“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
“Here we are,” Hannah said, opening the door to a large room with large open windows draped with silk curtains. “Wow,” Emily exclaimed as she looked around at the rows and rows of dresses, hats, shoes, hair accessories, and jewelry. “The wardrobes that are in the rooms can fit seven at most,” Hannah said. “How do I choose just seven?” Emily asked, looking at an excessively thrilled dark pink dress. “Your lady-in-waiting will get used to your preference and will just select dresses for you every day,” Hannah said. “I am used to hand-me-downs from my best friend, but I don’t think I want to be wearing a dress that someone else or several other ladies has already worn,” Emily said, looking at the next dress. “Neither should you,” Prince Deacon said, standing in the doorway. “I don’t mean to be pinned up,” Emily said. ‘I did not even know he followed us,’ Emily thought. “I will send for my seamstress. She will whip you up a whole room of dresses in no time,” Prince Deacon said, hol
“I hope you will not be tearing up the dress I make,” Cora said as she rolled up her measuring tape. “Of course not,” Prince Deacon said, walking over to the bed where some fabrics lay, taking a piece between his fingers, thinking how beautiful it will look on Emily. “I love this fabric and this tone,” Prince Deacon said, looking over at Cora. “Thistle purple Sheer fabric can add it as an overlay and sleeves,” Cora took the roll of fabric from Prince Deacon’s hands and rolled more off to get a good flow. She placed it over Emily’s arm and on her face. “The color matches her skin tone perfectly.” “Any color and fabric you fancy?” Cora asked Emily. “I love this, it is beautiful, perhaps a couple of nightgowns for Prince Deacon’s pressure?” Emily asked, and looked over at Prince Deacon, making sure he understood her intentions to keep her pretty head on her shoulders. “Perhaps, but we are still six months away from our wedding night, so let’s leave the seduction for then, shall we?”
“Please stop,” Emily asked with a firm tone, her face red, feeling like every woman in the dining hall might know what he was doing. “Remove your hand from mine and continue eating,” Prince Deacon ordered her with a naughty smile on his face. Emily does as he said and felt him gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it up, his hands touching her pantalets and fiddling with his fingers until he felt the open-cut that lead to the open part of her pantalets until his hand touched the skin of her inner thigh. “Please don’t do this, not here,” she pleaded as she felt his hand slip up all the way to her womanhood, touching her pubic hair, regretting it as he now sits with a full erection. Emily could feel the tears build up in her eyes, feeling violated. Prince Deacon watched her face, which was almost as red as the tomatoes on her plate. He was about to seek out her clitoris when he saw the first tear run down her face. He immediately retracted his hand, feeling ashamed of making her
“On second thought,” Prince Deacon said and pushed Madie down onto the bed again and kissed her body, working his way down to her womanhood, with his eyes on Emily’s, that was standing in shock, at the bed, her eyes on him. ‘What is he doing? I thought I made my intentions clear,’ Emily thought, wondering why he was insulting her like this. Madie started to moan from the pleasure between her legs, Prince Deacon holding onto her thighs. “Yes, yes!” Madie moaned. Emily did not really understand what was going on, as she was not experienced at all. That night was the first time that she ever saw a man’s private part. After Madie reached her climax, Prince Deacon told her to get dressed. “Help her,” he demanded, a dumfounded Emily. Emily obeyed, violently dressing Madie with her eyes still on Prince Deacon that has put his manhood away but was still shirtless. After Madie left, prince Deacon went to the bathroom. “I am going to brush my teeth.” Emily took the moment to get out of h
“Don’t stop on my account. Continue, please,” he demanded. Unable to not do as he say, Emily found herself pulling up the sheer dress and placing her fingers back between her legs. ‘Why am I listening to him,’ she wondered, wishing the floor would just open and swallow her. Emily kept her eyes on his and, even though she was rubbing her womanhood, she was unable to bring herself to the point of climax, feeling too embarrassed. Prince Deacon kneeled beside her and swung her legs open, one on either side. Emily tried to close her legs, but he put his hands on her thighs. “Open them, don’t resist me.” He does not mean to demand her as he merely wanted to pleasure her, forgetting the power he held over her. Emily opened her legs obediently and Prince Deacon put his mouth first to her breast, sucking her nipple through the sheer fabric, making Emily gasp in pleasure she did not understand. He slipped his mouth down between her legs and kisses her fingers first. Emily remembered how Ma
‘MATE,’ Prince Deacon felt ripping through him. Zara felt it as well and smiled sweetly. “What is that?” Zara asked, pretending not to know. “That, my dear, is the mating bond,” Prince Deacon said, and pulled her aside. Queen Lana stood up. “He has chosen one.” King Makens and Queen Lana walked over to Prince Deacon. “I have mated again, but I am still mated to Emily,” he said, confused, as he knew that you cannot mate with more than one person at the same time. “I wonder how come?” King Makens asked, confused, looking at the girl and then his wife. King Makens saw what his wife has done but does not object. “There must be some deeper meaning to it. I will look into it,” King Makens said. “I suggest the two of you get married tonight and claim each other right away,” Queen Lana said. “You know I cannot claim another mate since I already claimed Emily,” Prince Deacon said, regretting the words, as he knew what his mother will suggest next. “Don’t you worry about her, we will
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