Pellethia blinked for a second before she skipped over the formalities to the more pressing matter at hand, ‘Aunt Lucy, Ella is here. In the castle. She said the next location the hybrids are planning to move to is most likely Bordure.’
Lucianne held her breath as Pellethia continued, ‘She doesn’t seem to be lying. And she’s probably betraying the hybrids because the children are falling ill. She kept emphasizing the need to end this before any little ones die. Octavia and I are leaving for Bordure now. We’re bringing Rafael, Amber and anyone else at our disposal. Aunt Lucy, should you see the hybrids first…please don’t engage in battle until we get there.’
A sudden howl echoed through the air, the kind of howl that wolves and lycans used to warn each other about an incoming attack. Lucianne’s head turned to where the team of ten
Will Chong ultimately give in to Saxum?
Saxum glared at Chong, who was standing right next to him. Saxum replied, ‘We have the chemical to overpower the King’s Authority. They have nothing to challenge that. That’s why they’re asking us to give in, Chong!’‘What if the Queen’s Authority overp—’‘Look at them!’Chong did. The king and queen looked like a very close couple, a very devoted couple, one that would put each other’s lives before their own.Saxum linked him again, ‘She. Won’t. Kill. Him.’‘But should he kill her?’ Chong questioned in dismay. He wouldn’t mind if Regina killed
The thirty decipio-proditors who were given the capsules created by the triplets stood safely in the high branches of the trees as they manipulated the Lycan King. The shield that the King’s Authority created for the lycans and werewolves was torn down with the king losing focus and control over his own power and autonomy. “Fuck.” Greg muttered when he and the others felt the protection from his cousin vanished. “Got that right.” Juan, who was right behind him, agreed. Saxum managed to crawl out of the king’s hostage when his elbow was healed, and he watched how the toughest animal in the kingdom was struggling to fight off the manipulation effects, internally cursing the triplets for not improving the chemical enough to take control of the king from the very first sec
Christian ignored the way Greg was describing his best friend because he was focusing on sprinting towards Xandar. Greg tripped Xandar just in time, and Christian pinned his knees to the ground. A fortis-vigil came to pin Xandar by his left arm while Greg placed his full weight on Xandar’s right arm. Greg was beginning to question the Moon Goddess’s intelligence and rationality when she decided to strengthen a creature with the mate-bond. Did she even consider such circumstances? Even with three of them holding the Lycan King, they could feel that Xandar would eventually break free. When Greg saw Christian’s eyes going to Lucianne before glazing over, he immediately linked him first, ‘Don’t even think about hastening her, Blackfur. She’s already trying as hard as she can.’
Lucianne kept a safe distance from Xandar, trying to come up with a plan as he growled at her. Xandar then linked his late father in a low, homicidal tone, ‘Tell me where she is, or I’ll kill you and mom.’ That was when he realized something was off. There was nothing at the other end of the link. And it was even more odd that he wasn’t detecting his father’s scent. He was smelling something…unusual, beautiful. Butterfly pea and jasmine. Despite being manipulated, he knew of only one creature who had that scent, and his mood instantly softened with that realization. ‘Xandar, darling,’ Lucianne linked him gently as she took slow steps towards him. When Xandar saw his father approaching him, he snarled in defense to keep him at a distance. Lucianne backed away, and he re
It didn’t take as much force to mentally invade those without the king’s strength and power, but the situation still annoyed the proditors because most of their victims were shutting their eyes and refusing to follow through with what they wanted them to do. They began putting fake sounds into the manipulations just to get their victims to move towards a particular direction. Everyone ended up running into trees and each other rather than letting the fabricated knowledge make them give into their urge to attack and kill. Some of those who were manipulated by more skillful decipios did end up attacking Lucianne and Xandar, who had to watch each other’s backs as they tried to channel their Authorities again. Right before one sneaky discretus-hybrid could plunge its
Lucianne and the others arrived, and they felt an energy radiating from Pellethia’s being. Her wide, sapphire eyes met Octavia’s proud ones as they exchanged smiles, both internally happy for Pellethia that she finally unlocked the Empress’s Authority, wielding it like it was second nature to her. Everyone’s sights then went to the roots around Saxum, and Xandar wondered if those was what he thought they were. His question was answered when some roots appeared next to Christian, making the duke flinch. But when a familiar beige flower with red polka dots grew instead of the strangulating structures they see on Saxum, Christian plucked the flower and awkwardly conveyed his thanks with a hand gesture before he linked his cousins and cousin-in-law, ‘The Forest of Oderem is miles away. How the hell did this get here?’
At Vent’s inn, Greg barged in without batting an eye for anyone present. Two of his followers took Vent, and the rest followed him to the kitchen. Even the chefs with choppers and knives didn’t dare attack the duke. They merely watched in shock. When Greg shoved the cheese off the shelf, the chefs sprinted out of the kitchen, not knowing that his followers were already stationed outside to lead them into a truck for a torture session. Jade did his thing with the keypad that was recessed into the shelf layer and got the hidden wall to open. The moment the triplets heard the freezer door open, Ourelia shouted while looking into the test tube in her hand, “We didn’t ask for you, Vent!” The scoff they heard in response sent a shiver down their spines. Only one creature possessed a deep, dark scoff like that. Before any of the siblings could take another step or say another word, the duke’s followers dashed forward to hold each of them in place, slamming them to the walls and pinning th
To the triplets’ surprise, Greg walked over to Matthew, and he instructed, “Stick out your tongue.” Matthew’s eyes widened and kept his lips sealed. He knew exactly what would happen if any of that substance in the syringe made contact with his body. Greg began complaining, “For Goddess sake, Callow. Can’t you cooperate like how we cooperated with your white mice in Blue Crescent? It wasn’t as if we killed all of them.” Desmond hit the back of Matthew’s head while Ivory reached in to pull his tongue out as Desmond held his head back, stretching out the pink, moist structure. Greg murmured, “Careful, Ivory. Fingers at the tip. We don’t want this on your skin. Hold him very, very still, Desmond.” The two compl
Dear readers,Thank you for giving “The Rogues Who Went Rogue” a chance, and for following through to the very end. I hope that this sequel was entertaining enough to keep you engaged, and empowering enough for you to draw strength from it whenever you need the boost.I hope you can spare a few minutes to rate this novel and leave a review here and on Goodreads. It'll help a lot in seeking new readers and sharing the love!To anyone who dropped comments with encouraging words from time to time, thank you. You have no idea how helpful these have been on the days when I experience severe fatigue or writer’s block.Now, with regards to what’s in store for the next book in the Coalescence of the Five Series, it’s this - in Book Three, we’ll be acquainted with hunters and a potential duchess, but the publication date cannot be confirmed as of yet. I am discussing the contractual terms of a writing project with another platform, and if that proceeds, I would be working on that book in the s
As he gently took the baby girl from her mother, everyone braced themselves for the deafening screams that would usually follow. But what came next was just soft coos as Enora leaned against her uncle’s shoulder, resting her head there with a soft smile. After a few quiet moments, Greg glanced at the child before looking back at Xandar and Lucianne when he questioned, “What did you two feed her this morning? What sorcery is this?” Christian had a theory, which he shared as he walked over to Greg, “Maybe she’s starting to warm up to us. Let me try.” As soon as Greg reluctantly detached Enora from his shoulder and the baby realized that she was going to a different adult that was neither one of her parents, she screamed and started tearing up as she pressed herself again
The ceremony to return the title was held in the abandoned castle next to the Forest of Oderem. Pellethia had an unexplainable feeling that it had to be there, as did Lucianne. When the servants went to have the place cleaned up, all praying that they weren’t going to encounter anything out of the ordinary when they did their job, two among the sixty cleaners entered a room on the highest floor that was covered with a very thick layer of dirt and dust. When the two servants assigned to clean this particular room opened the windows to let in some air, a dash of breeze came from the forest and blew at a part of the dirt on the floor, making the poor servants flinch before instinctively holding each other as they quivered in fear. When nothing happened for the next few moments, they slowly released their hold of each other. Th
Gerella walked gracefully down the aisle, and while all eyes were on her, her sights stuck to her groom who looked like he was close to tears as he beamed at her. When she reached him, he offered her his hand to help her onto the platform. The music stopped, and the guests took their seats once more. After the marriage officiant recited from the Scriptures of Matrimony, he announced that it was time for the exchange of vows. Toby began, “Ella, from the moment we met, I knew that my life was never going to be the same again. Not only can I now boast about being the only one among my friends to get the most beautiful hybrid for a wife, your mark practically gave me the license to also gloat about being able to see a discretus when they cannot. You have no idea how much fun I’m going to have lying about a discretus’s presence when we’re training.”
7 weeks later “I’ve actually already had two. They taste pretty good.” Toby told Lucianne as they stood by the table with the trays of cupcakes. He then added, “I’m glad she decided to start a business out of this. Her baking skills are fantastic!” Hailey made those cupcakes. She was now a probationary kindergarten teacher on weekdays and a baker on weekends. She and the other mavericks still worked for Greg, but they were free to indulge in their hobbies and passions when they didn't have maverick duties. Some even pursued career paths that earned a salary the 'normal' way. Jade opened a cyber café which attracted lots of youngsters, and Hailey baked cupcakes or made pastries to sell to Jade’s customers. She offered him a small percentage of her earnings for his space. Some even came in just to buy her baked goods.
After Margaret managed to compose herself, she cleared her throat, looked into Tate’s eyes that held so much love and assurance, and began reciting her own set of vows, “Tate, when we met, I thought that our bond wasn’t going to last. I thought that a rejection would follow, from you or me, or even from the both of us. You haven’t the faintest clue of how relieved and happy I am that I’ve been proven wrong. Very wrong.” “I was wrong to think that our bond is a mistake; I was wrong to judge you based on the title you inherited; and I was wrong to think that you could never love me the way I didn’t know I needed to be loved. Never in my wildest dreams could I’ve imagined falling in love again, and never did I think it was someone as perfect as you are, Tate. I held so much hate from my past, carrying it throughout my life, even scaring away a few acquaintances with my untamable inferno, yet y
The Alpha of White Blood got cheers and claps even before the bride emerged. He was pleased to see that his pack members were not giving the vampire guests odd looks, and he was proud that, when he raised this matter with everyone weeks before the wedding, they seemed more excited and welcoming than reluctant and disapproving. What surprised him most was that the vampires didn’t sit at one place, but were scattered among the wolf and lycan guests. The Alpha wanted the integration but he definitely didn’t expect to get it this soon. Tate took a good look around to commit the sight before him to memory - the memory of his closest friends and pack members here to celebrate his and Margaret’s special day. When his eyes fell on Lucianne, she linked, ‘Margaret’s more t
3 months laterAlissa was pulling Gabriel by his arm through the rows of white, yellow and beige flowers in a nature park where Tate and Margaret decided to have their wedding ceremony. In the sea of White Blood pack members, Alissa finally found the creature she was looking for.“My Queen, this is Gabriel, my second-chance mate and husband. Gabriel, this is our queen.” Alissa said with the widest smile that Lucianne had ever seen. Alissa and Gabriel tied the knot two months ago in the marriage registrar’s office, with only the attendance of her triplets, Gabriel’s brother, Greg, Hailey, Desmond and Ivory.Lucianne smiled warmly at the nervous-looking man in a tuxedo. “Well, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Gabriel. We’ve heard a
Alissa’s furrowed brows and puzzled eyes shifted to the door, and her defensive instincts kicked in. She extracted the hard drive from her laptop and slid it into the custom-sewn compartment in her jeans. Reaching for the loaded gun and heading for the door, she tried to guess who that could be. The property was bought under an alias. Her landlady never came up in the last ten years she stayed here. Greg and the others usually gave her a heads-up before dropping by.She looked through the keyhole to see if she was able to get anything from the slit. All she saw was a sand-color shirt. She was also picking up a delightful yet somewhat familiar scent of oak and rain. The knock came again. She pressed her ear to the door, where she heard a heavy sigh before something was placed on the floor as the footsteps retreated.Alissa waite