Jo stormed ahead of the two fairies, who were chattering nonstop behind her.If she had known fairies were such gossip machines, she might have reconsidered making that deal. Mina and Daya were delightful, sure â but exhausting.Thanks to Dante winning the hunt, a grand feast was being thrown in his honor tonight. Unfortunately, that also meant Jo was now stuck accompanying him as his chosen maiden.Keeping his word, Dante had spoken to the former Alpha and arranged for Mina and Dayaâs release. However, the fairies decided to stay a week with Jo until a messenger could be sent to the Fairy Kingdom to retrieve them.Now she had to figure out how to squeeze two more bodies into the already cramped room. It had barely been manageable with three â now it would be like living in a sardine can.Pollyâs going to kill me. And worse â where the hell was she supposed to get a dress for the feast?Jo groaned inwardly.As she approached their room, she heard soft sobbing inside.Instantly ale
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE AVOID S.EX SCENE IF YOU CANNOT READ DARK SCENES. Same night as the feast.Mina tackled Daya to the floor with a squeal as Lucy laughed along from the bed."She puked on a guy she kissed once!" Mina teased, as Daya shrieked and tackled her back.The two fairies rolled around in a play fight, giggling wildly.Lucy hugged her knees to her chest, smiling warmly. For the first time in so long, she felt... happy.She felt bad about spoiling Joâs book earlier â but tonight, laughter and friendship filled the room. Jo had already changed Lucyâs life so much for the better.One day, Lucy promised herself, she would earn her forgiveness fully."Hey, Lucy!" Mina called, finally detangling her wild green hair."Hmm? Yes?""You shouldâve seen General Dante earlier!" Mina squealed. "He was like â BAM â demons falling everywhere!"Daya nodded vigorously. Then, in a high-pitched squeak, she mimicked: "'I guess I won the hunt, eh?'"Lucy doubled over laughing, clutching her stom
Lucyâs heart thundered in her chest. Every step she took toward Jayden felt heavier than the last.He was watching her closely, his piercing emerald eyes sharp, his hazel hair falling slightly over his chiseled face. His expression unreadable â somewhere between hunger and curiosity.As soon as she got within reach, he pulled her into his lap, completely bare beneath her.She blushed instantly, her cheeks burning as she tried to cover her face. But Jayden stopped her, gently cupping her cheek with one hand.It startled her. Heâd never been gentle â not with anyone.Alpha Jayden was known for discipline, control, and pride. He had bed warmers, sure, but never mixed pleasure with softness.Then he saw her bandaged finger.He took it carefully, kissed it lightly."Be careful next time, little mate," he murmured. "How can you be so clumsy all the time?"Lucyâs stomach churned. This wasnât right. This wasnât him. He was only being like this because Joâs scented clothes were still fool
It was surreal. To see a Royal legacy standing right before her eyes.Lucy had only read about the Warrior packs and the Royal Kingdom in the dusty old history books back in high school. Stories that traced back to the Moon Goddessâs first creation â when she gifted four brothers with elemental powers: Fire, Ice, Wind, and Sand.But peace didnât last. Power always bred war.The Fire Warrior Pack crushed the Ice Warriors, eradicating them from history. Wind and Sand went neutral, refusing to pick sides.Decades later, rebellion spread across the packs, and strange vampire attacks followed.The history books became vague after that â but one thing was clear: Alpha Ianâs mate, Sarah, was Moon Goddessâs daughter. Gifted with all four elements, they defeated the Vampire King and crushed the rebellion. And so, the Royal Kingdom was born.Crowned by the holy cathedral shrine itself, no pack dared rebel again.*Mate is staring at us. Lucy, do something! Emery whined.Lucy snapped out o
Disclaimer: Flashback contains disturbing scenes. Please skip if you are sensitive to dark content."Caleb? That silver-haired royal general?" Jo asked, blinking in disbelief as she dabbed at the tea stain on the blanket with a cloth. The stain was stubborn â just like the news Lucy had dropped on her."Yes, him," Lucy answered quietly. "We just found out weâre mates last nightâĶ after an unfortunate incident. He accepted the bond and proposed." She hesitated. "But I've decided... I'm going to reject it."Jo froze, the cloth limp in her hand."Lucy," she said carefully, "you know how sacred mate bonds are to you â I mean, to us werewolves.""I know," Lucy said, her voice small. "But given my past... the accusations, the whispers... I'm not worthy of someone like Caleb." She was only telling part of the truth. Deep down, she was doing this to protect Jo. If the truth about Jo's scent ever surfaced, Jaydenâs wrath would rain down on them both. Lucy couldn't let that happen â not when J
âWhy are you hiding behind me?â, Lucy asked, confused as they stood outside Danteâs guest room.âOh no, I was just fixing your hair and oh my, what a gorgeous blonde hair you have. Go on, knock the door. Donât be shy,â Jo encouraged as Lucy frowned at her weird behaviour and knocked.Within a couple of moments, the door flew open as a wet-haired Dante stood before them. Water dripped from his hair and slid down onto his perfectly toned abs. And both the girls avoided his gaze after they realised he had only one towel wrapped around his waist.âHow may I help you ladies?â, he asked smoothly as he noticed Jo was hiding behind Lucy. Did she remember last night? His heart warmed up thinking about how gently she sobbed on his shoulder over a fictional character. Truth be told, he was a little jealous of the Drake guy, he was not even real but already got Jo crying over for him.âGood morning, General. We wanted to check in and see if you required anything at all?â, Lucy replied without miss
It was total chaos in the Dark Slayer Pack. Tension hung in the air like a storm about to break. Jayden, livid beyond reason, had sent a summon to the elders of the holy Cathedral Shrine. It would take them at least a few days to arriveâthe shrine was nestled deep in the highlands, far from any pack border.No one could get through to Jaydenânot even his father, the former Alpha."Son, letâs not escalate this further. Why donât we release the General and have a proper, civil conversation?" the former Alpha suggested carefully, trying to steady his sonâs temper.Jaydenâs glare cut like a blade. âHe will NOT be released,â he growled. âI donât care if heâs a general from the royal kingdom. Leo wasnât just my Gammaâhe was my childhood friend. So, with all due respect, Father, he stays in that dungeon until I say otherwise.âThe former Alpha fell silent, taking a step back under the weight of his son's wrath.âHAHAHA, so much for keeping a low profile,â Caleb chuckled as he strolled up to t
Day Five of the Royal VisitDante had been locked in the dungeon for nearly three days, and Jo was starting to lose her mind.She didnât understand it. He was a stranger. A royal general. A man she barely knew. And yet, her stomach churned with anxiety at the thought of his trial. She could still picture the way he stepped forward without hesitation, how his voice had thundered across the training ground. He hadnât just protected the fairiesâheâd made a statement.Leoâs death didnât haunt her. It satisfied her. That brute Gamma had harmed too many innocents for too long.But now Jo had more than Dante to worry about.Mina and Daya had confessed they werenât just wandering fairies. They were escapeesârunaways from the Fairy Realm, captured by Dark Slayer warriors before they could cross into human territory.Which meant Jo was no longer planning an escape for two. She was planning one for four.And if even a single step went wrong, Jayden wouldnât show mercy. He wasnât the kind of Alpha
Jo walked through the eastern corridor, the conversation with Alpha Don still echoing in her mind. His words, his offerâthe mention of Malrik.As Jo rounded the corner near the older omegasâ wing, her steps slowed.Low voices filtered through the open archway aheadâmaids, maybe three or four of them, their arms full of linens, speaking in hushed but eager tones. They didnât see her.ââĶI donât care if sheâs his fated mate,â one of them hissed. âShe still acted like the other woman.âJo froze.âI know!â another whispered. âKissing the Alpha King like that, right after the courtyard was still burning? Alpha Don was barely breathing! And sheâs off playing tragic romance under the moonlight?ââShhh,â a third warned, but her tone was laced with delight. âSomeone might hear.ââWell, someone should say it,â the first one snapped. âQueen Olivia wouldnât be caught dead behaving like that. She had grace. Power. She didnât throw herself at him like a siren temptress.âJoâs spine stiffened.âShe i
The Royal Healers had finally returned from the Ice Pack.Jo felt their presence before she saw themâcalm, collected energy seeping through the palace like mist.But Jo couldnât settle. Her dream still clung to her like sea spray. That light. That voice.She wandered outside, breathing in the cooler air, and found herself near the training barracks again.âJo,â a voice called.She turned to find Alpha Don, the Wind Warrior leader, standing a few paces away, his cloak fluttering slightly though there was no breeze. Tall, graceful, and still with the scar on his face.âAlpha Don,â she greeted politely.He nodded. âYou donât look like your fiery self today.ââIâve had trouble sleeping,â Jo admitted.His eyes lingered on her, searching. âThereâs something strange about you,â he said suddenly. âLike the air shifts when youâre near.âJo raised an eyebrow. âGet in line, you are definitely not the first one to call me strangeâHe blinked, as if startled by his own honesty. âI... didnât mean i
The Royal Healers had finally returned from the Ice Pack.Jo felt their presence before she saw themâcalm, collected energy seeping through the palace like mist.But Jo couldnât settle. Her dream still clung to her like sea spray. That light. That voice.She wandered outside, breathing in the cooler air, and found herself near the training barracks again.âJo,â a voice called.She turned to find Alpha Don, the Wind Warrior leader, standing a few paces away, his cloak fluttering slightly though there was no breeze. Tall, graceful, and still with the scar on his face.âAlpha Don,â she greeted politely.He nodded. âYou donât look like your fiery self today.ââIâve had trouble sleeping,â Jo admitted.His eyes lingered on her, searching. âThereâs something strange about you,â he said suddenly. âLike the air shifts when youâre near.âJo raised an eyebrow. âGet in line, you are definitely not the first one to call me strangeâHe blinked, as if startled by his own honesty. âI... didnât mean i
The dream returned.Same shore. Same call. Her feet drifted forward without thinking, the cool sand pressing between her toes as that soundâfaint and familiarâdrew her in. It was gentle, almost like a lullaby, but there was something sad buried in it. Like someone was calling her... and missing her at the same time.The waves rolled slowly and steady, their rhythm syncing with the tight, quiet thud of her heart.And thenâsuddenlyâthe light broke through.It wasnât warm or cold. It was blinding. A pure white form emerged from the waves, and as Jo blinked against the glow, a figure began to shape.Someone familiar. Someone long gone.But before she could name themâbefore she could scream or fall to her kneesâthe dream shattered, pulling her back into darkness.Jo woke with a soft gasp, her body tangled in sheets, her heart racing like a war drum. The dream lingered like salt on her lips as if she really was just at the ocean, blinded by the light.What were these dreams? And why did th
Jo exhaled slowly, her voice a low murmur.âI donât know why it failed.âEvie blinked. âYou meanâĶ it wasnât Victor?âJoâs eyes flicked to the firelight, shadows dancing over her scarred cheek. âI gave it everything I had. My intentions were realâraw, even. I didnât walk into that chamber planning to lie, and I wasnât afraid of the truth. That Goblet shouldâve accepted us.âSarah studied her carefully. âBut it didnât.ââNo,â Jo said softly. âIt didnât.âThe former Queen tilted her head. âSoâĶ you think it was him?ââI donât know.â Jo leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her knees. âThatâs the part that haunts me. Maybe it was Victor. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was both of us carrying too many secrets, too much shame. The Goblet doesnât care about feelingsâit cares about truth.âSarahâs voice was quieter now. âDo you regret it?âJoâs eyes sharpened. âNo.âThe room held its breath.âI donât regret what I gave him. Or what I told him. I meant every word. Even the parts that scared me,â she
Jo had been wandering the hallways of the demon kingdom, lost in her thoughts, when she found herself outside Victor's room. She hadnât planned on visiting him, but something drew her to the door. She hesitated, her hand hovering just above the handle. She could sense something was wrong. The air around the door felt thick with a strange energy, almost suffocating.She heard a low, pained whimper from inside. Her heart clenched.Victor? Without thinking, Jo pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was shrouded in darkness, but it wasnât just the absence of light. This darkness felt alive, pulsating, almost like it was breathing. And there, in the middle of it, was Victor, doubled over in pain, his hands clutching his head.âVictor!â Joâs voice trembled with concern as she rushed to his side. She could see his body trembling, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked up at her, his eyes a mixture of pain and something elseâfear.âJoâĶstay back,â he managed to gasp out between brea
Jo sat stiffly on the edge of the opulent bed, her gaze fixed on Belial. The dim light filtering through the heavy curtains cast long shadows across the room.Belial's presence suddenly became commanding, his dark armor and intense gaze making the room feel even colder. There was only seriousness in the air now.He took a deliberate step closer to Jo, his voice dropping to a low, grim tone. "There is something you need to understand about the demon kings, Jolene. Victor killed Hades because his madness turned to the point of no return. Hades wanted Sea kingdom's most precious weapon, and Victor had a change of heart after meeting you. However, I am now worried about what this means for Victor.The madness is a truth that haunts every ruler who sits upon the throne of the underworld."Joâs heart quickened, her thoughts racing as she tried to grasp the gravity of Belialâs words. "What are you talking about? What truth?"Belialâs eyes, sharp and unwavering, met hers. "The madness. Every d
Victor stared at Jo dangerously. If looks could kill, Jo would be six feet deep already. Before the siren could decently cover herself in front of the crowd that was now gathering, Victor snapped his fingers, and instantly the warrior next to her started grasping for air, his hands around his neck as if something invisible was choking him, robbing him of air. 'Victor, stop', the siren pleaded for the warrior who she knew was probably a victim of Pat's evil plan. 'Fuck this Jo', the demon king mumbled. 'You care about this warrior so much?'. Jo knew it was a wrong move because the warrior's body suddenly went still. She knew he was dead, so she dared not look at the body lying next to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, this was not how she imagined her 18th birthday to have been celebrated. Damn it. She did not even want to have a celebration in the first place. 'Everyone who dares lay their eyes on my soon-to-be bride will have it ripped out of their socket. OUT!', Victor
Victor did not know when and how this has happened but Jo was the only one he could think of every single day. Before he even realised, he had fallen hard for the siren. Joâs voice that sounded like melodies had drawn Victor to her, and he had fallen for her enchanting voice, her vibrant red hair, and the way her eyes held the depths of the ocean. But now, as Victorâs words echoed through the night, Joâs world shattered. His confession hung heavy in the air, like a curse that could never be undone. He had killed his own fatherâthe reigning demon kingâ Joâs voice trembled as she whispered, âWhy, Victor? Why would you do such a thing?â His eyes, once filled with tenderness, now bore the weight of guilt. âBecause I love you, Jo. More than my own life. The former King Hades had ordered me to kill the entire royal family of the sea world on the day we were supposed to be married.â Joâs heart clenched. 'Why would Hades want such thing and to wait till the wedding day? If he wanted to, he