All The Queens Kings - Book 8

KELLENMy hands shook. I looked at them as if watching would stop them from trembling. It didn’t. I balled them into fists tightly, my jaw set, and teeth clenched. I had woken up several times during the night and now I just sat on the side of the bed not knowing what to do.Tala slept soundlessly on the other side of the plush bed - her soft breathing rhythmic. When I was trapped in the other realm all I could think about some days was reclaiming my Queen. What it would feel like to reconnect with her.Two days later, all we had done was hold each other. She asked me questions, ones I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t have an answer, but because I didn’t know how to articulate my words. Putting my feelings into words seemed difficult.I remember everything. Not just from my Life as Kellen Moon, but I also hold Conri’s memories. The way he once felt about Inanna, what happened to him, how he became a spirit animal under the Moon Goddess, and how Inanna had once loved him.The memo

LAMIA “Why didn’t you tell me?” I begin questioning Mathias once Kellen and Mike have left, ignoring the scowl on Mathias's face as Kellen walks out holding Seneca. “Mathias!” I snap, gaining his attention. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I question once more, crossing my arms and glaring at my Atman with intensity. “Why would you even attempt…” “What was I supposed to do?” He explodes, his face reddening by the second. “I’m the Alpha of fucking Alphas!” He jabs his chest, stepping over the shattered plates and glasses, avoiding the food that splattered across the floor. “If not me, then who?” “And Finn?” “That was his choice. Aodh needed to be stopped.” “Not at the cost of your life!” I retort, angered by his stupid decision. “You don’t get it, Lamia! You weren’t here. This realm is suffering, ALL kingdoms are under attack, he will destroy this realm. When we failed to bring you back after the first try, it was all that could be done. You do not get to stand there and dictate what I

LAMIAI was slowly becoming used to the connection I shared with everything in this realm. The air, the sun, the moon, the way the tree swayed as if they spoke their own secret language. How a simple act of dressing could be so awakening, from the feel of the fabric on my skin to the smell of the detergent and scent of Mrs. Brown or other maids that touched the garments.Yet nothing could compare to the way Mathias felt against me, inside me, or the way his scent tantalized my taste buds and heightened my physical arousal. Or the way his very presence could cull my inner thoughts from acting out.I could hear Seneca’s screams from here and feel Kellen’s despair at not being able to help her. I sensed Mathias’s rising anger and the pain he felt in his chest.I was ready to intervene when Seneca stopped screaming. My heart warmed as my connection to Mathias blossomed through his bonding with our daughter. I felt it as if I was meeting and recognizing a mate for the first time.I was unaw

OLIVERIn my peripheral vision, I could see Travis roughly swallow, being caught in a lie. A lie that was meant to protect Petra and myself.He did not need to do that. He was only putting himself in a bad light and I didn’t want that for him.Glancing over the Queen's shoulder I could see the watery yellow eyes of Petra. My little Sunshine. The one for whom I was doing all this. If it hadn’t been for her, I would never have taken in the Changelings. I would have walked away and left the realm to defend itself.Except, if I had done that, Aodh would take over and there wouldn’t be a place where I could live out my days in peace. There would be no realm.So yeah, I wanted Lamia back. We, all of us, needed her back.“Believe it or not, I am glad you have returned and that our efforts weren’t for nothing.” I lift my hand, turning it and inspecting it. It would never be the same, forever deformed. A small price to pay for my life.I shake my head, dismissing the thoughts that come to mind

LAMIATawny hands me a drink and in exchange takes Seneca from my lap and begins to fuss over her, muttering something along the lines of how boys were more trouble.From what I have learned of her twin boys, they were definitely trouble. With a capital T. Though, she explained how Gillian and Tristan handle them and their antics well.My thoughts wander to the triplets, drowning out Lyric as she explains her communication devices and how they have been issued to all New Moon warriors that have been sent to Bhakhil.Three years or a thousand years was a long time no matter which. I wanted nothing more than to go home to Riocht and see my babies. Amali was probably giving her brothers trouble by now and I couldn’t think how Zachary and Maximus had grown and how big they were.Part of me felt foreign to my own children, nervous and scared that they wouldn’t know me. I don’t think I could take it if they shied away from me when I finally saw them.Would they accept their sister? Have they