He knew he made the right choice. She is perfect. Kim stands in the middle of the throne room. The power, my power, emanating from her. “Are you sure?” I ask Hermine. “I am. I have chosen his replacement.”A single nod before a send it all. The wind flows across the floor towards her. It flows into her, around her. Both absorbing into her and emanating from her. The power begins to glow. Her skin having a faint gold hew as her halo forms. Gold and glowing. Her eyes golden ringed as she looks at him. “Queen to E6.” Her voice is strong as it returns to its strength. Her entire body returned to its glory. Daragan looks shaken to his core. In an attempt to save himself, he throws his power at her. At least whatever is left of it. Kim catches it and tugs. She tugs him. He falls forwards, grabbing for the stand he sent to her. She pulls. Pulls it closer to her, pulls him down the steps. Pula until he lands
What a pathetic little life I’ve got here. I can’t help but reflect as I stand on the edge of the balcony and look out over the forest.My life wasn’t always bad. I had a whole little family until I was about 13. That’s when my human mom cheated on her werewolf mate, my dad. My dad left her, taking me with, to his pack which I never knew existed until then. I was taken from my friends, my life, and dropped into a wolf pack as a human hybrid. Everyone hates me. I was too human to be a real wolf and they didn’t like that, I was always less than them. I wasn’t just looked down on but also bullied, badly. The only friends I have are the Alpha’s youngest child. One of The Twins, Angie, who is a year older than me. When I went into university, her oldest brother and I become friends too. To be Alpha, Aaron who is 5 years older than me but we’re close.And to make matters worse, I have a mate. The person who hates me most, tor
“I beg your pardon?” I stand and look shocked at the male before me. “I don’t want my mate to bow before me. You are my equal. You shouldn’t now before me.” He says with a smirk. “But I…” there are very few times in my life when I’ve been speechless so it’s a rare occurrence. I don’t like not having something to say. Raymond Darla said ‘words are weapons stronger than ones that breaks bone’. Words are important and amazing, I pride myself on having and infinite labyrinth of words, and yet in this moment I have none. He places his hand on my cheek. “You are stunning. You’ll look amazing in the painting that will hang on the ancestral wall.” “I can’t be your mate.” I say, my senses flooding back to me. I snatch my skirt and move back towards the table to grab my belongings. “And why not?” He fol
I peel my eyes open to be faced with a dark room that is not mine. Thank the goddess it’s dark because my head is pounding. I let my eyes adjust to the dark room. Sun pounds against the closed curtains leaving a slight glow to the room. I try to sit up but a very muscular arm holds me still. I glance over my shoulder to see scraggly blonde curls. What the hell happened last night? I remember drinking and dancing and now I’m in bed with the Prince. I lift his arm and slip out of bed. My dress is hanging over a chair in the pack house guest room he’s occupying. So this must be his t-shirt in wearing. I grab the dress and slip into the quiet hallway. And head out to my house to get changed for breakfast with Angie. “You are a very difficult to track down.” The Prince slips his hand into mine as we dance. “I am?” I giggle. He is so pretty to look at. Like a painting. &ld
Breakfast goes by painfully slowly. By the time everyone stands to leave, I’m honestly half dead. “You okay, sweetheart?” The Prince asks sweetly but I cringe slightly at the pet name. “Yup. Just very hung over.” I try to play it off as just that. “You were pretty drunk last night.” “I wouldn’t remember.” I say with a slight smile. “You were pretty drunk last night. You passed out while we were slow dancing so I took you back to my room so I knew you were safe.” “Thank you.” I run my fingers through his silky hair and I swear he purrs. “So…” he coos, “Do you want to pack your stuff now or should we send someone to pack it when we get home.” “What?” I look at him dumbstruck. “I assumed you’d want some of your stuff in the castle but we can b
I shoot out of bed when my alarm goes off. Shit. I must’ve passed out on the car ride to The Princes apartment. My coworker, Emily, has been phoning and texting me non stop. It’s 4:30 and already I’m late. I send Emily my location pin and just as I hit send… ring ri“Hey. I’m so sorry. Things last night…”“Angie told me. I tracked your phone. I’m outside. Come down and get your clothes and then we can go. Be quick or we’ll be late.” She says irritated.I hang up the phone and run out of the room. I vaguely remember the halls as a hallass down them. The elevator moves so slowly and finally I’m at the reception floor. The doors open to an angry Emily arguing at the receptionist.“Em!” I shout. She gives a pointed i-told-you-so look at the receptionist and struts into the elevator. She hands me all of my stuff as we get off of the elevator.“This isn’t my hou
I sit up groggily with my hair all over the place. I need to pee. I walk to the bathroom. I sit I think about what happened. My mates a bit of a dick. He's cocky and arrogant and I don't like him. I thought after the first night he would be sweet and caring but no! I flip my head back so all my hair flies out of my face. I look in the mirror at my reflection while a wash my hands. I look like shit. The bags under my eyes look deathly black. My skin seems to ooze a grey glow. My hair hangs lifelessly and the grease sticks it to my scalp. I look like a Tim Burton character. I leave the bathroom. I see my cigarettes and lighter on the desk and snatch them. It's just as grey and dreary outside as I am so I can't open the window because I'll wake the prince up. So, instead, I head out of the room and search for a window or balcony. The apartment is huge. I head down the dinghy hall. All of the bedroom lights are off. Is everyone sleeping or is no one in them at al
It's been a week since Reece marked me. We haven't really spoken since. Well, I haven't spoken to him. He tried to talk to me the first few days but gave up when he realised I wasn't going to give him the conversation he wanted. I'm not the type of person who can be pushed, I'll talk when I'm ready. Things have changed in a week, they've changed a lot. I've moved into the castle with the prince which is an hours drive for uni and work. Reece and I share his room in the gorgeous palace (he sleeps on the couch because I refuse to stay in the same bed as him and he refuses to sleep in a separate room.) and he set up me up in The Luna Study which is ajoins to his. He leaves the glass doors wide open and stares at me more than actually working. He insisted I redecorate it so I did. The color scheme is baby blue and gold. The glass balcony doors are almost always open with the light washed wicker furniture littering the space. The furniture inside is the same lightwashed colou