When Jeanette’s mother came into the room, she immediately started to lick her daughter’s wounds. “What are you doing?” Jeanette asked, confused at her mother’s actions. “I am healing your wounds,” she said, before licking some more, spitting into a cup, so as to not swallow the blood, and every now and then she gaged. “Stop, please mom, just go get the first aid kit,” Jeanette said. “See, all healed up. I can’t do anything about the scars,” her mother said. “How did you do that? Are you a hybrid?” Jeanette asked. “Yes, your father forced me to turn. They trapped a vampire and Mateo forced twelve of us to drink him to death,” Jeanette’s mother said. “Why?” Jeanette asked. “It is something we were planning for a long time, but it is against the Supernatural law to turn vampires without the Higher Council's permission at a turning Ceremony that either happens every 300 years or 500 years. Vampires are not that easy to capture and hold down, for that you need to somehow trick them
During speeches, Mateo got bored and decided he showed his face long enough and signaled his men that it was time to go. On his way out Mateo’s nose caught the scent of an unfamiliar hybrid and his eyes started to search for the female's scent. “You are like me,” Phoebe heard a sexy male voice behind her and she turned around just enough to meet the man she saw earlier being greeted by the Red-Head Seductress as Daddy. ‘My word he is even more attractive up close. I hope I don’t have to kill you,’ Phoebe thought, thankful that she was still fated to Prince Mano, or she might have just given her all to this beautiful man. “I am just passing through. I am not from here,” Phoebe said, taking a sip from her champagne before fully turning around to face the beautiful man. “I can see that,” Mateo said in a hoarse tone, taking in her foreign beauty. “Can I steal you away for a private nightcap?” Mateo asked, wondering if she was going to play hard to get. “You may,” Phoebe said, slippi
After watching Mateo kiss Jeanette on her lips and tracing his mouth down to her breast and Jeanette moaning at his every touch, Phoebe could not help but be slightly disgusted by the thoughts that it was father and daughter having s*x, 'I hope he is not her real father,' Phoebe thought standing up and undoing her dress again, remembering that she needed to rinse her body from the enchantress spell powder. Phoebe smiled to herself and thought, 'I cannot believe it actually worked.' The reason Mateo fell so deeply in love so fast with her was that the moment he spoke to her from behind, breathing in the powder from her hair the spell was effective, and the more he touched her the more the powder spell will make him fall in love with her. The spell will wear off once she rinses it off so Phoebe took a long relaxing bath while listening to Jeanette's climaxing loud moans and screams. ‘I am never going to be able to tell him to stop,’ Jeanette thought as Mateo brought her to climax once
“How many other women did you mistreat like this? My mother?” Jeanette reminded him that he was a monster. “She betrayed me and well when I did this to you, I was angry and jealous,” Mateo said, feeling ashamed and hoping that she will not un mate. “He has a point,” Phoebe sided with Mateo. “Are you taking his side?” Jeanette asked in disbelieve. “My mother got killed just for having me while married to one of your real uncles, so this is nothing compared to what your true family has done. So, do you want me to take you to the higher council to meet your real family?” Phoebe asked. “She is related to the Lycan royals?” Mateo asked, shocked. “Why do you insist on using that term? And yes, she is,” Phoebe said. “I am your real family,” Mateo said, taking Jeanette's hand. ‘What if this is just a trap? What if you enslave me and continue to punish me?’ Jeanette mind linked him, her eyes on him. “His, right, you are probably better off here than at the council. Your grandmother has
“I want to un-mate so that I can mate with Michelle,” Phoebe said, taking Prince Mano’s hands. “You know that is not naturally possible and the both of you will just re-mate with a man,” Prince Mano explained to her how the whole fated mate thing worked. “So, you are telling me since we cannot reproduce as man and woman, we can not mate? What about a shaman spell?” Phoebe asked, looking into his eyes hopeful. ‘Tell her no,’ Queen Lana mind linked him, hearing her question. ‘I can hear you, you know,’ Phoebe responded to Queen Lana’s orders. “So, a shaman can help?” Phoebe asked. ‘I will kill any Shaman that helps you,’ Queen Lana mind linked Prince Mano, warning Phoebe. Prince Mano noticed Phoebe’s teary eyes and wiped the first teardrop rolling out of her eye before embracing her. The two are unaware that they are being watched. Michelle was about to walk into the garden when she saw them embracing, so she stepped out of sight before anyone could see her. Michelle managed to
Michelle came to a stream and wondered if it was enough to cut her scent off. First, she directly crosses the stream and ran for a mile before running back following the exact path. Michelle got back into the stream and made her way down the stream for a few miles before getting out and running for a while before consulting the stars to find her North, East, South, and West, always sniffing around for Cove’s scent. Michelle got too tired to run, but she kept going, walking, making progress. As the sun started to rise, she caught a familiar scent. ‘Phoebe, she thought, following the scent. She kept on losing the scent but then after a few miles, she picked it up again. ‘Must be because she was moving fast, but the scent with her?’ Michelle picked up another scent. ‘definitely female,’ she told herself, feeling jealous. Before long Michelle reached the council, and shifted back into her human form, wrapping the curtain into a dress around her body. She quietly sneaked past the gates an
Karmen came out, dressed in a shirtwaist dress garment with short sleeves, a modest neckline, and a skirt that fell below the knee. The bust was rounded but not particularly emphasized, and the waistline was belted. The shirt dress had decorative pockets and buttons down the front of the dress. “With the jacket or without?” Karmen asked, holding out a coat that coordinates the dress that was made out of contrasting fabric but lined with the dress fabric. The jacket was boxy fashioned and had wide lapels, wide shoulders, and numerous pockets. “The speed we will be going at might be a bit chilly so with the jacket,” Phoebe said, wondering why a woman that stays in the middle of nowhere would have the need for a two-piece, ‘her dress, yes, but the jacket?’ “Did your guardian take you out often?” Phoebe asked. “We went to the Dinner in town on Sundays after church,” Karmen said. “Church?” Phoebe asked, wondering why supernaturals will want to go to church. “Yes, church,” Karmen said
“Phoebe?” Jeanette confirmed, opening her bedroom door. “I am leaving for a few days, but I will be back before the end of the week,” Phoebe said, following Jeanette to her bed, which was a four-poster bed like the rest of the beds at the castle. “I hope it is to sort that out,” Jeanette pointed at Phoebe’s head, swinging her finger. “Yes, it is. Remember to not let your father or your grandparents' mind link with you,” Phoebe warned. “But what if they force it?” Jeanette asked, worried. “Then you will have to go, rogue, before they can see anything in your head,” Phoebe suggested. “If I go rogue with my mind, they will know I am up to something,” Jeanette pointed out worriedly. “Then don’t give them a reason to force themself onto you. You are a smart girl, you will figure it out,” Phoebe said, giving her a hug. “Spent time with your cousin. Try to win her trust and get information on her life, but keep it to yourself,” Phoebe said. “Like what kind of information, and why?” Je
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