“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
The naked ladies grabbed their dresses and as they leave the room, they put on their dresses, laughing. Princess Claire looked at the sheets that have bloodstains on them. King Torvald walked her to the bed and cupped her small, delicate face between his long, slender fingers before kissing her, his lips barely touching hers. He continued to kiss her gently before undoing her dress, without leaving her lips. Princess Claire felt her dress drop to the floor and realized that she did not even feel King Torvald undoing it. Standing in just her undergarments, King Torvald pulled it up and only released the kiss to pull it over her head. He stepped away to look at her naked body, full breast, small waist, and curvy hips. “Beautiful.” King Torvald pushed her gently to the bed, but Princess Claire made the fatal mistake of objecting. “Please, can you at least arrange for clean sheets?” King Torvald hated nothing more than the mood being ruined. Forcefully, he pinned Princess Claire do