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-Cain-I stepped into a completely dark bedroom. When I came home, I was unsure if Willow had gone to sleep in another one. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, but I would still bring her back. I couldn’t sleep without her, and I knew she felt the same since we were mates, but I wouldn’t blame her for trying. However, as I entered our bedroom, I saw her curled up on the bed, the sheets all the way up to her chin. The bedroom was so dark, I could have been fooled, but the way the clump shifted a little told me Willow was over there. I slowly closed the door, then walked over to where the night lamp was on my side of the bed. I turned it on, seeing the clump curl together even more as if trying to shield herself. I hated Willow was almost scared of me, and I was unsure how to really solve this. I wanted to say something, but I had no words.After standing for a few seconds beside the bed, I grabbed the pillow from my side, then went over to the couch. I believed it was better if we both
-Cain- I watched as Willow walked into our bedroom, only to go to the bed and slip underneath the covers again, hiding from the world. I sighed. I had hoped I had made her feel better, but clearly this was going to take some more work. I walked over to the clump on the bed and sat down. I reached out, touching what I believed was her hip, and stroked it. “I thought we had already cleared everything up. You’re not a bad mother, Willow,” I told her. “We cleared everything up,” she confirmed, yet her voice was low and without feeling. “Then why are you hiding?” “Because it’s better under here.” Her words worried me. I didn’t want her to think hiding away was better. I slipped off my jacket and shirt before I moved underneath the covers to find Willow there. I grabbed her and brought her to me, and we both sighed when our bodies were pressed together. “It’s not better under here,” I told her. “It’s nice, but not better.” “I like it here." “No, you’re spiraling into a dark hole, an
-Cain- I waited for Willow to get ready for the dinner. She was taking quite some time, and so I looked at my phone, seeing the many posts about the upcoming dinner and all the people who were coming. It was going to be quite a grand event, but it always was. I had simply refused to attend, and when I had attended, I was usually already drunk by the time the dinner arrived. I had never cared much about them, but I knew tonight I would have to prove myself. My every move was being weighed and considered. I had to show them all why I was a good choice as king. It was almost strange to think I was now fighting for this position when I had never cared about it before. All thanks to our mate, my wolf said happily. “Yeah, she is pretty wonderful,” I whispered. “Cain?” I heard her call. “Need something?” “I can’t zip my dress,” she complained, making me smile. “I wanted to do it myself to surprise you, but I can’t get it all the way.” I put away my phone, then walked into the closet, o
-Willow- The dinner went rather smoothly, or as smoothly as it probably could go. I did notice many were intrigued by Cain’s attentive behavior. If he thought I hadn’t eaten enough, he would encourage me to eat more, and he would take every opportunity he could get to touch me or kiss me. No one had seen that side of him, and I believed it was working well in his favor. Cain was probably not thinking about how it showed him in a better light when he was being attentive, but I noticed the way people whispered and pointed. They were impressed. Once dessert arrived, I noticed Cain’s hand had come to rest dangerously high on my thigh. My dress was long, so he couldn’t touch me or slip his hand underneath, but I felt the promise in his touch. He was getting impatient to have me again, and it warmed my body knowing that. “Cain, dessert,” I pointed out when he would rather stare at me than taste the delicious ice cream and red velvet cake in front of us. Cain leaned closer to me as I scoo
-Cain-I would have loved just fucking Willow until morning came, but I wanted to go back to the privacy of our own home. I wanted to have her completely spread out, naked, sweaty, and panting, without fearing anyone might see her in that wonderful state. There was a time I didn’t care about fucking in front of an audience, but I would have to kill whoever got to see Willow in such a vulnerable state. That was only for me. Yet before we could leave, Willow wanted to go clean up, so I wanted to be on top of the staircase for her to find me. A few mates were still chasing each other or walked past me with smiles on their lips, going home. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy tonight, but I was completely wrong. I had loved every moment of it. Why had I never taken the time to appreciate the tranquility of it? It seemed there were many new experiences for me in store.“Prince Cain,” someone called out, and I turned my head, seeing Willow’s father coming up the stairs, another council member be
-Cain- “You have gone too far!” my father yelled, throwing the glass in his hand across the room and hitting the wall behind me. I was still trying to recover from last night. My head felt double the size and was throbbing. I could barely focus on my father’s anger, and I knew I just had to sit it through, waiting for it all to be over, so I could go back to my room and sleep it off. I couldn’t even remember what I had drunk or taken or how many I had bedded. All I knew was that the light was so sharp in my eyes that I had to wear sunglasses, and my father’s voice was making my ears ring. I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. I was leaning to the side, resting my head in my hand, and half-asleep as he kept yelling at me. My brother, for some reason, looked fine, yet the way he wasn’t quite able to look at me made me think he understood how serious this was better than me. But maybe he could hear our father’s voice. It was just so loud that my ears refused to turn it into an underst
-Willow-After Cain came back, I got him something to eat. We stepped out of the shower, and I brought him food before I told him to rest. Yet the next morning, I couldn’t wake him. He was completely exhausted, and I stood in the doorway, holding a cup of hot tea, as I watched him. He wasn’t sleeping soundly. He was mumbling in his sleep and twitching a little, but I couldn’t wake him from whatever was haunting him in his dreams. His body refused to rest, and so I simply stood there, not sure what to do.“Luna?” I turned around, seeing Henry coming up beside me. He looked into the room, watching Cain as well.“I heard he had come back. How is he?” he asked.“Not good,” I admitted, and I sipped my tea.“Can we do something?”I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I can’t wake him right now, which tells me his body is completely worn out. Henry, he didn’t even know how long he had been gone.”Henry’s eyes grew big as I confessed to him what Cain had told me last night.“He didn’t know he h
-Willow- “Carter?” I called as I knocked on Carter’s bedroom door. I had asked the servants where he might be, and their best suggestion was his bedroom. Yet as I knocked, there was no response, and when I tried listening to hear if he might be in there, I couldn’t hear a single sound. “Carter?” I knocked again, but there was no response. I sighed, taking a few steps back and then placing my hands on my hips, unsure what to do next. If he wasn’t in his room, then where was he? I walked away from his bedroom and began searching the palace for clues. I found some empty glasses of scotch around, and I knew Carter had been there, but those were the only clues I found as I searched. Did he live off of anything else? I did take notice that it was his father’s favorite drink, so he was clearly trying to connect with his father too, but he needed proper sustenance if he was to rule as temporary king until the council could make a decision. Cain hadn’t been trained for the throne in the way
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Want to learn what happened with Carter and his mate Sara at the party? -Carter- My heart froze as we stared into each other’s eyes. Hers were such a deep green, and I loved them from the moment I saw them. She gave me a nervous smile, clearly trying to ignore the message our wolves were giving us in our heads, and sped off with the glass on her tray. I kept looking after her, feeling an undeniable urge to follow her. “Carter!” my brother called, and I turned my head. “Huh?” I answered. “Come on, it’s us next,” Cain told me. “Um, yeah, just say hello from me,” I replied before taking off, hearing him call after me, but I couldn’t stop now. Every nerve in my body was vibrating, telling me to go find my mate. I had seen the way she had gone, leaving the ballroom, and as I came into the hallway, it was much easier to follow her scent. I found her in the kitchen, getting more glasses for the party, and hearing the servants work. I made sure not to enter and instead crept back a litt
-Cain- I watched Weston hold one of my daughters over his head, making a funny face at her and making her laugh. It brought warmth to my heart watching it all happen, yet it was hard to shake the worry seeing my mother so close to my other daughter, whom I had reluctantly allowed her to hold. My daughters were only over a year old, but Carter had lived in this house for a good while now with his own mate, who had just given birth to a son, and it seemed to be okay. Surprisingly enough, everything was going okay, but I was never allowing my mother to be alone with my children, which I had made very clear to Willow. Yet it was hard to resist her when she told me to give it all a chance—to give my mother one. I couldn’t forgive her, but I saw now the benefits of letting her close because she was different. As I truly looked at her with my daughter, I saw she was different because she was allowed to be happy. Therefore, I knew I had to try, at least because I knew better than anyone wha
-Willow- It was rather surprising how fast everything happened, and soon the queen was confided in the palace, confided to the section where her room was, and confided to the lower floor of that section. She had to have her meals brought, but this gave her a chance to be with Weston, and I saw how grateful he was for that. He even hugged Carter so hard, who was there to see the transfer happen, but Cain refused. Weston understood that, and so did his mate, but I could see how much they wished for Cain to be more accepting of all of this as well. For now, this was how it was going to be, and Carter and I walked together through the palace, both having homes to get back to. “So, do I ever get to be properly introduced to your mate?” I teased. “I have actually convinced her to move here with me. She is just nervous because we come from two different worlds.” “I can understand that. But then maybe we should all have dinner together.” “I am not sure we can lure Cain here. He is… determ
-Willow- The news spread quickly and was as shocking to me as it was to everyone else. No one had expected the queen would go so far, and yet as the days dragged on, no one was sure how to punish the queen. The council and the princes were completely divided, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad. Now that I knew there was no longer any threat out there to me or my family and the mystery had been solved, I simply stopped being angry. I knew the queen should still be punished, but she wouldn’t have done what she did if she hadn’t been forced to smile and nod through the pain others had put her through. Weston had made a good point to me, I could have been the queen. I could have become just as desperate… “It’s really unbelievable she did it,” Eva said, breaking me free of my trance. She sat in front of me in a small café we had agreed to meet at so I could get out of the house. Cain and I rarely spoke at the moment, and Carter had gone to be with his mate, living with her, though I
-Cain- I was so confused by why Weston had asked to be alone with us. He even asked us to stand up, and we all met in a small circle beside the table. Carter and I looked at him with a puzzled expression, but I could sense something strange on Willow’s end, yet besides her, only Weston didn’t appear perplexed by all of this. Even our mother seemed unsure about what was going on. “Why did you send them all out?” Carter asked, speaking the question that lingered on my tongue. “Because I wanted to do this in private before…” Weston looked at Willow, and I glanced at her, but when she felt my eyes on her, she turned to give me an apologetic look. “Weston,” my mother called, and I noticed her turning slightly scared. “Okay, what is going on?” I asked, needing some answers now. “You have to admit it,” he insisted, focusing on my mother. “Admit what? Admit what, Mom?” I pressed, and both Carter and I focused on her, but she looked away, not meeting our eyes. “What the hell is going o
-Cain- “Goddess, look at your faces!” Willow exclaimed. “You’re starting to do serious damage!” As Carter and I sat down to eat, Willow came to inspect me, tilting my head to the side and taking in the cuts and the swelling. I grabbed her hands, kissed them, and then pulled her down on my lap. “We are fine,” I assured her. “We will heal,” Carter added. “Why are you hitting each other so hard?” “It’s called practice. We are keeping our skills sharp.” “But Carter can’t even open his right eye, and the cut on your lip is so swollen, I fear you can’t eat!” she scolded. “Eat the food or your—” I didn’t get to finish that sentence as she placed a hand over my mouth. “Not funny.” I pulled her hand down. “I think it was rather funny.” “What won’t the council think when they see you like that?” she murmured. “What do you mean?” She glanced between Carter and me, who looked puzzled at her. “You didn’t notice the meeting the council has called? Have you two been that distracted late
-Cain- “I don’t see the point in this,” my brother said as we stepped into the little gym we had in the house. I placed myself on the blue mat, jumping a little up and down and getting ready, yet Carter was standing at a distance, wearing sunglasses inside and a big hoodie over his training clothes that I had forced him to change into. He didn’t just look hungover, he was perfect for putting on a poster that advised people not to drink. He looked like a fucking mess. “You need it,” I told him. “Does it look like I want to workout right now?” he asked. “We are fighting and keeping our skills sharp,” I explained. “Why?” I didn’t really know what to say. What Willow had confessed to me scared the living shit out of me. Was my brother truly so depressed that he had become suicidal? Willow feared it, and we weren’t able to get Carter to react until the next day, and then we didn’t know what to say. So, I thought, after two days of leaving it alone, we needed to get him going again. Th