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KEENA Tingles and electricity spread across my skin and I know that I am in the arms of my mate. My eyes flutter open and I see Ward staring down at me with a concerned look on his face. “None of these doors lead to the outside,” I hear someone yell from behind Ward. “Perhaps we need to go to another level.” “There isn’t any time,” Ward yells over his shoulder. “This place is going to fall down around us.” I lift my head up and see the walls around us cracking. The sunlight is beginning to peak through the cracks that are forming in the walls. “What is going on?” I ask as I fight to get out of Ward’s arms. “I killed the High Priestess,” Ward says but there is no pride in his voice. Only panic. “We can’t find our way out of this coven. “I can find our way out,” I spit out. “Where is Evette?” “Evette is gone,” Ward says sadly. “The High Priestess killed her.” A smile spreads across my lips and evil thoughts intrude my mind. “I am the last one left,” I mur
KEENAWard wraps me in his arms to soothe the pain of the new magic rushing through my veins. “It hurts,” I whisper as I nuzzle my nose into Ward’s chest. “I know,” he says as he inhales my scent from my hair. “But James and Emerson are going to get Lyra and she is going to fix this.” I can hear the sounds of the army from outside. They are making sure that there are no more witches hiding in the forest around the coven house. But I know that they are all gone. If there were still witches here I would be able to feel their power. It is as if I can feel everything. I can feel all of Ward’s emotions as if they were my own. As the army members glance in the door of the coven house I can see the concerned looks on their faces. I can feel their unsure emotions drifting through the air, hitting me in the chest. I bury my face in Ward’s chest once again trying to block out the outside world. It is all too much; the looks the emotions, the uncertainty. “Ward?” I lift my chi
KEENA 3 Years Later It has been three years since we returned to Lycan City. It has been three years since the darkness was bound inside of me. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel it itching below my skin begging to be set free. But just as he promised Ward has stayed by my side through everything. Sometimes nightmares wake me up in the middle of the night. Memories of the past haunt me while sleep. Visions of what could have been, if I had kept my magic, plague my mind. When I feel the magic beneath my skin becoming too strong, Ward pulls me close to him and snuggles into my hair. The steady beat of his heart reminds me of why I gave everything up. I gave it up for him. I gave it up to save humanity. “I’m home,” I hear Ward’s voice yelling out for me as he walks through the front door of the little house that my parents gave us on the outskirts of Lycan City. Running to the front of the house, I jump into his arms and he swings me around happily. “How was your fi
Hello My Lovely Readers, I wanted to thank all of you for joining me on this journey. This is definitely the most ambitious book that I have tried to write. I do hope that all of you enjoyed following Keena's story. I do plan on writing a follow-up book to this one that follows Willow's story but it won't be ready for a few months. Once again, thank you all for reading Keena's story. Please don't forget to vote, comment, and leave a review. I couldn't do this without the support of all of you standing behind me. Solange Daye
KEENA I hold the little girl to my chest and rock her back and forth. Ward and I have been trying to have a baby for the past three years. We knew that it was a long shot considering what the witches had done to me. Ward had assured me that he didn’t care if we could have children or not. But I can always see the longing in his eyes when we pass by another couple with a child. “You know that we have to tell Faris,” Ward says and my heart drops. “Can’t we just keep her to ourselves for a while?” I say as I push my bottom lip out in a pout. Willow has her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. “Who is Faris?” She whispers tentatively beside my ear. I glower at Ward before I look back at Willow. “Faris is my brother,” I tell her and her little arms relax around my neck a little bit. “This isn’t a secret that we can keep from Faris,” Ward run his fingers through his dark hair. “We don’t know where she can from. What if someone comes looking for her?” Willow buries
KEENA Kayla is already wrapped around Willow’s little finger. While Willow eats her oversized bowl of ice cream, Kayla promises to take her shopping to get her all of the things that she needs. Tears spring to my eyes while I watch my best friend and my newly found daughter bonding over an enormous bowl of ice cream. Ward and Faris walk into the kitchen, and both of them have unreadable expressions on their faces. Ward walks up beside me and kisses me on my temple before he looks over at Willow. He scoffs loudly when he sees that she is eating nothing but ice cream. “Who gave her ice cream?” Ward asks accusingly. Willow’s blue eyes grow wide with fear and she points in Kayla’s direction while she has a mouthful of ice cream. Kayla shrugs her shoulders and picks up a spoon and begins to eat the ice cream with Willow. “Stop,” I fuss at Ward. “She has never had ice cream before.” Ward lets out a frustrated sigh and mumbles something about needing to eat all of her
KEENAAs we walk up the steps to the Royal Mansion my mother is waiting on the front porch. I had Ward mind link her to let her know that I was coming and why. I don't want to keep explaining the situation in front of Willow. I don't want her to feel more like an outcast than she already does. Willow has her head hidden in my shoulder when we approach my mother and all my mother can see is her golden blonde hair. I can see the excitement twinkling in my mother’s eyes. She has wanted to be a Grandma for years now. “Willow,” I say gently, “I want you to meet my mother, your grandma.”Lifting her little head off of my shoulder, Willow says hello in a meek voice. I don't miss the gasp that leaves my mother’s lips when she finally sees Willow’s face. I know she is thinking what I am. This child looks just like Lilith. My mother quickly wipes the surprise off her face and she smiles at Willow. “Hi,” my mother practically squeals. “I'm Ella but you can call me Grandma if you w
WILLOW Eleven Years Later My arms feel like lead and there is sweat covering every inch of my body. “Again,” my father yells loudly from across the room. “But Daddy, I’m tired,” I whine and stomp my foot a little. “Hit the bullseye and I will let you be done.” He smirks at me. I can’t help but groan in frustration. We have been at this for hours and every day it is the same thing. “Hit the bullseye and I will let you be done.” Those words echo in my brain over and over again as I look at the target that is on the wall, across the room from me. “Today is the day,” I mumble to myself as I roll my shoulders and stretch my neck from side to side. Before I am fully ready I hear the whistle blow and I shoot my father a deathly glare. Two members of the Royal Guard, in their lycan form, come barreling towards me. Taking in a sharp breath, I run towards the first lycan. Kicking him in the stomach I use his course fur to claw my way up his body. His sharp claws scrap again
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