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For the next few months, your belly grew while you stayed in peace with a pack that consisted only of she-wolves. One morning while having breakfast you knew something is wrong when both the pack luna and her shaman took a seat at the table that you are seated at. "What an honor to have breakfast with the two of you," you greeted with a nervous smile. "Good morning," the luna greets you. "I come with bad news. The rogue king has sent a message. If I don't hand you over he will execute my whole pack." "When do you plan to hand me over?" You ask as you put your fork down. "He is already waiting but he can't see us, not yet," she informs you. "If there was time I would have helped you but there is none." You can see that she is not happy about it. Even though you have not joined her pack you are practically a pack member. The luna stood up but you stop her. "I have a human friend that needs your help." 'I might not be able to be free but perhaps Mel can still be free,' you think as
You didn't wake up when Davide returned to the room later that night and placed your daughter next to you. 'It is her feeding time,' Davide startled awake when the wetnurse mind links him.'Come in,' he mind link her back and sat up. ''Feed her and don't bring her back,'' Davide said in a soft tone to not wake you up.Your eyes fling open when the wet nurse shut the door behind her.You can smell a baby and know it is your daughter. You leap towards the door, not realizing that Davide is in bed with you. You sink to the ground against the door, crying. Sparks flow through you when a warm hand touches yours. You open your eyes and meet Davide's. You charge him and find yourself on top of him, slamming your fist against his chest as silent tears fell.When your body no longer had the strength you fell onto his chest. 'Don't do this,' you mind link him, pushing off his chest to see his face.''Claim me,'' he says in a soft pleading voice, his hands on your thighs. 'No. You are a mon
Instead of reading the letter, you got occupied with tending to your newborn. ''Princess?'' you hear a familiar voice after a knock on the bedroom door.''Dave?!'' you exclaim. ''Come in,'' you say, taking your daughter off your breast and covering yourself.''Sorry, I can come back later,'' he apologizes and retreats.''Don't be silly,'' you chuckle. You lay your daughter carefully down on the bed and embrace Dave, catching him off guard. ''I am so happy to see you alive and well.''''I am sorry for allowing all that shit to happen to you. We were all spelled, and under Davide's kingship orders,'' he explains. ''I know,'' you say with a forgiving smile.''Since he send the enchantress on her way and allowed shaman Innkarr to give him the guidance he has been a good leader. I have to admit he makes a damn good alpha king. He is a natural leader unlike alpha Chase,'' Dave says.''Please stop talking about Davide as if he is God's gift to mankind,'' you say irritated.''He and his mafi
You decide that you had a good life growing up as an omega with omega parents and with that in mind you make the decision to leave. But not today. 'First I have to find a job,' you tell yourself, opening the laptop on the table. ''No password,'' you say in disbelief. ''Where do you want to grow up?'' you ask your daughter as if she is going to answer you. You type in your degree details and click on search. You apply for all the job listings popping up. 'I will just go with the highest paying job where ever that takes us,' you think. You remember that your phone is at your parents' apartment. 'My apartment,' you correct yourself, sadness filling you. 'I wonder if their bones are ready to call them back as spirit wolves,' you wonder. Here is an idea. Why not call your biological father fourth as well? He died in his wolf form so that means he will come back in his human spirit.Your daughter fuzzing snaps you out of your thoughts. ''Ok, ok,'' you laugh and offer your breast to her bu
''What?'' Dave asked looking at you smiling pretty at him.''I am just thinking about our teen years,'' you say smiling. ''What about them?'' Dave asks taking a sip of his third beer.''Trust me, princess he is way too busy keeping seven mates happy to have time to think about his long-forgotten teenage sweetheart,'' one of his mates chuckled sarcastically walking past you and wrapping her arms around him. ''Watch your tone,'' Dave warns her. ''I will leave the two of you to it,'' you blush, standing up from your bar chair. You turn to walk away but the rest of Dave's mates stood there, hands on hips.''Who is watching my daughter?!'' you exclaim.''Do you really expect us to watch your daughter while you try to steal our man?'' one snorted.''You are talking to your queen!'' Dave reminds them all to have some respect.You don't care to argue or defend yourself and storm off to get to your daughter.You got outside of the pub and realized that Dave has the car keys. You look back at
You thought it strange that not even Ina has met the boss. Your day was busy with learning the ropes from Ina and feeding your daughter in between. The time flew past and you are left disappointed at the end of the day not having met the new boss. You met almost everyone, including all the men, not one smelling like the scent you picked up this morning. On the bright side, you are happy that you have not met a single lycan. Exactly what you want. ''I would invite you for drinks but I noticed you are breastfeeding,'' Ina says as you make your way out of the building. You smile politely with your daughter in your arms. Actually, you were grateful to have an excuse not to join your co-workers. The next few months flew by and you have been working hard. The closest you got to your boss was with email, thanking you for doing good work. ''Are you going to be at the year-end function tonight?'' Ina asks, all excited. 'Can't. Do you know what nannies cost at night in this town?'' you decli
That night you hired a nanny to watch your daughter for a couple of hours so that you can go to a nightclub in the hope to find a vampire so that you can send Mel a message. You got dressed and wondered if a vampire will look at you dressed in all black or should you dress normallyYou slip on a short black mini dress with a pair high heels, your legs on full display. You wonder what to do with your hair. 'Up or down?' you ask yourself lifting your hair in a high ponytail before tieing it up. You applied your makeup but decide not to go gothic fearing it might be overkill***''Here goes nothing,'' you say getting out of the cab and walking towards the club, falling into the short line outside of the door. You take note that the line consisted of only couples. One holding the other by a leash.'Did I get the details wrong?' you wonder. You get to the front of the club.''Only couples,'' the doorman says. ''I, I,'' you stumble over your words. ''Check if there is a singleton in the qu
After a word with Shirley you took your leave, eager to get home and shift so that you can heal up. You smoothly negotiated weekend-only shifts and Shirley was more than happy to agree to your terms as most of her violent customers visited the club on weekends. You also agreed to go in on emergencies when Mr. Reef shows up during the week at double the hourly rate.After paying the nanny she left and you went to the room that you shared with your daughter. She looked on with big bright eyes as you shifted into your wolf form and back. After a shower, you got into bed and disappointedly thought about the evening. You didn't smell a single supernatural.The next morning you overslept and got ready in a hurry. ''I am so sorry for being late,'' you apologize rushing into the office. You catch the familiar scent again. ''I take it the boss is in again?''''He sure is,'' Ina says with a smile. ''I should go and introduce myself and apologize for being late,'' you say walking towards his d
You were about to leave the hall, your mind swirling with what had just transpired, when the heavy doors suddenly swung open. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor echoed as Elle was dragged in, her body fighting the handlers every step of the way. Her arms flailed, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free. You could hear her sharp breaths and the sounds of her struggles, the chaos of her fury cutting through the tension in the room."Let her go!" you demanded, your voice carrying the authority only royalty can wield. The handlers hesitated, caught off guard by the power in your tone. Against their will, they released Elle, stepping back reluctantly as she stood, now free to stand on her own two feet.Elle glared at them but didn’t hesitate. Her expression was a mixture of defiance and fury, and without a word, she stomped directly toward the Lycan King. Her steps were firm, unwavering, as she faced the man who held her fate in his hands.You joined her at her si
You stand up, the urgency of your thoughts pushing you into motion. The weight of the decision, the need to be sure Elle is safe, weighs heavily on your chest. "We can leave after Elle returns," you say, your voice steady but the worry still evident in your eyes. "I need to be sure she’s going to be okay."You move toward the door, your hand resting on the handle as you prepare to face whatever awaits you outside. You’re going to plead with the Lycan King, no matter how dangerous it may be. Elle deserves a chance, deserves to have her fate in her own hands. You won’t let the world crush her under the weight of its expectations."Where are you going?" Davide’s voice stops you mid-step, his tone laced with curiosity and something else—amusement?You turn to face him, meeting his gaze with determination. "I’m going to go plead with the Lycan King to pardon Elle’s behaviour. He must realise that she wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t for the stupid Vampire King."At the mention of Michae
You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harde
Elle’s steps faltered as she turned toward the hallway, her mind set on finding a way out, a way to fight back. But before she could take another step, a firm grip seized her arm, pulling her back with a force that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around to face Jude’s father, his face twisted with a mixture of regret and resolve. “You can’t leave, Elle,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an underlying urgency to his words.“What the hell are you doing?” Elle snarled, struggling against his hold. Her pulse raced, her mind spinning as her fury grew. “Let me go. I’m not staying here. I’m not waiting for the Higher Council to come and take me!”Jude’s father’s grip tightened. “You don’t understand. If you leave now, they’ll find you. They’ll use you against us. We can’t let that happen. I’m doing this to protect you... and us.”Elle’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her toward the back of the house, away from the fro
Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow
The shadows stretched long across the floor of Michael’s chamber, the heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of his own steady breathing. His hands curled into fists as he moved toward the far side of the room, where an ornate wooden wardrobe stood against the stone wall. He had known this room well before it was his—it had belonged to his brother, and his brother had been cunning, always keeping a way out, a path unseen.Michael placed his palm against the side of the wardrobe, feeling for the hidden seam. With a slight push, the back panel groaned, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the dark. He took a step forward—but stopped. Something unseen and unfathomable coiled around his body, anchoring him in place. His fangs bared instinctively, his power rising to meet the force that held him back.A spell.His mind worked quickly, fingers tracing over the air as he called on his own magic, whispering an incantation under his breath to dismantle whatever bound him. But it was
The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for hi
Kurt followed Wynn down the winding corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. The Lycan King's command had been clear, and now it was time for the next step. They arrived at the chambers of the shaman, where the ancient being was waiting, his eyes clouded with the knowledge of his craft.The shaman nodded to Kurt and Wynn, gesturing for them to enter. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, and the scent of herbs and incense hung in the air. The shaman motioned for Kurt to sit in the center of a ritual circle, marked with glowing symbols and runes.As Wynn stood nearby, observing the ritual, the shaman began his chant, speaking in an ancient tongue that reverberated through the room. Kurt closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of the spell being placed over him, an invisible force that began to settle over his body. The power of the fated mate bond was strong, a magic that ran deep into his veins, connecting him to Elle whether he was r
The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowin