All Chapters of A Daughter’s Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Theia “Insufferable?” The air passing through my snout makes a chortling sound. “Am I too much, my dear mate?” I question arrogantly as I stalk around him. “I know my beauty is overwhelming.” My voice is laced with sarcasm. I lazily stretch my body, my nails make a gentle scratching sound against the stone, that tickles my ears in a satisfying way. My back arches and twists until I finally settle in on the cool stone of the cave floor. “Your scent sometimes shifts, even in this form, to something…” Erebus pauses. The rhythmic clicking sound of his deep inhalation of the scent around him and me marks the passage of time before he settles. “Foreign.” His words feel like an accusation, but without anger or malice. No trace of animosity or distrust. “Something not of a line that is born of our home plane.” He stalks around me like a moving shadow. “You should know the name Theia. It is part of your own namesake’s story.” I reply in turn. I know I must tell him of Asteria before tomorro

Theia Having an ego is not inherently bad. You must have one. If I do not believe in myself, why should anyone, really? There is a point where it is too much. A point where you become blind to your own errors and shortcomings. That is the beginning of the end. Becoming blind leaves you vulnerable to attack. Ego must be tempered with a healthy dose of cold observational truths. A true and honest review of yourself and where you are weak. No one is impenetrable. Weakness exists within all of us. Some more than others. “Let us go to the King. If he calls, we are duty bound to heed that call.” Erebus says flatly. “Is our duty to him above our duty to one another?” “You will do as you are told!” Has a voice echoes around me, his alpha command laced into his voice seamlessly, his aura pressing outward through the cave. His body is screaming for all creatures to submit. A demand that all shall bend to his will. His entitlement repulses me. “I am your mate, not your subject.” My

Theia“That’s an unexpected piece of information.” Erebus growls. “Celestial Alpha. So tell me, is it true you had been waiting for centuries for Ceres, or is that just part of your myth?”“Myth?”“Don’t play coy.”“Yes, it is true. I was born into our plane when Ceres’ mother was born.”“That cannot be centuries. That makes no sense. Ceres is only eighteen. Even accounting for the difference in time, the math is not computing.” Erebus paces the cave, his nails clicking impatiently against the stone. “Was her mother hundreds of years old? Get real!”“What I say is true, whether you wish to believe it or not.” “That is why the King calls. He wishes to inspect your wolf for the markings.”“Did he inspect you as well when you first shifted?”“Of course. Your wolf is said to be the savior. Only a King may hold such a title. For any other wolf to claim that is an act of treason.”“Which I would guess is punishable by death?” The question is rhetorical. I already know his response. Treaso

Theia“There is no affection in power. Power consumes all and no price is too high to pay to keep it. Edward may believe that his Grandfather’s love for him is unconditional, but I am not so naive.” Erebus growls. “Any threat to the King’s power will be eliminated. Period.”The truth weighs heavy. Silence settles within the cave. “Will the Immaculate Mother reveal the truth to the King?” I ask after a long bout of silence. “You said it yourself. Information you do not know, but want; is valuable.”“I have not read the myths of this prophecy. The Oracle Chronicle of the First King. I believe that is what the Immaculate Mother called it. Have you or Edward studied this?” “Edward is aware of all the sacred texts of the Kingdom. He has spent his entire life preparing to be King.”“What will he do when he discovers that I am the defender of the faith? Destined to fight in a battle and be the savior of the Kingdom? Will he see that as treason and address accordingly?”“I would like to sa

Theia “The sun will rise soon.” I murmur. I stretch my legs out lazily. “We can speak of magic some other time.”“Some other time.” Erebus parrots back. His voice slow and lazy, as if considering the next possible occasion. “You are not lying if we agree to keep what has happened between us.” I say, breaking the silence between us. “That is quite literally called lying by omission.” “No, it’s keeping something sacred between us.”“You can dress a sow in silk gown, but that will not make her a Queen. Just because you call it something else doesn’t make it something else.”“Two things can be true.” “Yes, I suppose. That doesn’t mean it sits right with me.”“Oracles are not the Goddess. There is no guarantee that my mark will even look as the book tells it.”“Your optimism knows no bounds.” He quips sarcastically. “We pledged ourselves to one another. This bond is above all others. Period.” I growl, his insistence on calling me out is getting under my skin. No one wants an honest a