It’s been days, and Bastian is still sleeping.
Nothing anyone does will wake him.
I’m beginning to lose hope that he ever will.
Every day, I sit with Bastian, and I give him bed baths. I make sure to keep his lips moist, so they don’t get chapped.
Each night, I lay beside him, his hand in mine, and I pray that he’ll wake tomorrow.
Lorcan hasn’t awoken in Luther’s body either. My mother stays with him in the next room, where they moved him the day I returned.
I don’t understand what went wrong, but my father warned me that the Call of Prescha was not a good thing. It would only ever cause devastation. This is the price we have paid for Shayla invoking such a spell.
I gave everyone the short version
“Do you think he’s up there, looking down on us?” I wrap my arm around Lilly’s waist as we kneel before Harry’s grave. The Royal Cemetery is where the King demanded that Harry be buried. His grandson could be put to rest nowhere else. It wouldn’t have mattered if Harry had been an Ashworth; he was still a Prince of Zidiah. So, here is where my son is buried. Though I insisted that written upon Harry’s headstone, it should read, Harry Bastain Ashworth Dalgaard. Why my name? When Lilly and I mated, she said that it would be only fitting for Harry also to have my surname. Hers would have to be the predominant name as Harry would one day be King. Harry asked if Bastain could be his middle name. Goddess, he was so adorable when he asked
For Goddess sake! How the hell did I end up like this? I take a walk in the forest belonging to my pack and end up a prisoner of a neighbouring pack. I don’t recall what happened, nor how I got here. All I remember is running in wolf form, then suddenly, nothing. I woke up in this dirty, stinking cell like some filthy rogue a while ago. Some dickhead threw clothes at me and told me to get dressed. I would have refused because I’m stubborn, but I didn’t want to be naked in front of him any longer. For some reason, I can’t mind-link my pack, my parents, nor my triplet counterparts. My brothers will be going out of their minds with worry. They’ve never been able to deal with me being too far away from them for long periods. No one knows why, and no one can explain it, though it may have something to do with me being their Omerian Alpha. An Omerian is the most powe
“Bastian, if I’d known who she was, I’d never have brought her here.” I don’t look up at my Beta and best friend, Chris. I’m too angry to look at him right now. When he came to me an hour or so ago, telling me that he’d come across a rouge on my territory, I was displeased. I was because unless a rouge causes trouble, we generally let them through. This rouge hadn’t done anything, according to Zayne, my army general. She was walking along the border, in wolf form, minding her own business. So what gave Chris the right to catch her unawares and knock her out? I don’t know, but I’m not going to let him get away with what he’s done. How could he not have known who she was? The size of a Royal wolf makes them recognisable! I hope Chris knows what trouble he’s caused. The fool brought my mate here, an
Okay, I’ll be honest, I thought I could see this through with ease. I felt that I could torture Bastian and teach him a lesson not to mess with me. That was stupid of me because I am in the worst kind of pain. I’ve heard plenty about the pain of rejection. I’ve also heard how it’s worse for Alpha’s, but I never expected this. Goddess, it feels as though I’m being burned at the stake! The flames then extinguished and repeated again and again. I also feel as though my gut and heart are being ripped out repeatedly. Add all of that together and multiply it by ten million, and it’s still not close to what it’s actually like. I haven’t eaten since I got here. The guard brings food to my cell, but I don’t touch it because I’m not hungry. I sipped water for the first couple of hours, but I haven’t drunk anything in days either. Not eating or drinking is dangerous for wolves; if we dehydrate, we die. R
Leander and I park our motorcycles outside the front of Greenrock packhouse. We both climb off and place our helmets on the seats. When Lilly finally managed to get through to me using our triplet link, this is where she said she’d be. Captured, she told me, but for what reason? They thought she was a rogue. Stupid motherfuckers! I didn’t tell Mum and Dad that I’d heard from Lilly; I didn’t want to give them false hope. However, I contacted Leander, and he met me a few miles away. My brother has just found his mate, but he hasn’t approached her yet. She doesn’t belong to our pack. Hell, she doesn’t belong to any pack, though she isn’t a rogue. Humans raised her, adopted her, Leander told me. Goddess knows if the girl even knows what she is, but she’s definitely a wolf shifter. I would have given Leander advice on approaching the girl, but I didn’t have time. Li
“Zayne?” I call his name as I pull against my restraints. “Yeah?” I turn my head to look at him standing beside my bed. “I need you to take me to Lilly.” Zayne sighs as though he were about to protest, but I won’t let him. “As your Alpha, I am ordering you to take me to my mate. I can’t do this as much as I thought I could, Zayne. Look at me,” I yank on my restraints, anger falling from me. “I’m a goddamn mess, and the only way for me not to be a fucking mess is to be with Lilly.” “I thought you hated her?” I growl at the smirk on Zayne’s face. “I don’t hate her; I thought she was a rogue. Why the fuck am I explaining myself to you? I need her, okay? She’s my mate, and only if I’m with Lilly can either of us survive this.” It shouldn’t have taken me this long to figure it out. “Now, get me the fuck out of here, and . . .”
“Get her on the bed,” Toby motions to the bed in which he wants Lilly to lie down. Dad took Lilly from Bastian as soon as we were through the doors. When we arrived home, the son of a bitch growled at my mother for merely wanting to check on her only daughter! I thought Luther was going to rip Bastian’s throat out with his bare hands. No one growls at Mum without Luther ripping them apart. Luther and I may well be identical, but my brother is much more dangerous than I have ever been. With Mum being half-vampire, my brother, sister, and I were all handed down the gene. However, where Lilly and I got the speed and strength, Luther got much more. My brother’s vampiric side is almost as strong as his wolf side. Our grandfather, Drake, Mum’s dad, once told my parents that it wasn’t possible. Luther’s vampire side should not be as strong as it is; we’re more wolf th
“I think you and Bastian should stay close over the next couple of days.” “Do you?” I mumble to Toby without looking at him. I woke up from my two-day coma an hour ago, and now I want out of here. Toby has no explanation of why both Bastian and I reacted so badly, but I know I’ll find an answer soon enough. Toby has checked me over, and though I’m not one hundred per cent, I’m okay for now. My heat isn’t over yet, but I can’t stay in this bed any longer. I won’t stay near Bastian like he’s my damn shadow, either. If the heat picks up again, I’ll hold the piece of shits hand, in full view of my parents, of course. I will not have sex with him, no matter what. Bastian woke five minutes after I did, but neither of us has spoken. I don’t want to talk to him; I have places to be, meaning I need to see