Dear readers, thank you for reading this far. I hope you're still enjoying the story. I'm sorry that I've not been able to update for a while now because I planned not to do daily updates this month, but I will upload at least twice a week for this month. Thank you for your understanding.
~Ezinne~ I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned over to kick-start the treadmill. My usual pace was a modest five, a leisurely walk to clear my mind. But today, fuelled by frustration, I cranked it up to ten, launching into a sprint. I had come to the gym so early. The gym was deserted, bathed in
What unfolded next took me entirely by surprise, catching me off guard even as it unfolded. Without warning, tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks, and I began to sob, a flood of emotion I struggled to contain. Eloise regarded me with a mixture of bewilderment and concern. "Your Highnes
Once more, she nodded in understanding. "Indeed, coaxing him to open up may prove challenging. But tell me, beyond the rumours, what impressions do you have of King Malik?" I was caught a bit off guard by the question, but I found myself pausing to think what I really thought about Malik. "I know
~Malik~ "How is she holding up?" I asked, deliberately avoiding Rhea's gaze. "She is not coping well, Your Majesty," the female warrior replied, her voice heavy with genuine worry. It was unusual to see Rhea so deeply troubled; nothing had seemed to concern her this much since her arri
My beast yearned for her presence, and I could hardly even sleep. I would only toss and turn in bed until dawn. Our connection ran deeper than the mate bond. The beads of tattoos around her waist were the same as mine. I had grown up seeing that tattoo around my waist and had not got an explanation
~Ezinne~ I lay in Malik's large, cold bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Eloise's words kept playing in my head. 'He might be all grown up now, and despite his outward façade, there lingers inside him the wounded soul of a twelve-year-old boy who was deprived of l
“Are you asleep?” His voice broke through the silence, soft and unexpected. My heart stopped for a while, and when it picked up again, I fought to steady my frantic breath. I didn’t respond or turn to face him, because I was afraid it might all turn out to still be a dream. “I didn’t mean t
~Ezinne~ I bolted upright in bed, a scream tearing from my throat, my body drenched in cold sweat, and tears carving wet trails down my cheeks. But before the echo of my terror faded, strong hands captured me, pulling me against a firm chest. The sensation of a powerful heartbeat under my ear grou