‘I can’t, if I don’t complete the contract, I have with your mother my pack will be executed,’ Zara mind linked him, showing him everything. ‘Oh, is that what I saw earlier? I wasn’t so sure what it meant,’ Prince Mano mind linked her back, turning around and getting onto the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her wolf. Prince Mano did not allow himself to fall asleep, knowing the trouble they were facing if they were discovered. ‘Thank goodness I had an extra shaman necklace in my room,’ Prince Mano thought to himself, listening to Zara sleeping. ‘What is a shaman necklace?’ Zara mind linked him. ‘I thought you were sleeping. A shaman necklace contains a special ritual muti and together with a special hymn you can break any vampire compelling,’ he mind linked her. ‘How can I sleep with your thoughts so loud in my head?’ Zara mind linked him back. ‘I will have to teach you how to block others out,’ Prince Mano mind linked her, kissing her on her head, her fur soft against
“The vampires can only feed off a human every two to three days and even though they only need to feed every three days or so, some of them like to overindulge, to have optimal strength, to match that of the other species, especially the lycan’ strength,” Madie informed as they entered the Sunroom. “I have so much to learn,” Zara said, walking over to the lycan royal table. “Enjoy your breakfast,” Madie said before leaving to join her own friends. ‘You look breathtaking,’ Prince Mano mind linked her privately. “Thank you,” Zara said out loud. “Thank you for what?” Queen Lana asked, dapping her mouth with a napkin. ‘Did I just say that out loud?’ Zara asked herself. ‘You sure did,’ Prince Mano mind linked her with a little chuckle. “For inviting me to sit with you for breakfast,” Zara promptly said to rectify her gaffe. An omega of the pack stood closer and pulled out a chair for Zara before she could herself. “Thank you,” Zara said, sitting down. “At least this one is bette
After a few mishaps and stalling the car Prince Deacon was driving smoothly, making their way to Humpington. “If I may ask, why this specific street?” the driver asked, showing Prince Deacon to turn left into the street. “I was told that it will be a good investment,” Prince Deacom lied, not really trusting the driver or anyone for that matter. “Good investment? It is the most expensive street in all of England, besides the King’s castle of course,” the driver shook his head. “Don’t concern yourself too much,” Prince Deacon chuckled. “This is the house,” the driver said. Prince Deacon stopped the car abruptly. “Thank you for driving me and bringing me to my destination, you may leave.” “Are you sure? I can wait. In case you don’t buy a property today,” the driver offered. “No need, thank you,” Prince Deacon said before walking towards the front door, Wynn following. “So have you decided what you are going to introduce me as?” Wynn asked. “My cousin,” Prince Deacon said befor
‘Did she come outside again?’ Prince Deacon wondered at the stronger scent, not knowing yet that Emily and her family stay in the next house and did not notice her and her father walking to their house when her father finished work for the day. After the cab drove off with Deserey and Benjamin, Wynn walked out of sight and sped off to go and see if any furniture pieces survived. Prince Deacon stood on the porch of his mansion, enjoying Emily’s lingering scent until he notices Wynn coming back thirty minutes later with a bed. After another few trips, Prince Deacon’s mansion looked more like home. “I need to replenish,” Wynn says, crashing on one of the living room chairs. “Well, I am not stopping you,” Prince Deacon said, taking a seat across from him. “See you before sunrise,” Wynn said before speeding off to find himself a human to drink blood from. Prince Deacon went to the master bedroom and laid down on the bed with only a mattress as Wynn didn’t bring any bed sheets. Not th
Prince Deacon stood by his window looking over at Emily’s house, wondering when she was going to make her way over to princess Bently’s house. “I wonder if Princess Bently will be introducing Emily to us as Princess Freda or not?” “I bet you she was going to introduce Emily to us,” Wynn said, sipping on a cup of coffee. “Finally,” Prince Deacon said when he saw Eliot leave Emily’s house, catching a glimpse of her beautiful face. Emily looked over at Prince Deacon, noticing someone at the window. ‘I wonder what he is like?’ “Guess I have to get ready to be Princess Freda,” Emily said out loud, talking to herself. “You are prettier than Princess Freda,” one of Emily’s younger sisters complimented her. Emily bent down to her younger sister’s level. “It is not about what is on the outside, but more about what is on the inside,” she said, pointing at her chest. “So, if the gentlemen across the street were ugly, would you have smiled so sweetly, peeking through the window?” her sister
“The money must have gone to your daughter's head, Alfred. Don’t think I did not see you encouraging her to steal Lord Deacon away from my Freda,” Princess Bently said before taking a sip of her tea. Alfred wanted to walk Emily over to their mansion next door, but before he could leave, Princess Bently stopped him. “Alfred, my tea is cold.” “I will get hot water and a fresh cup,” Alfred said, walking over and taking the delegate floral print teacup and saucer off the table. “Princess Freda, a fresh cup for you?” Alfred asked, walking around. “Please,” Princess Freda said, putting her cup down. “You will talk to Emily and tell her to stand down? Eliot is such a nice man. Surely he will make a fine son-in-law,” Prince Bently advised. “He did not even know she exist until I received the money for Emily’s hand,” Alfred objected. “True, but even after getting a large sum the day before yesterday, he still called on her this morning,” Princess Freda said. ‘I will be damn if I am goin
“Will you join me for dinner? I promise you don’t have to cook it,” Prince Deacon said, smiling. “Princess Freda is a lovely option for you, my lord, and she is right in many ways,” Emily started, even though she wanted to throw herself at this handsome lord’s feet and beg him to run away with her. “What do you mean?” Prince Deacon asked. “For starters, I am spoken for by lord Eliot and I am damaged goods,” Emily said, her cheeks turning blush. “Damaged goods?” Prince Deacon asked, wanting to laugh but keeping his serious face so as to not offend her. “You see, not even a week ago I was sold to be married to a lord from America, but for some reason, he brought me back with no explanation,” Emily explained. “Lucky me then,” Prince Deacon said with a smile, finding it hard to hold his laughter in. “What will people think? Surely you don’t want to stain your name with a girl like me. I have no titles and I am not even sure that I am still a virgin,” Emily said. “How so?” Lord Deac
‘She must be on to us, which means she might have shifted,’ Wynn thought to himself. “Princess Freda, can I invite you in for a drink?” Wynn asked, showing his hand towards Prince Deacon’s mansion. ‘Why? What are you up to?’ Prince Deacon mind linked Wynn. ‘I think she is on to us,’ Wynn mind linked. ‘Are you sure?’ Prince Deacon mind linked back. ‘Well, we are about to find out,’ Wynn mind linked, waiting for a response from Princess Freda. “I should not. What would it look like? a lady of my status, alone in your house?” Princess Fredas declined. “You won’t be alone. Our cook is inside,” Wynn said. “I will come with,” Emily offered. “Actually, I was hoping to talk to Princess Freda alone,” Wynn said, cutting Emily off. “Oh, I see,” Emily said, walking away, towards her own mansion to get ready for dinner. “Um, well,” Princess Freda said, unsure. “It will only take a moment. It is about werewolves,” Wynn dared to say with Emily out of earshot, thinking that Princess Freda