LOGINVAELORA stepped into the room where Nysera was being kept, only to find the princess sitting at the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Vaelora hadn't been comfortable throwing a pregnant woman into the dungeons, no matter the circumstances. So instead, Nysera had been confined to one of the guest chambers. "You've not touched your meal," Vaelora observed, her gaze settling on the untouched tray still covered with its lid. Nysera didn't respond. Ever since the interrogation the other day, her mind had been in turmoil. Everything Vaelora and Draekon had revealed pointed to one terrifying conclusion. Her father had a dangerous plan in motion--one he had deliberately kept hidden from both her and Merakkai. Now, another fear gnawed at her. Had she made a mistake by sending for her brother? What if, without realizing it, she had lured him straight into the wolves' den? "That is not healthy for the baby, Nysera," Vaelora continued, making Nysera eventually look up at her in qu
AT HIS request, Rebekah leaned closer and their lips locked in a gentle, passionate kiss. While Khol'an tried to take it slow, Rebekah plunged her tongue into his mouth, tasting the very sweet essence of him.The kiss went on for a while longer, before they broke apart, panting hard.The next thing, she swiftly climbed onto him and carefully straddled his hips, settling her weight gently and making sure she wasn’t causing him any discomfort. Her heart was racing so hard she could barely breathe. At that point, she had forgotten all her discussions with Amaya and Nali'a, and just decided to go with the flow.Moreover she had started differently from what they had taught her and so far, it wasn't bad.Khol'an gazed up at her, quietly stunned by this side of her. She leaned down and captured his lips again, while he groaned softly into her mouth, his hands sliding up her back. She kissed him harder, then began trailing her lips along his jaw and down the column of his neck. When she re
AFTER soaking herself in a scented bath for over an hour, Rebekah finally stepped out in a fluffy bathrobe to meet Amaya and Nali'a patiently waiting for her."You sure took your precuous time," Nali'a teased and she blushed bright red."Don't make her more tensed than she already is, Nalia," Amaya chastised. Rebekah's gaze fell on the two robes laid on her bed, and she instantly preferred the black one. The red robe was just too obvious. She certainly didn't want to enter Khol'an's chambers that night, giving off the idea of what she had come for. "I'm guessing you prefer the black one," Amaya said, and she nodded in agreement. "I like it too." Amaya flashed her a warm smile."Alright, come here." Nali'a took Rebekah's hand and led her to the chair right in front of the large mirror. "I would just help you brush your hair."Rebekah gave a small nod. "Okay." Nali'a loosened her hair from the initial braids they had been in and within minutes, she finished her business. After tha
"I still believe a miracle can happen," Nali'a said."I believe so too," Amaya agreed. "The return of his memories shows that changes are happening. But we don’t know when this particular miracle will come. And time is something we don’t have."As the sisters continued talking, Rebekah remained lost in her own storm of fear and longing."Rebekah?" Nali’a’s voice pulled her back."Sorry," she murmured, unable to hide her troubled expression."Are you okay?" both sisters asked at the same time. She shrugged lightly. "Yes. Just tired from the long day."They seemed to have bought the excuse, even though her mind kept pushing her to say something to them.This wasn't just about their brother, but about Rebekah as well. She desperately needed someone to talk to, but she was uncertain if speaking with them was the best idea.She could visit home that night and speak with her mother maybe?"I think we should let you have your much needed rest then. We could always discuss more tomorrow," Am
REBEKAH walked into her chambers and closed the door behind. Her shoulders were stiff from sitting through long hours of the local council meeting. For the first time, she was showing up as Luna and representing Khol'an, but the situation of things were harsher than she could have imagined. Things had only grown more complicated since Marion’s arrest. She still couldn’t believe some council members were questioning whether the late Alpha Dean was truly Khol’an’s father. While she understood their need for certainty, every doubt felt like another wound to her mate.Just then, the sentinel stationed at her door announced that she had visitors."Luna, Lady Amaya and Nali'a seek audience," his voice rang out.Nali'a and Amaya? They hadn't really spoken much to her since the incident."Please let them in," she responded. Seconds later, the door opened and the sisters walked in."Amaya, Nalia," Rebekah called in acknowledgement, bracing herself for anything. Maybe they finally had the t
AT THE early hours of dawn, Rebekah and Khol'an were still asleep on his bed. She lay curled into a fetal position, her back nestled against Khol'an's chest as he spooned her.She slowly stirred awake when she felt something firm pressing insistently against her backside and frowned, trying to ignore it. But the sensation didn't go away. All of a sudden, it registered onto her mind and her eyes flung open, the remnant sleep vanishing. As realization dawned on her, heat crept onto her cheeks.That wasn't an object. It was... Khol'an."Rebekah..." he drowsily whispered. His deep morning voice vibrated against her ear as his arm tightened, pulling her closer on pure instinct. His hips rolled forward once, pressing that hard, throbbing heat more firmly against her. That sensation sent a jolt through both of them.Then Khol’an froze. His breathing grew rough and uneven as awareness dawned. For the first time in his life, he felt it. Heavy. Aching. Alive. A rush of heat and unfamiliar
VAELORA had her eyes stuck to the book on her thighs, consuming its contents as her hand leisurely made its way into Draekon's full mass of hair. Almost immediately, she realized herself and pulled away. "Why?" Came Draekon's sleepy voice. She sat frozen on her side of the bed, looking dow
DRAEKON stared down at Vaelora. "Any more questions?" He asked. "None for now." Tonight was the first time she had seen Draekon talk at length. He usually never said more than a few words, and she was still trying to get used to the new development. "Alright then." He released a deep si
BY MORNING, Zentrakii’s palms had broken badly. The needles created several open sores, and some of them bled lightly. Still, with heavy eyes, she didn't stop stitching. While Zayn slept peacefully on his bed, Zentrakii was busy stitching up the remaining clothes belonging to the sentinels and
FEELING REFRESHED, Zentrakii walked down the hallway, heading back to Zayn's chambers. Per his instructions, she had stayed back at the servants' quarters the entire day, finally able to get some reasonable sleep, after nights of sleeping on the floor of Zayn's chambers. When she got to the







