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
After a two-day journey, they arrive outside the council. “It is time that I accept the burden that chance has seen fit to lay on me,” Prince Deacon said out loud, taking a deep breath. “Came for the birth of your child?” Prince Andre, the were-owl asked, startling princess Freda. “Stop wasting my time and let us in,” Prince Deacon demanded. “You brought a little peace offering? She smells supernatural, but I can't place her,” Prince Andre said, circling around princess Freda. “She is a lycan hybrid,” Prince Deacon said. “I can smell the wolf on her, but she does not smell half-dead to me,” Prince Andre took a deep sniff of her hair. “Princess Freda, meet prince Andre. In case you are wondering; yes he is always this creepy,” Prince Deacon mocked. “Princess? Interesting.” Prince Andre took a piece of her hair and turned it around his fingers. “If you touch her again, it will be the last time,” Prince Ra jumped out of nowhere. “Prince Ra, what brings you to the council?” Princ
Shysie walked right up to prince Deacon and whispered into his ear. “It was King Torvald that compelled me, helping your parents.” “I thought you could not remember who compelled you?” Prince Deacon asked, shocked, in a hushed tone. “Pick their minds and you will find the truth,” Shysie said before walking off. Prince Deacon looked over at where his parents were talking to princess Freda and prince Ra. “Prince Ra will you be un-mating with Princess Freda? You know we are short princesses, especially ones with a supernatural bloodline,” Queen Lana asked. “I have five compliant wives that will be more than willing to call the council their new home and make any man that chooses to be their husband, happy,” Prince Ra offered up his wives, no longer wanting any other woman but princess Freda. “Perhaps it did work after all,” Queen Lana said, pointing at princess Freda’s neck before walking off. “Excuse me, I am retiring for the night,” she said, exhausted. “Son, see to it that they
Prince Ra positioned himself and slowly entered her, feeling the pain he was inflicting on her, but at the same time, he could feel that she wanted it. Prince Ra opened his eyes and found princess Freda’s eyes open and on him and for the rest of the lovemaking, they kept their eyes on each other, savoring every moment. The next morning. ‘Are you awake? Tell my brother you will have breakfast in the room and as soon as he has left go to my room, I will meet you there, we are leaving soon,’ Prince Mano mind linked Zara. ‘I don’t think I have much of a choice where I am going to have my breakfast,’ Zara mind linked him back, looking at her wrist tied to one of the pillars of the four-poster bed, showing Prince Mano what she was looking at. ‘That b*st*rd!’ Prince Mano thought. “I will have breakfast sent to you,” Prince Deacon said before walking to his bedroom door, dressed and ready for the day. “What if I need the bathroom?” Zara protested. “I will tell a maid to bring you a pot
Wynn jumped up and, in a split second, was on top of Emily, pinning her down. “Promise you will obey me.” Emily hizzed and struggled against him, crazy with blood lust and resentment for what he turned her into. “Promise me and I will make things better,” Wynn repeated himself, but she was beyond reasoning. Wynn knew that he had to get her to promise so that if she does not obey him, her skin will boil until she obeyed; a vampire promise was what kept them in check. No one really knew how it worked, but some believe that it started millions of years ago when vampires were born and not made. After two days of holding Emily down, she finally agreed. “I promise to obey you.” “You are not to attack me. You are not to leave this room. You are not to lure anyone into this room. Actually, you are not allowed to lure anyone, period,” Wynn ordered her. The moment Emily’s arms and legs were untied, she jumped on top of Wynn, trying to attack him. Emily screamed in pain as her skin boiled a
Wynn wrote a note to Princess Freda and Prince Deacon to let them know where he left Emily and that he will try to find them by tracking their scent so that they will know in what direction he was going. When Wynn arrived in the third town from Princess Freda’s mansion he stopped at a lodging house that offered bed-and-breakfast and booked himself in just so that he can have some food, forgetting what food even tasted like after a whole month of feeding on only humans. Wynn waited patiently for his breakfast to arrive in his room and when it did arrive, he was glad to find that he still prefer food over human blood. He was halfway through his breakfast when there was a knock on his room door again. “Go away, I am not done yet,” Wynn said, with a mouth full of food. “Father,” he recognized Princess Freda’s voice and immediately sped over to the door and opened it. “Prince Ra?” were his first words. “Hello papa,” Princess Freda said with a smile walking into the room. “Hello Wynn,
“Unfortunately for you, no; he had nothing to do with it. I don’t remember anything,” Emily says. “I thought you want to kill him, but it sounds more like you are trying to protect him,” Prince Andre said, evil lined his tone. “If I lie and say he turned me, will that give him a painful death?” Emily asked, hoping it will. “No, much worst, well worst for someone like him,” Prince Andre said, smiling. “Tell me,” Emily tried to compel it out of him. “Are you trying to compel me?” Prince Andre asked, laughing. “What if I was? Why is it not working?” Emily asked, confused. “Because of this.” Prince Andre showed her a vile tied to a string that was hanging around his neck. “But you smell very much dead and made vampires can not compel another vampire.” “What is it?” Emily asked, interested. “Shaman mix. With the right hymn it sets you free from any compelling. Whoever turned you obviously did not take the time to teach you. But not a problem. We will just get a human to drink from
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