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Dorian was pissed off. “Why is there another fae with us?” Kai grumbled for the umpteenth time. He had reached the palace early and was looking forward to spending some time with Serena. The girl sounded morose the previous day and Dorian wanted to know the reason behind it. However, that scheming fae king had to ruin that plan of his by sending what he called a “chaperone”, but Dorian knew better. It was another way of spying. Vulcan did not trust him and neither did Dorian trust the former, but this was going a little beyond the subtle boundary.    Serena remained unusually silent during the drive to Barbara and Liam’s house. He stole glances at her several times as the fae sat straight, wedged in between them at the backseat. Serena resolutely stared out of the window, not once looking straight or at him. “Something is bothering her,” Kai murmured in his mind. “Wish we knew,” he added

Dorian immediately stood up and greeted him. Alexander King was a force to be reckoned with even when winter had started leaving its footprints in his life. Dorian respected him despite being a little resentful at what happened to his father. But he knew that his grandfather had grieved in his own way. And yet. “Why the sudden visit?” he asked. The door closed with a creak as Kyle took his leave. Alpha Alexander looked slightly worried, more greys had appeared in his hair than the last time they had met. His brow creased as he let out a heavy sigh and Dorian almost feared if he was a bearer of bad news, but nothing worse could happen other than what he was going through, had gone through.  “Ian, I want you to do something for me,” he murmured, his gaze weary. Dorian settled for a curt nod. His grandfather

“So the first set of alphabets usually talk about health and wealth. You might find a lot of humans out there reading runes and cleansing them and whatnot. But honestly practising divination isn’t easy and that is why we seers exist.” Sedona shook her head, her lips downturned as she stared at the white coral bowl which contained moon water.   Serena’s interest piqued as she listened to her teacher intently. She didn’t tell her about yesterday’s dream or vision, nor did she speak of the book or that her room was in a state of disarray. However, her bodyguard or what Tomoe liked to call herself had done a check-up of her room before they left this morning, which was odd.    “How does one see a vision or how does one read the runic symbols? I mean, it’s clearly written here, but how do you know which one would tell you what?” she

Dorian looked taken aback. Serena felt her cheeks flare. She hadn’t meant to reply so quickly, but when he suddenly said that his grandfather wanted him to choose a mate, something in her protested, something dark twisted her guts, but then he asked to be his mate and the book flashed across her mind. Wouldn’t the book be safer if it was out of anyone’s reach?    “I mean…” she hurriedly tried to amend, vaguely moving her hands, “If you want. I mean…” She slumped back in her seat because she didn’t know what to seem desperate. For an odd reason, she thought only this person was true to her, which was bizarre because he had been secretive and had broken their bond in the first place. The burning sensation under the wristband which she had been wearing ever since the mark reappeared made her hiss.    “What’s wrong?” Dorian’s p

50| Son Meets His Mother   Dorian couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe that the woman whom he thought was gone for good, is alive and currently inflicting pain to his mate. Kai let him take over. He was still high from creating havoc, anger still simmering and bubbling. “Leave her,” he growled.    Grace recovered from her initial shock. Her lips tugged up. “It’s good to see you, son.” She spared a glance at the girl who was looking at them with shock.    “Don’t call me that,” Dorian gritted. He hated that word, especially when it was uttered by this wretched woman. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her and his hand had shot out to grip her throat. He saw the palpable fear in her eyes and his lips curled into a sneer. “This is what you get from a son who turned feral.