All Chapters of Slavic Witch: Alpha King Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dragana POVLady Asma had a gift for storytelling. The stories she shared played like moving pictures on the silver screen, showing the dialogue and emotions of them as if you were there, as if it was happening in real time. When I asked her to tell me about my father, nothing prepared me for what I was about to see. I remembered my father, but those memories were sporadic at best, not colorful and somehow a detached memory. Yet, as I was listening to her and watching the pictures become fluid, the memories became reality, and reality became emotion. I saw my mother, a beautiful young woman with the same silver eyes as mine, features as mine beam up at the young man, standing tall at around 6.7 feet, broad shoulders and tanned skin with eyes as dark as night, a smile as beaming as the sun as he looked at her. In his hands he had a rose, a singular white rose, my mother’s favorite flower. Their bond, their love, their instant mate connection electrified the memory and spread it to me,

Dragana POVMy mind was spinning and I did not know what to think. His lips were soft, warm, and commanding and I ached for him. I ached for him to kiss me, to hold me.. I gave him access and kissed him back, my willpower to fight him gone in an instant, my body having a mind of its own. Aisha was purring in my head wanting to come out and claim her mate, and I had to do my best to restrain her. His hands travelled slowly over my breast, squeezing me gently, while my nipples became hard and erect, my desire for him starting to burn my whole body in the process. I was getting very wet and the scent of my arousal was hitting him, that much I could tell, as I felt Caleb try to come forward. He was moaning and grunting into the kisses. When he kissed my neck, the marking spot, I almost came undone. “Roman…. please… Roman… “I moaned involuntarily.After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped kissing me, but was not letting go. He was holding me close to him, close to his chest, and I

Solomon POV“She is not waking”, Lord Cazima observed in a broken, quivery voice, his crestfallen face etched with worry for Cybela. I knew their bond, I knew the connection they shared, I knew how much it pained him. Cybela was not moving or waking, still sprawled out by the emerald lake, surrounded by her own magic, even though her color was gradually coming back, and the black, thick, gooey liquid had finally stopped seeping out of her wounds. Dr. Sina had dressed them, and in some places, I could see the redness of her blood coming out, cleansing the darkness which came with the magic she was hurt. Red blood, her fresh blood was good news. I just did not know if and when she would wake up. I had not seen injuries like this, save for once, and even then, they were not as prevalent. Ahmar’s magic was potent, darkest in fact in all five realms, and I found it auspicious that the fabled scroll I had been searching for over the last centuries had just made its way to me. Timing is ever

Roman POVWe made an odd crowd standing under the blue-blooming tree. Dragana, Lady Asma, Lord Samuel, King Solomon, Art, and I. Odd crowd indeed. It was the early morning hours and we only had two days left until we had to return with the Blessed Blade, the only way to save Lady Jasmine from certain death. Dragana stood there stoically in a white gown that in the morning sun made her look etheric. Her silver, sparkling eyes stood out more than usual and I could see a gentle smile whenever she gazed at Art or myself. I had a lot of emotions raging within me, a lot that I was trying to understand after my night with her.Flashback*****************I had to know. I had to ask her, even though somehow, inexplicably, even though she claimed I meant nothing to her, I could feel that she was lying. I knew that her body melted into mine as I had into her, a feeling unlike any other in my life. I knew she felt it, I knew she felt some type of a deeper connection. I could see I had put her on

Dragana POVWatching both of them getting ready to go to Yamuna, to risk their lives for Jasmine, tightened my heart and nearly made me breathless. The weight of what I asked of them weighed heavy on me, and while I appreciated their bravado and their honor in making sure that I understood that none of this was my fault, none my responsibility, deep down I knew better. I also knew that no matter what, I could not choose between them. I knew in my heart that I loved Roman, in spite of all the past, in spite of fear that he would never see me as an equal, never see me as somebody worthy. Many years of solitude within the pack, many years of cold shoulder and downright emotional abuse, did not disappear simply because he confessed his love. I did not know if they ever would and if I ever would fully make peace with this. However, right now, at this moment, as we stood there, on the cusp of change and on the cusp of their departure, I could not allow such a burden to be placed on either o