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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
WARD I have been laying beside Keena for three days. Only getting up to use the bathroom. I haven't even taken the time to shower. The King and the Queen keep trying to convince me that she will wake up soon and I need to be well rested when she does wake, but I don't want to leave her side. I remember what it felt like to wake up with her by my side and I don't want her to go through that. "Princess... Keena... I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I want you to know that I love you. I thought your plan was perfection and I am sorry that it didn't work the way that you wanted it to. Please come back to me." I gently shake her shoulders but she still doesn't move. I hear someone at the door of Keena's room and I turn around to see Kayla standing with her arms crossed over her chest. "It stinks in here," she says as she walks into the bedroom. She leans in and takes a whiff of my hair. "It is you. You are stinking up the joint." "Shut up, Kayla," I grumble at
KEENA Ward nuzzles his nose in my neck and inhales deeply. "I don't want to think about that right now," he says as he cuddles next to me. But then he sets up in the bed and looks at me in confusion. "How did you know?' I shrug my shoulders. "The Moon Goddess came to me in a dream of sorts," I tell him. "She said that our mate bond would be tested." "Huh," Ward says as he leans backwards on the headboard of the bed. "The Moon Goddess came to me before you claimed me as your mate." I look at Ward with a shocked look on my face. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I didn't want you to feel any pressure to pick me as your mate," Ward says quietly. "Have I ever told you that you are perfect?" I tell him as I snuggle into his chest. "I am not the perfect one in our relationship," Ward laughs. "We should probably tell your parents that you are awake." "Mhm," I hum into his chest. "I just want to sit here with you for a few moments and pretend like we aren't bein
KEENA Ward stands with his body pressed against my own, with his hands firmly placed on my ass. I laugh at his statement that he is just helping to hold me steady. Ward has made it more than clear, on several occasions, that he is an ass man. "I think I am steady enough now," I tell Ward as I try to back away from him. "I don't want you to fall," he says as he digs his fingers into my ass to keep me from backing away from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tiptoes. I kiss him gently on his lips before I hug him tightly. "If this is going to be our last day together I want to spend it with you as my mate." "Keena," Ward finally pulls away from me slightly. "I worry that you aren't feeling up to it. You haven't eaten in three days." "Then I guess I better fill myself up," I say as seductively as I can. Reaching between Ward and I, I stroke his cock. Ward growls in frustration but I refuse to let go. Even through his protest, Ward's cock grows q
KEENA I sit with my legs curled into my stomach and my arms wrapped tightly around them. My eyes do not stray from Ward as he moves through our bedroom packing different items into a small duffle bag. My vision is blurred through all of the unshed tears in my eyes. I don't want the last memory of Ward to have of me is me crying my eyes out over him leaving. Ward does a final once over in the room and lets out a sigh. "I think that is everything." There is a deep sadness in his voice that I can't ignore. I blink quickly and the unshed tears in my eyes begin to stream down my cheeks. Quickly I try to wipe them away but I am not fast enough. Ward has seen me crying. "This isn't goodbye," he reminds me for the hundredth time. "This is just a see you later." I want to beg him to stay. I want to grovel at his feet and beg him to take me with him. But I made a promise to the Moon Goddess that I would trust her plan for me. So, I sit on the bed and remain quiet because
WARD The flight to Egypt is a silent and awkward one. Otto insisted that I sit with him in the cockpit. I spent the majority of the fifteen hour flight fighting off sleep and watching Otto flip switches on the dash of the plane. The farther I get away from Keena the more my heart hurts. With each passing hour it feels like a knife is being stabbed into my heart. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I think about her. Blinking a few times quickly I try to keep the tears from running down my face. Otto doesn't appear to be the type that would understand why another man is crying. "It hurts doesn't it," Otto finally breaks the silence between us. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Being away from your mate," Otto states. "It hurts." I guess I hadn't been hiding my feelings as much as I thought I was. "It does," I admit, "but I am told that it gets easier." "That's a damn lie," Otto says gruffly. "The pain never goes away, you just become more numb to it after
WARD I keep my eyes on the sky as the sun sets over the desert, the moon rises high in the sky. The sand shimmers in the moonlight, casting shadows across the dunes. The air is still, and the only sound comes from the soft rusting of the palm trees in the distance. Otto and I landed in Egypt three days ago. As much as Otto was supposed to be my guide he doesn't seem to know his way around. He has yet to offer any helpful information. He simply follows me around through the desert telling me that if the members of the Kingdom of Anubis want me to find them they will make themselves known. "How do they even know that we are here?" I ask Otto. “How do we even know that we are on their territory?” "The Kingdom of Anubis doesn't miss anything that happens within their territory," Otto explains. "They know that we are here. They are just watching and waiting to see if you are a threat." I roll my eyes at Otto and wish that King Erebus had a better contact than Otto. I just want to
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