“Stop,” Ann said to Wynn as soon as her compelling was lifted.Wynn came to a halt.“I can’t believe you have been taking me for a fool these past few months,” Ann said, followed by a slap.Michael caught up with them, but Wynn was not going to give him the opportunity to speak with Ann, so he part-shifted and grabbed Ann before taking flight to the nearest next island, Ann screaming and holding on for dear life.Out of energy from being in a part-shifted state, that was all for nothing because Michael swam using vampire speed to their location.“I want to go home,” Ann said, crying. “No, wait. Paris?”“He is back on the Island,” Wynn told her.“Paris is back there?” Michael asked, not believing his ears.“You are never to come near me or Paris ever again!” Ann demanded, remembering that she held power over Michael with a promise he made her to always obey her.“Ah, common!” Michael said, and felt his skin starting to boil. “Fuck,” Michael exclaimed before speeding off. Not able to do
“If he loved me, he would have been married to me now instead of dumping me on an island,” Ann said.“Michael must have something to do with it,” her mother insisted.‘Why was Michael on the island?’ Ann wondered. ‘How did Wynn know I was on the island? He also knew I didn’t have memory of the supernatural world,’ Ann realized.“I have to go,” Ann said, making her way to the front door.“I will come with,” her father said.“I don’t need you to babysit me,” Ann declined.“Actually, you do,” her father said and followed her out of the house. “Come, I will drive you.”“Urg,” Ann exclaimed, rolling her eyes but got into her father’s car.Arriving at the higher council, Ann went straight to the lycan throne room to say hello to Jessica, her best friend first, wondering if Jessica knew and agreed to her being compelled. ‘She must have,’ Ann told herself.“Good afternoon,” Deacon greeted Ann and her father. Deacon looked at Eljo, wondering what Ann was doing back in New York.“Where is Jessi
On her way to her room, Emily thought back to how her life started with the Supernatural world and how, not so long ago, she didn't think she will love anyone else ever again but Deacon. Emily thought about how Deacon's life has always been a mess. 1915 It was courting season in England and Princess Bently; cousin of the British King was ready to present her daughter to the bachelors of the town. A gentleman introduced himself as Lord Dario, not giving his last name. Princess Bently sends in her daughter’s best friend Emily to meet a gentleman every time she does not like the looks of a man. Now it was not that she did not like the looks of Lord Dario, ‘but who calls on a lady this late in the evening?’ Lord Dario inspected Emily without even asking for a name. Dark luscious locks of hair, smooth clear skin, tall with blue eyes, and a dashing white smile. “She will do.” “Excuse me?” Princess Bently wanted to know. “One million euros if she leaves with me tonight for America,” L
Emily looked at Hannah ‘She is so dark. Looks like the red Indian slaves.’“A lady-in-waiting married to a Lord?” Emily asked.“I am not a lady-in-waiting; do you think a lady-in-waiting will be dressed as well as I am?” Hannah asked as she slipped the dress over Emily’s head.“I apologize. Didn’t mean to offend you,” Emily said, feeling her cheeks flush red.“We are understaffed right now, so my husband asked me to make sure that you look perfect for your wedding night,” Hannah said, buttoning the dress up.“Is the man I am marrying a good man?” Emily asked nervously.“I don’t know. It depends on who you will be marrying,” Hannah said, pulling the lace sleeves seam to line up perfectly.“What do you mean?” Emily asked, thinking that the dress was way too revealing, a style she has never seen before.“Well, soon you will meet several men, all royal, mostly Kings,” Hannah said.“Where are these royal men from?” Emily wondered.“Mainly Europe. Please take a seat so that I can do your ha
Prince Deacon did nothing but watch them drag her away. ‘Will take care of it later,’ thought to himself. Prince Deacon was lycan and he casted mates aside as if it was nothing. He despised his parents but kept it to himself.The royals waited for King Torvald to choose a human princess first.“Princess Claire Edward,” he said and held his hand out to the group of girls, standing together in fear, she won't be his first wife this decade.“Stop being scared, everything you know of vampires, werewolves, hybrids, shifters, and everything in between is true, but you do not fear it,” he compelled them.Princess Claire stepped away from the group and took King Torvald’s hand.“Shall we get married?” he asked with a smile.Not all the royals got a princess, but they knew their turn will come after the higher ranks got their wives.The night of the wedding ceremonies, the royals that did take a wife consummated their marriages.Two maids came in and helped a princess take her dress off. A
“I hear you have mated, and you are keeping her?” Queen Lana, his mother with red hair and blue eyes, asked, not approving.“Let him have her until we can find him a royal bride,” his father, King Makens, said.Prince Deacon wanted to give them a piece of his mind, but decided it can wait for another day. Prince Deacon signaled a lady-in-waiting to come over. “Take some food to princess Emily. She is in my room. Afterward, get her cleaned up and dressed for the day.”“Princess? I thought she is not a princess?” one of his brothers pointed out again.“As I said, I would have not mated with her if she did not have some sort of royal heritage,” Prince Deacon said, slamming his fist down on the table, making everyone jump a little.King Makens gave him a look of warning. ‘When will he learn to control his anger? This new girl better tame him, or I will get rid of her myself,’ King Makens thought with a stern warning on his face.After an uncomfortable breakfast that was nothing new, Prince
“I assure you, my little stubborn wife-to-be, that in six months’ time you won’t even want to leave my bed,” Prince Deacon said, full of himself, padding her hand that was on his arm. “That is no way to speak to a lady!” Emily exclaimed. She wanted to let go of his arm, but he held her hand firmly, preventing her from leaving his arm. “I will make a queen out of you, if you let me,” Prince Deacon said as they continued their walk through the garden. “Don’t you first have to be a King to be able to make your wife a queen?” Emiliy asked, mockingly. “Soon enough,” Prince Deacon said in a casual tone. “Soon enough? What is that supposed to mean?” Emily asked. “Mother, father, meet Emily. Emily, the King, and Queen of the lycans and the Supernatural world for that matter,” Prince Deacon introduced Emily to his parents that were walking in the opposite direction. “Please to meet you,” Emily said with a small courtesy. The King and Queen continued their walk without saying anything ba
“You obviously have not seen him naked,” Kina said, smiling, thinking about Prince Deacon’s torso. “Are you ladies always so forward?” Emily asked, blushing. “The gentlemen here might call us ladies but trust me, once Prince Deacon is done with you, you will never want to be a lady ever again,” Sariyah chuckled, flipping her hand fan open, winding herself as she was getting hot just thinking about what Prince Deacon did to her. “Excuse me,” Emily said, and stood up, feeling she heard enough. “Sit down, dear,” Jayda said. “I feel a bit flushed. My skin is not used to the sun on this side of the world,” Emily said before walking away, the ladies giggling at her. “Guess we should follow her,” Kina said, standing up. The others followed her lead. The ladies caught up with Emily. As they walk back towards the castle, the ladies would give little bows accompanied by sweet smiles whenever a gentleman walked past them. Emily felt uncomfortable being associated with such women, as she w
Every year, when Prince Deacon left for a few days for the higher council, Emily will not follow. When he did not return on his last visit, she got worried and went to find out what was up and if he was ok. Even though she was heartbroken that he found a mate again, she was happy for him. A bit cross about the way he went about it, but nonetheless she was glad that he had a fated mate. Word reached her a few weeks later that his mate Jessica was abducted, and she came to the rescue. She did not expect for her and Deacon to end up making love again, but they did. When Deacon claimed Jessica a few months later, Emily was broken up and ended up in Prince Mano's bed. Present day. (Read Chapter 179 for a recap) After Prince Deacon stormed into Prince Mano's room and caught them in bed together, followed by Prince Mano attacking Prince Deacon, Emily decided to leave them to it. “I am not doing this,” Emily said and left the room. Emily went to her own room, which she has not been in for a
"Why would he betray me? How is he even alive?" Prince Deacon asked, not believing that Kerraelas betrayed him. 'I don't know why or how. I knew he was not dead, but I don't know why he gave your parents the information,' Wynn mind linked. "My mother killed, -never mind, I see he is still alive." Prince Deacon was about to tell Wynn that his mother killed the Shaman but then he saw in Wynn's mind that they made contact. "Where is he?" Prince Deacon asked, wanting to know where the shaman was. "I told him to go to the nearest town North," Wynn said, finally able to speak. "Guess he didn't listen," Prince Deacon said, pointing at the wolf they both recognize as the Shaman in full wolf form. The shaman finally regained his strength and managed to complete his shift. Wynn took the backpack off his back and took out his spare pants and threw it at the Shaman. The Shaman shifted and put the pants on. "I think the neighbor just saw me do that," the Shaman said, looking at Princess B
Two of Queen Lana’s guards ran into the house and force him outside.“Let me die with her!” Prince Deacon demanded, trying to get back into the house.In the distance, you could hear the fire brigade. Prince Deacon knew that there was nothing saving the house or Emily now.The Shaman pretend to be dead for as long as he could and started to crawl out of the burning house, towards the kitchen, hoping that it had a back door like all houses.With his hand on his throat, he started to run through the backyard before climbing over the first wall. ‘That b*tch, I have been serving here for over a millennium and she just tried to kill me as if I am nothing? I will end her,’ the Shaman vowed, ‘but first I need to survive; I need to find Wynn.’ The Shaman went rogue the moment his throat was slit so that Queen Lana and the pack will think him dead.The shaman took out his phone and called Wynn but he was barely able to speak so he put the phone down again and tried to type with one hand while
“There you are. What is that face for?” Prince Deacon asked, when he came into the room, Emily standing with just a towel around her. Prince Deacon had a bunch of red roses in one hand and a guy that looked in his mid-thirties next to him.“Go wait downstairs,” Prince Deacon ordered the guy.“I am not hungry,” Emily said, knowing the guy was to feed on.“But today is your feeding day,” Prince Deacon said, laying the roses down on the vanity table before turning to Emily, and putting his hands on her shoulders, “what is wrong?”“Just thinking about how you have no children and deserve to have children,” Emily said, her eyes sad. Emily decided not to tell him about Wynn’s phone call, knowing he will just make them go on the run and she does not want him to spend his life on the run.“Do you want children?” Prince Deacon asked with a frown.“Does it matter since I can't have any?” Emily asked.“We can get a surrogate,” Prince Deacon reminded her of the time period they live in.“Forget I
The year 2000 and something “I thought you were dead,” Queen Lana said, sitting up on her royal throne when she saw an old acquaintance. “Kerraelas, old friend,” King Makens said, standing up from his throne to greet his Raven friend that looked as young as he does. After the embrace, King Makens signaled his servants to come closer. “What do you want to drink? Are you hungry?” “I am not staying long,” Kerraels said. “Where have you been all this time?” Queen Lana asked. “Does it matter?” Kerraels asked. “What brings you here? A warning? What has your foresight shown to you?” King Makens asked, looking at the serious expression on Kerraels' face. “I have seen many things to come,” Kerraels said. “I heard someone sighted you,” Queen Amirah said, walking in, Prince Andre at her side. “Queen Amirah,” Kerraels said, taking her hand and kissing it. “Prince Andre, how is hybrid life treating you?” Kerraels turned his attention to Prince Andre and shook his hand. “It has its perks
Princess Freda realized that she will have to hide out for a while and birth her children first before attempting to find Emily so she slowly made her way to the nearest harbor to board a ship to Europe and from there it was slow and hot, uncomfortable journey to Egypt. Even though she knew it was risky staying at Queen Zuberi’s palace, she didn’t know where else to go and luckily for her, the palace still carried Gabriella’s spell. Princess Freda was well taken care of by Queen Zuberi’s servants, none of them knowing that Queen Zuberi was dead and she thought it best not to enlighten them, for the sake of her twins. A few months later she gave birth to two healthy babies and instead of finding Emily, she decided it can wait as there was a raging human World War Two going on and the last thing she wanted is to get caught in the crossfire leaving her children without a mother. She was not sure if they were like King Lowe or King Thorvald and knew it will still be a few years before she
‘No!’ Princess thought. ‘King Thorvald is bringing Phoebe over to you,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe desperately. ‘What?’ King Lowe mind linked her back as the door to his cell opened. “She is ripe. Try not to kill her, you don’t want to upset your mate,” King Thorvald laughed, ripping Phoebe’s made-shift dress off her, making her gasp. “Don’t do this,” King Lowe pleaded, smelling Phoebe, feeling his animal instinct ripping through him uncontrollably as he shifted into his werewolf form as the moon reached the tower. “Go on, have s*x with him,” King Thorvald compelled Phoebe before leaving. “No, stay away,” King Lowe yelled. ‘Please control yourself, think about me, please don’t hurt her,’ Princess Freda pleaded in a mind link. ‘She will have to kill me,’ King Lowe mind linked Princess Freda back. ‘There must be another way,’ Princess Freda pleaded. "We claimed each other. Is our bond not strong enough?" 'On a full moon, werewolves can't control themselves,' King Lowe
“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell. “She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly. “Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat. “Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again. “Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him. “Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know. “Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled. “I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted. “Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.” Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if
King Thorvald went back to the castle and straight to the tower to give Princess Freda the bad news. “Someone is coming. You have to leave now,” King Lowe pleaded with Princess Freda. “What if this time they notice you are not chained to the wall?” King Lowe asked. “What does it matter? I can still break my chains,” Princess Freda said. "Besides, I am compelled not to try and escape. That is why I have to wait for my friend so that she can bring me a shaman necklace,” Princess Freda said. The door opened and King Thorvald walked in with a big smile on his face. “Bad news. I have found Phoebe.” Princess Freda hung her head in defeat with no response. King Thorvald walked over to her and took her arm, bringing her palm to his mouth before sinking his teeth into her. After drinking his fill, he ripped her dress off her and wiped his mouth with it before turning to King Lowe, “Perhaps now you won't be able to resist her.” “He can not even reach me, you moron,” Princess Freda spat, n