Wynn asked Princess Bently halfway through her climax to marry him. “Are you mad?” Princess Bently gasped. “It was worth the try,” Wynn said, before kissing her. A day later the letter arrived and Wynn mind linked Prince Deacon that it did. ‘Please send Benjamin and Deserey with some clothing and my business suitcase,’ Prince Deacon mind linked him the location. ‘When will you be back?’ Wynn asked. ‘I won’t be back. Make sure you send Emily’s letter back with them,’ Prince Deacon mind linked him. ‘Be sure to send me a wedding invite,’ Wynn mind linked with a grin on his face. ‘By the way, did Princess Freda tell you that she has met her fated mate?’ Prince Deacon mind linked. ‘She did not. She keeps to her room most of the time. That must be why she is so different,’ Wynn mind linked in shock. ‘I think Prince Adio was her fated mate, but it is believed that he committed suicide shortly after she returned,’ Prince Deacon explained what happened. ‘You don’t think she accidenta
‘What are you doing here? How did you find me?’ Prince Deacon opened his mind to mind link his father. Prince Deacon looked over at Wynn, knowing besides Lord Dario, Wynn was the only other person that knew where he was. ‘I had nothing to do with it, I promise,’ Wynn mind linked Prince Deacon. ‘Take Emily and run,’ Lord Deacon mind linked Wynn as they slowly walked towards his parents. ‘No, bring her,’ his mother mind linked. “I should be angry at you, but right now I am scared,” Emily whispered. Prince Deacon could feel her fear and her mind. “I am so sorry, my darling.” “I see you got married again,” Queen Lana said. Wynn looked over at Princess Freda still standing at the front of the church and hoped that they won't catch her scent. “You can hardly consider a supernatural wedding legit,” Prince Deacon said, holding on to Emily, knowing he should run and get her out of there. “It is time for you to come home,” King Makens said. “Why? You don’t need me there. My life is her
Wynn tracked Shysie’s scent, thinking that the royals must have come with more vampires and his speculations were right when he found a vampire in a pub, closing in on his next human drink. “I have what you need,” Wynn tricked the vampire to follow him. The vampire knew who Wynn was and followed him, not thinking twice. “What happened here?” the vampire asked, entering the church. “Shysie,” Wynn said coldly. “Your sister did this?” the vampire asked, stepping over the dead bodies. “She left one,” Wynn pointed Emily out, sitting on the floor at the dead bodies of her father and siblings, knowing the vampire was just playing dumb. “You know we cannot kill,” the vampire objected. “I didn’t say kill her, but just drink her half to death,” Wynn said. “Why don’t you do it?” the vampire questioned. “You know I prefer food,” Wynn said, hoping the vampire will go for it. The vampire sped over to Emily but before his teeth touch her skin, Wynn slammed him to the ground, using the buil
Princess Freda does not know how long she has been sleeping but was woken up when two women whom she recognized from the night Prince Adio tried to claim her walked into her room. “I am Chione, a wife of Prince Ra,” a beautiful woman, her skin the color of cinnamon, her eyes hickory brown and sharp at the edges, her hair long and light brown, her voice smooth like honey. “I am Sanura, also a wife of Prince Ra,” as beautiful as Choine's her skin light tortilla brown, her hair mocha brown, her eyes golden brown like gemstones, her voice airy.” “I recognize you. Were you not the wives of Prince Adio? I didn’t know the wives get past on to the next in line?” Princess Freda asked, shocked that Prince Ra, her prince, her fated mate, would take his father's wives. “That is correct, but before we belonged to Prince Adio, we belonged to Prince Ra first,” Sanura said, a smile on her face. “I am not sure I understand,” Princess Freda said. “First, let us start getting you ready,” Choine sai
Instead of taking Princess Freda to Prince Ra’s room, she took her to her own room. “I see he is not here yet, but make yourself comfortable. I am sure he will be here shortly.” Nura closed the door behind her, locking Princess Freda inside before walking over to Prince Ra’s room. “I regret to inform you that Freda had no interest in coming to your room,” Nura said, walking into Prince Ra’s room, and closing the door. “Then I will go to her,” Prince Ra stood up. “If I can give advice from a woman, let her come on her own terms. It will be much more rewarding,” Nura said, putting palms on his bare chest; Prince Ra wearing only a haram pants and an open dress shirt. Prince Ra swept Nura up and took her to his bed and while he made love to her, he mind links princess Freda so that she could feel his pleasure and hear Nura’s screams filled with pleasure. After half an hour of her mind being r*ped by the screams and sight of Nura, Princess Freda finally managed to block prince Ra out.
Princess Freda opened her door and pulled the guard in, overpowering him, sinking her teeth into his neck all while he struggled and screamed for help. After a minute he calmed down, giving in to the intoxication. Princess Freda could feel his pulse slowing down and it brought her back to reality, pulling away from the guard. “What have I done?” “You should let him drink your blood, it will help him recover,” Princess Freda heard a familiar voice and looked up at Zuberi. Princess Freda didn’t hesitate and bite opened her wrist and put it to the guard's mouth, but he was not responding. Zuberi kneeled down next to them and forced Princess Freda’s wrist into the guard's mouth. “Drink,” she compelled him and Princess Freda felt him sucking. “That is enough, stop,” Zuberi compelled the guard again. “Leave us,” Zuberi ordered, and the guard took his place outside the room, blood all over his clothes. “I was so hungry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Princess Freda said, looking at her night
For the next month, Prince Ra visited Princess Freda every night, having dinner with her in silence, listening to her talking about whatever came to her mind, refusing to respond. After dinner, he will take out his sexual frustrations on one of his wives, every single one of them not complaining. One evening, on his way back to his room, Zuberi intersected him. “How long is this going to carry on?” “As long as it takes,” Prince Ra said, trying to brush her off. “You know there is an easy solution to make her accept your marriage terms,” Zuberi said. “What are you talking about?” Prince Ra asked, turning to face her. Zuberi pointed at the scar in her neck. “Your real father gave me this the day he claimed me as his forever mate. Since the both of you are hybrids of the same species, by marking each other she will forget all about marriage and go to your bed without objection.” “Really?” Prince Ra asked, curious. “I promise,” Zuberi said, not telling him that by claiming her he wi
Egypt. All six of Prince Ra’s wives arrived at Princess Freda’s room to get her ready for the wedding and when they noticed that she was not there, they all feared for their lives. “He will blame us. He is going to kill all of us,” Nashwa cried out in panic. “One of us needs to go tell him,” Zahra said, filled with fear. “Send the guard because I think the messenger is going to get killed,” Sanura said, trying not to show her fear. Zuberi heard that Princess Freda agreed to marry Prince Ra and thought that they have claimed each other, but when she entered Prince Ra’s room and saw no mark between his collarbone and neck, disappointment filled her. “Why didn’t you let her mark you back?” Zuberi asked, adjusting his dress shirt. “We didn’t get around to it. It wasn’t needed to claim each other after all, but we will get to that later today, after the wedding or perhaps during the wedding,” Prince Ra said, happiness radiating off him. ‘That is a relief,’ Zuberi thought, but her th