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Aeron I didn't give it much thought initially. While I understood that I should stay in Woodland until our task was complete, it was the second day away from Jasmine, and the longing for her was intensifying. I realised just how much I missed her when Mathias arrived. Despite him being my best friend, whom I had missed dearly, I felt no temptation to stay. Mathias showed up at the Alpha's house looking exhausted and sleepy after a long drive from Peakland in Hill, down to Riverhead in Forest, and finally to Woodland. Earlier that day, I had spoken to Jasmine over the phone, unaware that Mathias was on his way. After a brief exchange of brotherly greetings, he almost immediately passed out due to exhaustion. When morning arrived, I was eager to catch up with Mathais and set out for Riverhead. However, Mathias declined to visit Monsoor and Laila, opting instead to address issues with the arsenal. There were ongoing thefts in Woodland that required investigation, and the king had assig
Aeron Not long after I woke up, I realised that Jasmine might be caught in a nightmare, too. I attempted to shake her awake, but she remained unresponsive. "Fire," she murmured, and memories of what Mathias had told me about her childhood resurfaced. He had mentioned that she used to suffer from nightmares frequently. Since he hadn't brought it up in a while, I had assumed it had stopped. However, considering they no longer shared a room, and both Mathias and I had distanced ourselves from her, it made sense that she kept it to herself. No wonder she didn't pass judgment on me when I had a meltdown at Riverdale; she was likely trying to empathise with what had happened to me. I tried to rouse her, but she remained unresponsive, seemingly trapped in her dream state. Frustrated, I got off the bed, fetched water from the bathroom, and sprinkled it on her face. She gasped, jolting awake, but as she continued to stare ahead, oblivious to her surroundings, it was evident she was in a tran
Jasmine. The alcohol was causing me to lose control, but the reality was that Aeron was undeniably attractive, and my body was already reacting to the sight of him. My pussy clenched uncontrollably while I tried to keep my thighs together to alleviate the ache in my core. He wasn't just a wolf god; he embodied a magnetic allure. He was a sex god. The intricate tattoos on his skin complemented his muscular physique. His firm muscles flexed as he approached me, stirring a desire within me to run my hands along every inch of him and experience the sensation of him enveloping me. I recognised that even if those desires were fulfilled, it wouldn't be enough. I craved this man intensely, and somehow, he seemed aware of it. After restraining my desires for so long, I was prepared to embrace them fully now that he had finally made it happen. "Are you waiting for me, Princess?" he asked me, and I nodded, speechlessly looking at his happy trail, eager to see his huge cock. I could see he was
Mathias "Hold him to the ground and keep him there!" I barked, my voice carrying the weight of urgency as I directed Alpha Adams' men to secure the suspect we'd just apprehended. The air was thick with tension, and the gravity of the situation hung in the balance. We were dealing with a thief, someone involved in the illicit act of stealing weapons from our stronghold in Woodland. Our kingdom had become a fortress, a necessity born from the threat that loomed ever since Gaddafi and his family arrived. My father, alongside the other two Kings, deemed it their mission to ready ourselves for the impending battle. The catalyst for this fervent preparation stemmed from the horrifying events that unfolded on my Uncle's land, the King of Snow. I had learned about the near-destruction of the small army my Uncle led to confront the mysterious visitors who had washed ashore. Just two individuals had caused such chaos, leaving an indelible mark on Snow's defences. It was this unsettling
Mathias "Have you seen the visitors?" my father inquired, and I shook my head, indifferent to meeting Jutros from Pictoria, acquaintances of Aeron's in the past. Beta Qusack, sharing my sentiments, assured me they were harmless. That was good enough for me. I knew Aeron had something to discuss with me, and I hoped he would open up when we returned home. "Come on, let's see them and then head back home," my father suggested, and I found no grounds to argue with him. Once we settled into the car, my father noticed my subdued demeanour. "You've been acting strangely since we left Peakland. Is anything troubling you, son?" he inquired, his concern evident. Not knowing how to articulate my feelings, I decided to be honest since he had asked. "I know Mom is worried about Jasmine's social life. Any parent would be. Ivory is the only friend she's had in a while, and I believe it serves a purpose," I admitted, letting out a sigh. "Most people aren't kind to her, and I can tell you it'
Ivory Leaving Riverhead wasn't easy. No matter how I tried to mask my emotions, it bled through. Ironically, I can feel what everyone is feeling, see their thoughts, and crawl into their minds, but people cannot understand my feelings. It's a lonely existence, being able to connect with others on such an intimate level, yet remaining an enigma to them. I did not want to come to Snow. I wouldn't say I liked the weather, and the thought of being away from my sister weighed heavily on my mind. Jasmine and I shared a unique bond, one that transcended the ordinary. It was unsettling to think of being separated from her, but life had different plans for us. I was only relaxed when I noticed she and Aeron had started getting along. At least she wouldn't be alone, and maybe she could share her nightmarish dreams with him. Jasmine had been suffering in silence for a while, so I tried to always be there for her. Now that I can't be there anymore, I was grateful that Aeron would be. He was al
Ivory As we continued walking through the snowy landscape, Rukky began to unravel the mysteries of Ghost-eyes. She spoke of a lineage with a unique connection to the spiritual realm, granting us the ability to perceive and manipulate the thoughts and emotions of others. It was a power given to the chosen, and I was part of that legacy. "You see when a child is born with ghost eyes, it means the soul has travelled between the land of the living and that of the dead and now has a permanent connection to both worlds. While one exists outside of time, the other is confined within it, and people like us can transcend time," She said, and I was in complete silence. "Queen Aliana was an anomaly. There's a significant reason for this: her soul wasn't claimed as your ticket to cross over. Every Ghost-eye child loses their mother at birth. The gatekeeper demands the necessary trade to keep the gate open for us. Somehow, the gatekeeper didn't require anything from you, but you don't possess th
Jasmine Aeron and I spent the entire day together on the bed in his room, cuddled in each other's arms, reminiscing about the beautiful tapestry of our shared past. I had never been so happy in my life. The warmth of his embrace and the laughter in the room created a cocoon of joy I never wanted to escape. As we lay there, the floodgates of memories opened wide. We delved into the past, exploring the corridors of our childhood. The room became a time machine, transporting us to the days when life was simpler and our worries were as light as the clouds drifting by the window. We laughed heartily as we talked about the times when we were little and the silly escapades that defined our innocence. The mention of our childhood escapades brought back sweet memories, like the aroma of freshly baked cakes by Aunt Ania wafting through the air. One vivid memory surfaced was of Aeron and Mathias playing in the field with other children. I could picture Julia, a spirited tomboy, fearless