"How much for her?" Mr. Reef's guest asked as if you were for sale."She is not for sale," Mr. Reef chuckles."How much?" his guest asks again."She is not for sale!" Mr. Reef says a bit louder, panic clear in his tone."I am going to give you one more chance to sell her to me," his guest says. You hear a little struggle and Mr. Reef gasping for air, trying to scream for help."Very well then," you heard his guest say before blood hit your nostrils.You felt arms sweeping you off your feet. "Dont worry princess, I will never let anything bad happen to you ever again."'The vampire king', you tell yourself. "Hold on tight, my little wolf," he says before speeding off with you.You are still in wolf form and hope that he understands that you have an obedient spell over you and as far as you know, only the enchantress that placed it over you, Davide, and Mr. Reef, could order you.You fell asleep in his arms despite the wind lapping against you, but thanks to your fur coat, it didn't bo
"I know the two of you are just playing good cop, bad cop again. Nothing will convince me to have children with that monster," you say firmly, pulling away from the queen the moment you step out of the dungeons."At least we are not forcing you to have sex with him. We are kind enough to give you a choice," she reminds you sarcastically before walking away."Choice? The children will still be my children! I refuse to mix my genes with my blood with that monster!" you half shouted."Tell the vampire king to do something about her attitude," the queen said to someone that looked like her assistant and continued on her way.You realized that you needed to get out of there fast and tried to shift.'What the hell?' you thought, unable to shift."You can't shift at the higher council. A shaman spell prevents you from doing so," King Makens says, walking past you."How do you know I wanted to shift?" you ask stubbornly."Because that is what I would have done. Well, years ago, it was exactly
You find yourself lip-locking again with Wynn when his bedroom door opens."What the hell?" Mel's familiar voice rings in your ears."Mel?!" Wynn and you exclaim at the same time."You are ok!" you say with a big smile and leap towards Mel to embrace her, but she steps aside."What are you doing?" Mel asks with teary eyes, looking at Wynn."You two are an item?" you ask, looking back and forth at the two of them. "Why aren't you mated?""I wonder myself after all these years," Mel hissed."Let me explain. This is not what you think," Wynn yells after Mel that has made her way out of the room.Wynn stops at the door and turns to face you. "Don't tell anyone that we have mated."Left alone in Wynn's room, you realize something looking at the white decor. 'I should have known Mel has something to do with the white decor,' you thought, remembering Luke Snr's rooms all was the bare minimal and everything white. "I have to fix this," you say out loud walking towards the door planning to im
Even though Michael did not like your plan of leaving you for one more day with Mr. Reef, he had to agree that your plan was a solid one for your objective of keeping your daughter away from the higher council and Davide behind bars.Over the next few weeks, Michael fetch you every night to visit with your daughter, and after you stalked a different Lycan pack in the hope to find her home with a pack that keeps to itself and doesn’t have much interference from the higher council.The more time you spend with the vampire king the more you fell for him and by the time you found the perfect Lycan Pack for your daughter to grow up in you were madly in love with Michael.You wrote a perfect note to the childless Luna and placed it in the carry basket before placing your daughter on top of it. "I will visit you as often as I can" you whispered a moonless evening to your sleeping daughter."I will be right back," Michael said before speeding off to the packhouse and leaving your daughter on
Just when you thought your happy ending was in sight, it gets ripped from you. If only you did not mate with Wynn. Mel did not take kindly to you mating with Wynn and went straight to the Lycan king. When you got to the dungeons, neither Michael nor Davide were there.'The king wants to see you in the throne room' you felt the familiar forced mind link from a fated mate.'Why?' you mind link Wynn back. 'We have to un-mate.''That is why' Wynn mind link back.Even though your gut feeling tells you to run the other way, you proceed to the throne room. You enter the throne room and the first person your eyes fell on was Michael. You froze in your steps knowing that the fact that Micheal is shackled that they know the truth. But just how much do they know? Do they know about your daughter?"First things first," Wynn says and walks towards you. "I am sorry but like you, I am just a pond in the King's big game," Wynn says before un-mating with you. You accept his rejection with your eyes o
Elle wakes up later than usual. 'Should I find a way to touch Jude before school starts when he picks Maria up or after school when he drops her off?' Elle wonders smiling at the wonderful day ahead.'Before school. I am not spending one more day a pack slave, she thinks, taking her time to get ready."You are late!" Maria burst into Elle's room. "Jude is already waiting downstairs and my hair is not done!" Maria rambled on. "He can't see me like this!"Elle sidesteps Maria and leaves her room."Where are you going?" Maria calls after Elle, hysterical."To make coffee for everyone," Maria chuckles, making her way to the kitchen as a plan formulates in her head. 'I can somehow touch Jude handing him a cup of coffee.'"Good morning, you," Jude greets Elle with a smile."Good morning indeed," Elle agrees, walking over to the coffee machine."Where is everyone?" Jude asks."Still in bed. You know they don't get up without coffee," Elle makes a joke even though it was the truth.Elle felt
"The Vampire King killed a royal Lycan before running off with his secret girlfriend, who was supposed to be the fated mate of the royal they killed. " Natasha shared the news her pack Alpha and Luna shared with them over breakfast.Elle knows she is talking about her mother. Her mind traces off. 'They killed my real father. That was not part of the plan. I will never get to know him. I will never know why he did what he did and if he really meant what he did,' Elle thought, tears building up in her eyes."Why are they looking at us?" Natasha wants to know when she notices Maria and her friends looking at you with disgust on their faces. "What happened?""Jude mated with me," Elle says with the first tears falling from her eyes."Oh," Natasha says, wrapping her arms around Elle. "It will be ok. The heartache of rejection will pass soon enough." "He didn't reject me yet," Elle says, pulling out of the embrace. "He is on his way over," Natasha says, looking past Elle. "Be strong. Make
"Happy birthday! " Jude wakes Elle up on her birthday. "Good morning," Elle stretches with a yawn. Elle looks around her room, which was filled with red roses. "Thank you," Elle smiles at all the roses ."Glad you like it," Jude says, followed by a kiss. "I will be right back." Elle looks at the ceiling with a smile on her face. 'This is the life she thinks to herself, remembering just two days ago she was a slave. Elle has not really spent time with her new pack members as she fears what they thought of her. The looks they give her were enough to tell her that they did not approve of her. "Breakfast is served, my princess," Jude says, walking into the room with a breakfast tray. "Please don't call me that," Elle says, sitting up. "Why not?" Jude wonders, putting the tray next to her on the bed. "Someone might be listening," Elle says, taking a strawberry from the fruit salad. "You are my princess regardless of your blood," Jude says, teasing. "I can't wait to claim you back
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