ears trying to drown out the sound. The sound of glass shattering catches my attention and I see the windows that surround the circular room breaking under the pressure of the scream. Shielding my eyes from the glass that is flying through the room, I try to look for the origin of the scream. Off to my right I can see Keena standing on the edge of the pentagram with her eyes widened in shock. The shards of glass are suspended in the air as Keena tries to figure out how to control the magic that she created. By the look on Keena's face I can tell that she is panicked and that she needs my help. I no longer feel the strength of the power of the witches holding back my lycan, so I shift seamlessly to help my mate. "I can't control the magic," Keena cries out as if she is in pain. Dropping to her knees, she looks exhausted from the amount of power
WARD I hold my cheek in shock as the Queen rushes to her daughter's side. Keena groans loudly as she tries to roll over on the cold porch of the royal mansion. "What the fuck did you do?" The Queen roars at me. At the sound of the Queen's roar, the King appears at the door. He looks at the scene that is in front of him with a confused look on his face. I can't imagine what it looks like. Keena and I are both mostly naked and covered in bruises from the fight with the witches. Not to mention Keena is rolling around on the front porch in pain. "What the fuck?" The King echoes his mate's words. King Erebus steps forward and pushes me out of the way. He takes one look at his daughter lying on the ground and carries her into the royal mansion. I try to follow them up the stairs but the Queen holds out her arm and refuses to let me pass. "Explain," she says as crosses her arms over her chest. "Can I put on some clothes first?" I ask, suddenly cold and self consciou
Ward The sun shines through the window too early in the morning. I feel like I haven't slept well in months. My eyes squint against the bright light that is shining through the window. Looking to my left I see that Keena is still sleeping peacefully beside me. She hadn't moved an inch all night, but the rise and fall of her chest lets me know that she is still alive. I wipe a piece of her hair out of her face and I notice that there is a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyebrows are knitted together like she is in pain. Pink blush covers her cheeks and her pump red lips are pursed together in a pout. There is something wrong. Laying the back of my hand on her forehead it feels like she is burning up. Panic rises in my chest. She is running a fever. Quickly, I get out of the bed and rush to the bathroom to grab a cool washcloth. I gently place the washcloth on her forehead and her forehead immediately relaxes. I open my mind link to alert the King that his dau
KEENA "Poor little Princess," a distant voice hisses at me. "Failed again," another one says in return. "She will never defeat the High Priestess. She will only put her family in danger." The first voice echoes in my mind. I don't need to open my eyes to know that I will be surrounded by the darkness of the void. Maybe this time Selene will finally take me to the afterlife. I am tired of constantly being in a state of unrest. The slimy tendrils grab at my skin. They wrap themselves around my arms and legs, holding me tightly to the ground. This time I don't try to fight back. I don't care if I am stuck here forever. It is better than being on the run for the rest of my life. "Poor Princess," the tendrils of self doubt hiss at me. "She will never be able to go home." The hisses of self doubt are louder this time. I know it is because the tendrils of the void are right. I am nothing more than a failure. Finally, I let my eyes flutter open and I see that the
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