***Author's Note:Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone.Books are as follows:Book 1: P.S You're My MateBook 2: She's My MateBook 3: I'm His MateBook 4: His Warm-Blooded MatePlease remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment!_________________________________________SYLVAINFor as long as I could possibly remember I have been enamored by the concept of the mate bond. I found myself drawn to the way people described it as if their entire world suddenly revolved around that one person. As if their heart beat solely for the one they were mated to. As if their breaths filled their lungs because of their mated half. As if nothing bad could harm them because their fated half blanketed them from the clutches of danger.There was a morbid aspec
TANIAFrom darkness is born light.From wings of ruin,From a child of the moon,From throne to throne. Golden and not white.A new era.A queen will be born. A queen will unite.A prophecy foretold,For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,so born is light.I replayed those words in my head. A poem — a prophecy — mother's told their babes at night to lull them. It was a prophecy from a mighty oracle during the times of the Old World. A time that had long since passed. Many had forgotten that the words were meant to warn us of the future. It had become a folk tale to our kind.To me, it was more.My parents may not have gifted me much now, but when I was still a babe that showed no signs of her dark power, they adored me. Tiana, my mother and the woman I was so clearly named af
SYLVAIN I rubbed at my chest as if it would alleviate the building ache there. It was something that was becoming a part of me. I didn't necessarily like it but I learned to appreciate it because it let me know that Tania was fine, wherever she was. My back still burned with phantom pain. I knew we were linked, so what was phantom pain to me, was real pain to her. I tried not to worry about it too much but my mind always drifted back.Was she being tortured? Punished maybe? Maybe she escaped and ran into some other kind of trouble? So many scenarios ran through my mind and I had no clue how to put myself at ease.There were times I could feel a gentle tug at my chest as if the bond was something tangible. As if she was tugging at the bond. I knew we weren't fully mated so the bond wasn't as strong however, those were the times I sent calming, soothing waves of tranquility and safety down the bond —
SYLVAINI was a light sleeper, always had been. So, when an unrecognizable scent filled my room and had my hackles rising, my sleep easily broke but I didn't stir. I kept my breathing even and waited for the stupid fuck that had the bright idea of sneaking up on me to get within arms reach. The floorboards let out a barely audible squeak beneath the person's weight and I knew, whoever it was, was coming at me from the right. I lay on my stomach with my hands beneath my pillow, so when my nails gradually elongated into claws, the person didn't know.I knew when they reached my bed because they were foolish enough to sit on the edge, shifting the weight. That was when I shot up, coiled my fingers around their throat, and slammed them down onto the mattress beneath me, effectively pinning them with a low growl.A hand instantly flew to my own neck, tightening with enough force to cut my air. I glared down at
TANIAI sat on the floor of my childhood bedroom with my knees hugged to my chest while rocking back and forth. My gaze had latched onto the painting of wings on the wall and it hadn't faltered since. This was a special type of torture. Not physical but psychological. They were mocking me, reminding me that I no longer had wings of my own as if the sharp stabs of pain emanating from my back weren't enough.My father had retrieved me from the cell after a day. He had been the one to bring me food and he had been the one to note that I ate not even a single morsel. Zephyr thought that bringing me here would help me. It did the opposite. It led me deeper into the darkness of my mind, allowing them to feed off my misery until I felt nothing. Not the cold of the room at nightfall. Not the heat of the sun when a sliver of sunlight caressed my skin. Not joy or pain or loss. I just didn't feel.It could have been
TANIAHe stayed with me as I ate, making sure I finished at least half the portion of mash, chicken, and peas that were brought up to us. Then, he ushered me into bed, jaw ticking mercilessly each time I winced at the sharp pain that lashed my back with every small movement. I laid on my side, ignoring the electrical current that shot through my body when his skin made minimal contact with mine.Using the tips of his fingers, Sylvain shifted my white locks off my forehead and tucked them behind my ear. His smile was gentle and it had my gut twisting because I knew, if it weren't for the stupid bond that wolves had between mates — the same bond that was inflicted on us — he wouldn't have been here now offering me that gentle smile.Some wolves couldn't wait to find their mates, from what I had learned, most didn't share the sentiment like me. I didn't like the idea of someone dictating my life a
TANIA I curled up at the bay window, hugging my knees to my chest, and glared at the gray clouds that hid the sun. My ears were trained on the sound of pelting water as Sylvain took a shower in the adjoining bathroom. My father had brought some clothes for him to wear and permitted him to use the forest within the wards whenever he needed to shift as long as he left our people alone. I was learning that Sylvain could be very compliant if it meant keeping the people he cared for happy. He could read a room and act accordingly, never making someone feel uncomfortable. The sound of the shower shutting off had me fumbling on a loose thread of the hoodie I wore. It was loose so it wouldn't brush against my back. My gaze didn't waver from the dull clouds when I heard Sylvain amble into the room with a growl vibrating the back of his throat. He seemed to have woken up in a bad mood and I knew better to get on his nerves when I
SYLVAIN One of the many guards in and around the estate led me to the library Zephyr and Tiana had beneath their home. The place was huge and the scent of dust, old paper and leather, ink, and wood filled the room. Tall walls were made of stone with veins grown with magic clinging to them—every vine had a vibrant flower which allowed an undertone of something sweet to longer in the air. I stuffed my curled fists into my sweatpant's pockets and clamped my molars shut so they wouldn't stutter against the cold draft. There were no windows, just ever-burning flames placed strategically across the vast expense of the library to offer a warm glow whilst keeping the books protected from their heat. It was beautiful and it made me feel almost envious that they had this sort of magic to bend to their will. For a brief moment, I almost understood how Tania must have felt. She gr
SYLVAIN"What do you mean you can't find her?" My voice bellowed through the forest, sending the birds in the trees fleeing for safety, "you had one job, one fucking job, and you messed it up!""Don't blame me," Tane raised his hands in mock surrender, unfazed by my blowout. By now, he was well accustomed to them, "it's not easy to keep up with someone who has wings.""If her mother finds out we've lost her, we're both dead. We might as well start making our gravestones now," I grumbled as I ruffled my mop of ginger curls in frustration. I loved my daughter, I really did. She was five now and at that age where she loved going on adventures even if it meant wandering off on her own. She knew the rules though—never leave the magical wards protecting the pack. However, now that she had learned to summon her wings at will, she was getting more and more difficult to contain. As much as I loved my daughter, though, she gave me a shit tone of stress. "Come on, Xena, this isn't funny. Stop
TANIAI spent the better half of this week getting to know the pack more, their schedules, how each individual member had a role in the pack, how they operated and trusted one another implicitly. It was vastly different from how fae worked.Fae lived in cities but, just like human cities, we were independent. We did not rely on one another and most certainly did not all play a role the way wolves did. For wolves, each and every member in their pack was family which they were willing to die for. There was something so pure about it. Pure enough to have guilt riddle the very essence of my being each time I remembered what I had done to them. Whenever that happened, Sylvain was always there to placate me. He reminded me of how far I had come from that power-hungry girl who sought out blind revenge. He reminded me that I had changed for the better and he played a hand in that change. I watched Sylvain from outside the wards I had placed along his pack's borders—our pack. He was animated
SYLVAINI watched Tania as she made her rounds around the clearing, networking and getting to know the people of my pack—our pack. For someone who wasn't in her element, she looked at home. Her lips were curled upward in an inviting, warm smile, and each person she spoke with left with a reciprocating smile on their face. She managed to thaw out most of the unease that we stepped into when the night began, gradually gaining the trust and confidence of everyone around her the way she had gained that pup's trust by helping him with his magic. Tania looked the picture of perfection. Even after I ravished her and left her sated, leaving her with a glow from the aftermath, she looked breathtaking. Her hair had come loose so she opted to leave it down in white waves that brushed her waist each time her hips moved. She was so beautiful it felt like a privilege to just glance in her mere direction and she was all mine. From those dark eyes to her pale skin. From her forbidden thoughts to the
TANIAI smoothed my clammy palms down the silky material of the black dress I wore. It fitted my figure like a second skin with a low-cut front starting from thin spaghetti straps. The back of the dress was left open, hitched right above my tailbone while the skirt flowed elegantly to the ground. Two thigh-high slits gave the dress an extra bit of spice while also making the material breathable and easy to walk in. It was a gorgeous dress that shimmered each time it caught and held the light thanks to the soft material. My white hair was pinned up and braided at the top with ringlets of hair popping out. I had naturally wavy hair so I had to use a ton of hairspray to keep the curls in check. One of the she-wolves who had helped dress me told me to leave my mark open for everyone to see. It wasn't just a claim to them. It was so much more and it was meant to be proudly worn, not hidden away. I had no qualms with that especially considering how much I liked the black set of wings on my
TANIA"It's done," I announced, dropping my hands and leaving them to flail at my sides. In order to cast the glamour around the pack I needed to tap into the magic I had siphoned from Kali before killing her. It didn't take much out of me but, the more I used from that well, the lesser it became with no way of replenishing it. I liked the feeling of magic crackling at my fingertips and coursing through my veins but it would soon run out and all that would remain was a dark, hollow void that I'd ache to fill. It was a simple spell involving cardinal magic. Most fae with elemental magic also possessed cardinal magic and was able to perform glamour spells. I wasn't most fae. Witches had access to all kinds of magic, each type slightly more powerful than the last. I learned to wield each type of magic from Kali's granddaughter, whenever the witch permitted me to siphon from her. Most times, I siphoned and practiced on my own. Due to that, I knew how to perform a glamour spell by the ba
SYLVAIN"The pack is anxious about this morning's meeting," Tane announced as he entered my office, "it's caused a buzz. Everyone is talking about it. Including pups. It's so weird. They weren't even in such a craze when that whole thing with Alpha Quade happened.""I don't blame them," I sighed in exasperation. Exhaustion weighed my muscles down. Tania and I had only gotten a maximum of two hours of sleep. It was partially my fault paired with jet lag. I had this insatiable need for her that I wanted to constantly sate. Stifling a yawn behind a fist, I said, "there have been a lot of changes in a short period of time. Having a faerie as a luna is going to be a drastic change for them.""There was a time when we had a human as a Luna, that may have been before my time but it happened and if they could adapt to that, then they can adapt to this," Tane supplied with the confidence I severely lacked at this moment. I felt as if I spoke a big game, but now that push came to shove, I was
TANIA"You're leaving again?" Came Sylvain's father's incredulous voice. It boomed with authority that whipped around him like an energy shield, making him sound just as dangerous as he looked—and he looked a spitting image of Sylvain bar the ginger ringlets and the porcelain complexion that his son had inherited from his mate. I stood awkwardly under Sylvain's gaze as he pinned me in place. His eyes never wavered and I couldn't find the courage to break the connection because he was my safe place right now. My throat worked but my cowardly nerves had a ball lodging itself in my throat, making it difficult to even feed my lungs with the oxygen they needed. "I still have a few things I need to take care of so I need to go back," it was as if he was trying to assure me that he didn't plan on sending me back alone as if that thought had plagued me even once. It never did, though. Trusting him was now a knee-jerk reaction. It was a reflex I knew would follow me till my last days. "Wha
SYLVAIN "Ready?" I asked Tania as I collected the duffle she grasped tightly within white fists. As soon as she was packed and ready to go we made our way to the clearing. Considering I hadn't brought anything with me and most of the clothes I wore here were bought here, I decided to leave them behind. They would be useful when I returned—and I did plan on returning. "I should be asking you that," her pale lips twitched into a shaky smile. Throwing her duffle over my shoulder as if it didn't weigh a thing—I was surprised by how little she packed, to begin with—I shrugged, "I have a theory that I want to test out.""What theory?" She cocked her brow at me in question and narrowed her gaze as if trying to decipher the thoughts running through my head. "Well, it's only when you use the shadows around me that my beast gets suppressed. So, I wanted to know if they would still suppress my beast if it had full control. You've never tried this whole teleportation thing with me being in m
TANIAI reluctantly peeled my eyelids open as I blindingly threw my arm across the bed. Only, instead of the limb resting over a warm, hard body, it landed on smooth, silky, cold sheets. This had me blinking my eyes rapidly, forcing my exhaustion away so I could focus on reality. Propping myself up on an elbow, I glared at the empty space next to me where Sylvain was meant to be. It had been so long since I had woken up to an empty bed. I hated not being able to start my morning off by seeing his mop of unruly ginger curls paired with his crooked, tired grin. After the meeting last night, we had come straight home and made our way to the library to see Zora. She was already waiting for us when we returned as if she knew we would be coming to her. It didn't take much convincing when it came to protecting the treaty. She was eager to assist us, filling in the role of protector as easily as she had done all these years. I believed everyone—be it human, werewolf, or even fae—had a calli