All Chapters of A Daughter’s Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The ocean has always fascinated me. Dmitry would often carve me sea creatures he would see in books at school. He always felt his birds were more authentic because he was able to see them with his own eyes, rather than the depiction of a creature from another artist’s eyes. I would playfully disagree, always beaming with happiness to be able to run my fingers along the ridges of fins and scales. The dress reminds me of the sea. A deep endless blue, always in motion, tumultuous and wild. The dress has long sleeves and is tightly fitted to my bodice. The boat neck, a nod to innocence and purity. The skirt is full and glides with a swish across the floor. I braid my hair and coil it into a chignon. I look into the mirror. My reflection is strikingly similar to my mother. An irksome resemblance. The similarities are only amplified by my attire. Perfect porcelain doll dress. Perfectly coiffed and painted. The delicate wing of eyeliner and softly pink blushed cheeks. The playfully pink li

“So this is the girl who the Goddess has paired with my grandson. Come closer girl, I want to have a good look at you.” The King booms from his chair at the head of the table. The king sits at the head of the table. He is old but not at all frail. He looks sturdy and fit, his body sits rigidly in the chair. His robes are made of plush velvet the color of a bright sapphire. Large jewels glint in the low light adorning his fingers and set in his crown. His eyes are steely and devoid of joy. Seated to his left is the queen. She sits silently. Her face perfectly painted and still. Her expression is a mix of serenity and disinterest. To his right sits my mate. His eyes burning into me. I deeply curtsy to the King. “Your majesty.” I say with a bow of my head. I fight to contain my disgust. “Keep your manners and keep your head.” Asteria reminds me. “I mean that both figuratively and literally.” “You are quite beautiful.” The King comments. “Beauty is a measure of worth in the eyes o

“Congratulations.” Phoebe said, as we quietly walk back to my room. “The Goddess truly does favor you.”I never considered myself favored. In many ways I’m lucky beyond measure. At least when I think of Dmitry and the life we have built. How I love him and he loves me. The distance between us is a constant ache, a deep loneliness. I hope to return to him soon. I know he must miss me. The feast carries on with my mate and the King. I was purely decoration. A pretty trinket displayed and then put away. I have a busy few days to prepare for my sealing. “Hm.” I manage to respond. “I give my devotion to the Goddess.” I say more out of religious habit than actual genuine conversation. “My mate did not find my low birth possible to overcome.” Phoebe says quietly. “I was such a small girl. Easily blown over in the desert winds. My parents were born to a rogue caravan in the far reaches of the Western desert.”“Lunar Storm territory?” I ask. “Far beyond the comfort of the pack’s lands.” Ph

It’s a strange sight to see dozens of cloaked figures surrounding a massive bonfire. Their shadows stretch across the clearing like shadowy veins. I see the Great Mother. Even in this sea of fire and red robes, her presence cannot be hidden. I find myself stalking along the edge of the clearing, like a predator watching its prey. “This is our coven. Our sisterhood.” Asteria reminds me. “Forgive me if I feel removed from them. I am still unsure of my place here.” I say quietly. “We will find our place within the coven.” She assures. “Like anything, it takes time and trust.”“Trust.” I say slowly. “That’s the hardest part.”I scan the crowd for faces I recognize. It is then I feel his presence.“Samhain blessings to you, dear sister.” The baritone of his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “Also to you.” I stutter, unsure of how to greet or even celebrate this holiday. “Your first Samhain I presume?” Kai’s lips curl upward into a mischievous smile. “Is it that obvious?” I ask, allo

“Who would have thought a little half breed would be able to achieve in so little time what we have been working toward for centuries?” The Great Mother laments as she stares into the dancing fire. The fire dances in her eyes as she speaks. “I feel my line’s power within you, tainted by the stench of wolf.” I feel Theia’s anger building in the pit of my stomach. I work to suppress my anger rising up my throat like bile. “Such stupid creatures. Ruled entirely by emotion and brute strength.” The Great Mother continues. “Hopefully your witch half is enough to give you some sense, although Rhea is your mother.” I shift uncomfortably in my chair. My fingers curl into the smooth leather, well worn and discolored from the centuries of use. I school a cool and detached mask on my face. I have my own list of complaints about my mother, I have no space in my heart to be bothered with hers. “Wolves are fickle creatures. So easily swayed by lust, rage, and jealousy. Perhaps it is their short