EmmaThree hundred and ninety five years agoNot a single person is speaking to me in the kitchens any longer. It’s as if they blame me for the whole thing that happened to Gierda, how can they? I am the one that was unfairly framed and beaten within an inch of my life. I remember two days later when I was finally well enough to go to the kitchen. I grabbed Monica by her shirt and pulled her to a stop. “You are a liar and a coward. Why did you not tell the king the truth?” It wasn’t the rapport that Alpha Kristen advised me to have with the kitchen staff but I was boiling over with so much hatred I had to get that out of my chest. She was pale and shaky but her lips were pressed tight with stubbornness. The other wolves came in then and her eyes glittered as she sneered. “What truth? What are you talking about?”My jaw dropped. The insolence and shamelessness to look into my eyes and lie so blatantly. “You bitch! You are the one that got fishbone into the alpha’s meal. It is becau
Celine I am me, but I am different. I feel like I was born anew. I was definitely born anew. I test the strength in my fragile hands, smirking at my newfound freedom. “Celine.” I hiss and face the intruder. It is him, the male I cannot stand. It is the same male that turns ‘her’ into a pussy. The one that makes ’her’ act unlike herself, that makes her ‘surrender’. Ny lips twist back into a feral snarl as I fave him fully. I hate that word, submission is not in my vocabulary. He is my enemy. “Celine.” He says, scenting me delicately with furrowed brows and immediately sensing it. He can tell that something is different. He is right. I am not her, I am better. “I will fucking kill you.” I growl and leap into the air. I catch him by surprise, gouging three deep lines into his shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch but he does shift into defence. I’ve watched him with her, and I know that I only landed a hit because I caught him by surprise, and of course because he will do anything no
CelineI feel conflicting emotions at the press of his lips on mine. When I grip his shirt, I don’t know whether I’m going to shove him off me or pull him closer. I am nothing like her, I don’t need a mate to complete me, I am an independent creature that takes pride in my strength but damn her for corrupting our system like a poison. His kiss makes me believe in paradise, so achingly sweet and tender I feel tears in my eyes. His touch makes me feel like everything will be right again, like I need only trust him to make everything right. For the first time ever, I am not repelled at the idea of being dominated by a male, I am rather thrilled with the idea. That is why he is so dangerous, because this is all an illusion. I did trust him, and he didn’t make everything better, he ruined my life. I plunge sharp claws deep in his gut, pulling back to stare into his eyes. There is a flicker within them, not of pain or shock, and I hate that no matter what I do, he only seems indestructibl
CelineThe struggle is real, and it leaves me breathless. Time does not matter to me anymore as I curl into myself in the darkest corners of the cave and shake, fighting to win the power struggle. I am in charge and I must remain in charge. I have taken the shadows for so long while allowing her to run free, and look where that got us. The wolf is weak, a danger to herself and to me. I stiffen when I scent him and by the time I do, it is too late. I leap up and glare at him, the beginning of my problem. “Why are you here? I told you not to follow me.” I say, even as I glance at his chest and find no blood, to my relief. “Celine.” His voice cuts me short. “You should know better than anyone, there is nowhere you will go that I will not follow.”I shake my head and back away but my back meets the wall of the cave. “No. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”“What are you afraid of?” He asks, coming into the cave. Why won’t the male leave me alone? What must I do to make him leave me
CelineThe most primitive of all werewolf instincts. When I found my mate, I didn’t expect to find resistance, nor complications. I thought he would claim me and I would claim him and we would live happily ever after. Perhaps this is why my mind is blown away by the full mating process.His jaws are still around my shoulder and blood dribbles to the floor as his bite takes what should have been a good orgasm, a great one even and turns it into a hurricane that blows me apart. I hold tight onto him, the only solid thing in sight as he and I fall and continue falling with no end in sight. I have never felt anything like it. He almost mauled my shoulder right off, so much that it feels like the mark is now an integral part of me. Between us, I feel our bond come alive and it is beautiful. It is like in the deepest parts of my soul, a window was blown open, one that leads directly to his soul. Staring into his eyes, I tentatively open it, and he’s there. I have a window into his mind. It
Celine"What are you going to do about Emma?" I ask him when we have the pack house in sight. "I can handle her." He says but his entire body is tense and his face is a stone of foreboding. My stomach twists on itself and he glances at me in concern. Even though I force a smile, I know he felt my worry through our bond and I'm not surprised when he gathers me into his arms. "Do you know what the mark on your shoulder signifies?""Something other than you claiming me as yours?" I ask wryly. "It is also my oath. I will protect you, with everything I've got, to the very last."I entwine my fingers through his and he holds them tight. "We are in this together." I say with a smile, even though it fizzles. I am practically naked, plain as day for him to read and yet it is now difficult for me to read him. I catch snippets of course, the general emotion but I still feel like a wall has been hauled up between us. It is something I must broach with him, later. "We are." He says, peering
EmmaThree hundred and ninety two years ago“It’s not the same.” Marie says and fans herself. “It’s like comparing a learning boy to the prowess of a man. The rumours about him are true.”I laugh and shake my head. “You are the only person I know that would fuck two men just to confirm the rumours.”“Well someone had to do it, and I was more than ready to volunteer.”I lay flat on my stomach and watch her, the only true friend I’ve made in this hellhole of a pack, a fellow servant. “I know a few people that would beg to disagree with you. Angie describes Joel as a gentle lover. She says he makes love to you slowly and thoroughly.”“True. Joel makes love and Gourd fucks. Goddess, can you even compare the two? Give me a good hard fuck any day. Gourd bent me over and fucked my brains out as he whispered dirty words in my ear. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”She sighs and drops to the bed with me and I laugh, amused.“Safe to say you’ll be going back for a redo.”“You bet! And yo
Emma Three hundred and ninety six years ago I will never forget today, this process, my Shifting. All of the pain I have felt before, nothing compares to this. I die and I am born anew from this pain. Like a Phoenix, I rise from the ashes of my pain, leaving my old body behind. There is a crowd, and as my primitive wolf scents them, my lips peel back from my teeth in a snarl. A wolf of my caliber does not warrant this crowd and yet here they are, looking at me with expressions that raise the hair on my arms. I see him first of course, he fills me vision. Alpha Reenan. What is he doing here? The expression on his face is far from friendly, or even remotely reassuring. He reminds me of a panther, waiting patiently until he can pounce on his prey. My hackles rise at being his prey and I remember his words vividly. “You will learn your place! On the night of your Shifting, I will fuck you until your cunt breaks. And then my men will take turns at you. After, I will let the wild anima
Neem "I thought you would be done dressing up. We are going to be late." I tell Aden. "These buttons are hell." He mutters. "There should be about a hundred buttons on here.""Hardly." I say, amused. "There are only fifteen."Our clothes in Lyria never had buttons and it's always amusing that something so simple always gives him so much trouble. "Might as well be a hundred." He mutters and shaking my head, I go to help. He stares down at me as I work one button to the next. "You are staring.""I can't help it, you're beautiful." He says and I smile. "One would think you were only seeing me for the first time.""It feels like that sometimes." He says. "Sometimes I wake up amazed to have you by my side.""Only sometimes?" I tease him and he laughs. "Come here." He pulls my lips to his and kisses me and I forget about the buttons as I hold on, revelling in the movement of his lips on mine. I moan when his tongue darts in to taste me and his hands clench conclusively on my ass. "D
EmmaOne of the creatures runs at us, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from a dozen cuts. Celine intercepts him and kills him and I stare at her. “They said you controlled these creatures. Control them and end this wretched war.”She shakes her head. “It’s not that easy anymore. I was able to control them when my cat was dominant, when they absorbed my wolf. Someone donated her energy to bring back my wolf, but she neglected to mention that I would lose control of the soldiers when she is restored. I wouldn’t have it any other way anyway.”I sneer. “How pathetic. Of what use are you with your wolf then? You should sacrifice her to save hundreds of lives if need be but you are nothing but selfish as ever.”Her brows rise. “I’m not receiving a lecture on selflessness from you, am I? Now I have seen it all.”Behind us, Lor finally rips the king’s heart out with a roar. The war seems to stop for a second, everyone watching as he twists his head off his throat and sends it flying. And t
Celine They are unending. It is as if the entire world has moved against the Island. My soldiers are not enough, and so people of Lyria have joined, fighting against the enemy but they are lacking in spirit. Perhaps because they have been broken down by the economy but they fall like corn stalk against the enemy. I keep soldiers on their leader constantly, but he is not the only one to be worried about. My soldiers tear into most of the soldiers before they have a chance to defend themselves but too many of them are experienced killers, cutting through our numbers in swaths. I glance behind me but the king and the Whisperer are now gone from their perch, and then finally the harpies are released. Terrible terrible creatures that can ice the blood in your veins with a touch. Where they go, death follows, immortals shrivelling up and dying in numbers. And yet more of their army comes. There are about ten of the harpies and I’m surprised when one of them streams from the ground right i
CelineI feel it when Ismir dies, like a lance directly into my heart. I scream in pain and my attack falters. No. I look back, knowing I will not find him at he balcony he once occupied with his father and the Whisperer. My eyes meet his father’s and I wonder if he knows. My distraction costs me. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I’m plastered hard against a male chest. “Stand back.” He orders the creatures, keeping them in front of us and me as a shield between them. They angle and pace, the front liners reluctant to attack and skewer me. “What do you think you are doing?” I grit out, trying to break out of his grip but he’s too strong. “You’re coming back with me.” He says, shuffling back. I burst into laughter, a little hysterical. “Are you daft as fuck? You want to leap through the barrier to freedom? The both of us will die before our next breath.”“I passed through the barrier to get here.” He says, his voice resolved. “By some freak accident. You will not be so
EmmaHe has grown so much in three days alone, this baby that has become my last surviving shield.“Dan!” I snap, heading to the balcony. “Yes, Emma.” She says from where she balances precariously on the ledge, not even bothering to look up. I thought the female stuck to my side because she had grown a soft side for me, as I have worked hard to lower her guard. I should have known better, she is an omega herself, an emotional fortress. Since the end of the three days that we raised Alaric, she has completely withdrawn, not even bothering to stand for any other person but the little brat. ”You said the three days were all we needed to ensure his survival.”“Yes. Your boy is stronger than a horse.” She says, raising her face to the sun. “Mama!” The culprit comes toddling out, holding chubby little hands out to me with a grin. I stare at him, my face going sour. “So why the hell does he still follow me around everywhere?!” I ask in dismay. I can’t look across a room without finding h
Neem“You found the source.” He says. His voice is cold and the way he is looking at me scares me. I affect a light tone. “Prince Ismir-““I cannot allow you to live.” Chills race down my spine and I laugh awkwardly. “What are you talking about?” I say, my voice pleading. I always knew my inquisitiveness would land me in trouble one day. I cannot believe the day is finally here. “Why do you always have to go around snooping and putting yourself in situations you have no business being in?”“I’m sorry!” I say, taking a step forward. “I’m sorry okay? This will never happen again.”“You are right, it won’t.” He says and then he shifts. I scream and dive to the side as he leaps, coming up on my knee and watching him nearly crash into the crystals. He sidesteps them in a precarious move in the last second and spins around, furious. I’ve never seen him shift, and for good reason, I realise. That is no wolf, he looks like he belongs amongst the deformities on the front line. He is thre
NeemI burst into the library, unconcerned about the racket I’m making as I race through the shelves to the back. Maria is reading a book and doesn’t bother to put it down. “Ordinarily, you should be banned from coming into the library.” She says placidly. “Outside.” I say urgently. “They are engaged in a fight. Celine and-““I know.” She cuts me off, not taking her eyes off the book. I gape at her. “You do? Then how can you be so calm?”“I am calm. I would recommend some to you too. What concern is it of mine if two idiots want to kill each other?”She’s right, she doesn’t give a fuck. She has said it enough times and yet she was the first person I thought of when I needed help.“I need your help.” I say and she finally puts the book down and pins with a stare piercing enough to make me squirm. “I see you got your tongue back.”“I need your help.” I say again, refusing to be redirected. “No.” She says, making me gape again. “No? But you don’t even know what I want to ask.”“I d
Prince Ismir“How did he come through the barrier?” Father snarls, finally thrown off his feet by the unexpected happening. “I don’t know.” The Whisperer says, my first time hearing him utter those words. “It should be impossible.”Apparently not, if he’s right there. “What do you know about him?” I ask. There is something about him that has my hair standing on end. It is simply my most primitive instincts recognising a threat, a major one.“Nothing,” The Whisperer says. “But judging by his power and the fact that he entered the barrier unscathed, there are only a few people that come to mind. I believe that is her mate, the one commonly known as the demon wolf.”“What?” I say, startled out of the blue. Is that where the sense of familiarity comes from? Am I feeling her familiarity with him? “She does not look like she recognises him.” I say, tracing her location.“Not with the the amount of poison we had to pump into her system.” He says. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t ev
LorFor the umpteenth time, I put a hand on the barrier and it goes straight through. My hand curls into a tight fist and I punch it hard. Nothing. It is just air. The demarcation that shows the island of Lyria, a slight shimmer in the air is quite obvious if you know what you are looking for. Otherwise, your eyes would probably skip right over it. We have besieged this perimeter for two days now and to my frustration, we have nothing to show for it. Not a soul has stepped out of it, and neither can we step inside either. If I didn’t have a strong gut feeling that she is behind that barrier, I would have believed that it is all a conjecture of my deranged mind.Maddilla comes to a stop beside me and peers into the barrier. It is not just Bloodbound pack but nearly every damn pack this side of the world out here. There are more than a hundred and fifty packs here, each one of them as eager and enthusiastic to pierce the barrier of the island as the next. I didn’t have much convincing