“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
“Tell me, what are you going to do once you manage to win Emily’s heart over?” Wynn asked. “I am going to marry her,” Prince Deacon said. “After that? Are you just going to stay here forever? Let her grow old?” Wynn asked. “I am going to grow old with her,” Prince Deacon said. “And then what?” Wynn asked. “Then I will do what all old people do; die. I just hope that I will go before her as I cannot bear to be without her,” Prince Deacon said, staring in front of him. “You cannot be serious? The council will catch up with you before long,” Wynn said, half laughing. “Once I marry Emily, I am moving away from here. No one will ever find us,” Prince Deacon said, very sure of himself. “I don’t see you hiding from the council forever, but don’t let me be the one to ruin your hopes and dreams,” Wynn said as he made his way up the stairs to get ready for dinner. “Need help to get dressed?” Benjamin asked. “Yes, sure, why not,” Wynn agreed. “I hate seeing her on another man’s arm,” P
They both walk over to Lord Eliot with their drinks in their hands. “Lord Eliot, do you really love Lady Emily?” Prince Deacon said. “I will learn to love her. I am just out of time, and I would like to at least attempt to leave an heir, in case I die in the war,” Lord Eliot explained. “If another man is in love with Emily, would you step aside?” Wynn asked. “I am sure that there is no other man that would want a title-less woman and she knows that. Miss Emily knows she has nothing to offer but her beauty and one cannot even be sure that she is still a virgin,” Lord Eliot said. “If you ever speak ill of Miss Emily ever again, I will end your life!” Prince Deacon shouted, about to grab him, but Wynn jumped in and held him back. “Go for a run!” Wynn compelled Prince Deacon, not sure if Prince Deacon was wearing his shaman necklace or not, but either way, he hoped that Prince Deacon will go before he kills Lord Eliot. “I thought you gentlemen wanted to celebrate my engagement?! It
“Sorry for keeping you up so late,” Princess Freda apologized.“No need, I was enjoying my book while waiting,” the lady-in-waiting, Olivia said. Olivia has been Princess Freda’s lady-in-waiting for the past five years, ever since she turned twenty and finished a course in hairdressing, and learned how to sew. Olivia had a fair complexion like most British citizens, with big blue eyes and blond hair, always kept in a low net in her neck.“I did not know you know how to read,” Princess Freda said, standing in front of her vanity mirror so that Olivia could undress her.“It is something we get taught when training to be a lady’s maid,” Olivia said, undressing Princess Freda.After being dressed in her nightgown, Princess Freda sat at her vanity table so that Oliva could brush out her hair.“Do you think Miss Emily is prettier than me?” Princess Freda puts Olivia on the spot.“You are a princess. She is nothing more than the daughter of a butler. One would think now that they have become
One of Emily’s younger brothers opened the door. “Good day my lord.” “Good day, young man. I was wondering if I may see Miss Emily?” Prince Deacon played along with the formalities, entertaining the young boy. “My lord, I am afraid Miss Emily has nothing to wear,” the boy chuckled. “Perhaps you can send her these? One of them should fit?” Prince Deacon said, showing the dresses. “Just a moment, my Lord,” the young boy said and walked off into the living room and returned with one of his sisters. “She will take the dresses to Miss Emily,” the young boy said. “Thank you. Please let her know to come down as soon as she is dressed,” Prince Deacon said, after handing over the dresses to Emily’s younger sister. Emily's younger sister knocked on her bedroom door. “I have some dresses for you.” “I don’t want any of Princess Freda’s dresses!” Emily shouted for her sister to go away. “It is not from her. The fancy lord across the street brought them over,” her sister said back through t
“I cannot believe that there is a war going on. It is so peaceful and normal here,” Prince Deacon said. “Will you volunteer?” Emily wondered. “Do you want me to?” Prince Deacon asked, willing to do whatever she wanted him to. “Well,” Emily was about to say no, that she does not believe in war, but got interrupted. “Here we are,” the driver said after bringing the car to a halt in front of Emily’s house. After paying the driver, Prince Deacon walked Emily to her front door. “Thank you for a lovely picnic.” “No, thank you,” Emily said, smiling from ear to ear. “I would kiss you, but I know it is not the proper way here,” Prince Deacon said, before stepping away from her. “See you for afternoon tea,” Emily said before walking into her house and shutting the door, leaning against it. ‘Is this what it feels like to be in love?’ she wondered. Prince Deacon walked over to his own residence before Princess Freda noticed him, but when he got into his house, he heard her in the living r
Emily helped her father get everything in order for their trip, not aware that they were not coming back. That evening, Prince Deacon arranged a romantic dinner by candlelight while Wynn had dinner with the princesses. Deserey, with the help of hired help from a chef Prince Deacon hired presented them with a six-course meal. Smoked salmon with prawns, horseradish cream & lime vinaigrette to start accompanied with a glass of sparkling dry white wine that had a brutt sweetness to it. Their Celery soup was paired with a glass of un-oaked white wine and their fried appetizers that consisted of devils eggs and country ham were served with a full-body white wine. "I was expecting lobster salad," Emily joked when she was presented with a Salmon, pickled beetroot, and fennel salad followed by a glass of orange wine. Prince Deacon chuckled. "I did not think Orange wine will taste this good." Prince Duncan could not believe himself for having walked this earth for so long and never tried
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