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THE PROPHECY 2
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2025-07-26 21:31:19
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FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire SCARED BLOODLINE
Kael slumped against Aaron like a sack of feathers, his breath shallow, his body trembling. Aaron barely caught him before he hit the ground.“The king is my father?” he whispered again, voice cracking under the weight of the revelation. “Alaric’s father is… my father?”And then he blacked out.“Kael—!?” Aaron crouched, catching his limp body fully, cradling him into his arms. His head lolled to the side, his face pale, lips parted as if still forming the question that had broken him.“Damn it,” Aaron cursed under his breath, hauling Kael up over his shoulder. Kael felt light. Too light. Like a broken wing stripped of wind. Aaron didn’t care who stared, he pushed past the stunned murmurs and wide eyes.He carried Kael out of that square.No one stopped him.Because no one could move.The king’s words still rang through the square like a war drum in reverse— silencing everything in their wake. Even the air refused to stir.“He is my son. From Elara. My true mate.”A collective hush hel
FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire HIS ROYAL IDENTITY
There was a dense, suffocating silence in the square. A thick smoke and incense filled the atmosphere from the ceremonial fire which still crackled its stone basin. the people of Veridia were standing all about in close groups and too dazed to say a word, turning their eyes to and fro between the High Seer and the prince and the young man who was just staggering under the burden of the prophecy.Kael shivered and his legs buckled under his body, and his breath came raggedly in the shallowest of gasps. Like a cathedral bell is ringing in his mind are the words of the prophecy. He was aware of all the eyes being upon him, he felt the strain of it bending and curling around his shoulders like a smoke. Thunder was the pounding of his heart.Aaron moved in, put his arm tightly around his elbow. “Breathe,” he said in a very low voice so that Kael was the only one listening. “I've got you.”Kael nodded, holding the bile in his throat. His body yelled at him to run, to hide, but the legs did
FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire THE PROPHECY 2
Something was coming. Something profound.The chatter died completely, strangled in a collective intake of breath.A line of girls stepped forward from behind the main stage, barefoot and veiled in thin, pearl-white silk, and barefoot. Their long silvery hair, freshening-snow-white, moved in the still-air like streamers. and between their cupped hands, held sacred, were wood bowls smoothly carved of the most exquisite shape, and filled with some delicate, white, frosty-like powder, that glimmers like crushed moonlight.They did not—as you would in the stage--walk to the centre, but to the geometric centre of the square.The crowd slowly parted, without command, without a single shouted word. Backs straightened, shoulders pulled back, people rose, a ripple of quiet reverence moving through the hundreds of spectators. The girls made no sound as they walked, their steps impossibly light. With each graceful, measured step, they sprinkled the shimmering powder in a curving line that spiral
FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire THE PROPHECY
The courtyard shook with the beat of the ancestral heart of Veridia, pulsed with a cacophony of color and magic. Lanterns, as large as captured summer fire-flies, hung in the air, dancing with pale lavender light. Their unsubstantial radiance threw fluctuating, undulating contours on the smooth canvasses of silken canopies stiffly expanse above, changing the great square into a soil of fragmentary shadow and light. The fire dancers, lean and savage, painted circlets of red and orange around the darkening dusk, each downward step a drum upon the ground. With ancient power thrummed the very air itself, with joy, with the very essence of the Wolf-kind.But Alaric was cold.The Crowned Prince sat by the side of the King--a privilege, beyond doubt, a gold-gilded prison--and followed the merriment with an air of enforced restraint. His chair, carved out of heavy stone, and with carved stone armrests, had been cold where his fingers touched it, as though his blood were cold itself. He hadn't
FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire VERIDIA'S CULTURE
(Aaron's POV)This could score as my best night in Veridia, everything is so entertaining and I have Kael beside me. He had that wide-eyed look again, like a boy seeing magic for the first time.“Is that… a floating crystal dragon?” he whispered, eyes trained upward.I followed his gaze to where a performer manipulated translucent magical threads, weaving the glowing form of a dragon that danced through the sky, wings rippling with illusionary sparks.“Yeah,” I murmured, smiling. “This is only the beginning.”The emcee, a bard with an obnoxiously high plume in his hat, stood center stage, spinning dramatically. “Noble guests! Warriors! Outsiders and beloved blood of Veridia! You’ve tasted our food, now behold our spirit!”The crowd roared. Kael flinched at the volume, then laughed softly when I nudged his shoulder.“I told you Veridia was lively,” I said.He nodded, his lips curving faintly. “It’s beautiful.”Then the music changed to slow and earthy, like a heartbeat wrapped in strin
FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire FESTIVE NIGHT
The royal palace courtyard had been made into a splendid stage.The open air theater ran like a crescent amphitheater under a velvet sky with stars shining in laid-back rivalry with floating lanterns which floated like fire flies over space. Each of these buildings had been kissed by enchantment: silver-lit lanterns suspended in mid-space, a mouthful of the air an enchanted breath that made the hot evening cool, and crystalline domes on the sides of the stage which threw forth feeble light through veils of mist.Aaron was sitting in the first row, his back straight yet his legs loosely crossed and his embroidered cuffs to his midnight-blue robe. On the other hand, Kael, bending a little forward, scanned with his eyes the broad platform before him, where the King and Queen sat with assured majesty, draped in obsidian and gold. Casian sat on the left of the Queen, all stiff and stone-faced as ever. But Alaric was more difficult to overlook. He sat back, red as he was almost black in the
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