Troy Jonas Smart was not happy when I returned from the bathroom where I hid so I could mind link with Quinn. โIโm sorry. We need to cut this meeting short. My wife needs me for something at home.โ Our meeting was in Jonasโs filthy strip club. It was so dirty that I was too afraid to touch anything in case I caught some rare, untreatable, extinct disease. I couldnโt even bring myself to sit down on one of the sticky barstools. โYou know, Iโm married too," Jonas said. "I donโt allow my wife to lead me around by the short and curlies like you do.โ I raised my eyebrows and stared him right in the eyes until he backed down and lowered his gaze. I could never understand humans and their shallow feelings for their spouses. Wolves mated for life, humans didnโt, and my Lycan nature refused to accept that. I did not see the allure of a life where you didnโt commit fully to your mate. A life where you kept waiting for someone or something better to come along, and leaving a partner that was
Troy I listened quietly while Morella told me about the future, about how Quinn was going to break our bond and go to my father. โWhy would she do that?โ Morella shook her head. โThe Fates do not reveal a personโs heart to me, only their actions.โ โOkay,โ I crossed my arms over my chest. โWhat do I do to her that causes her to break the bond?โ โYou leave her.โ โI would never. I-โ Morella held up a hand to silence me. โYou may or you may not. It all depends on you.โ Sometimes, the witch could be really irritating with her riddles and refusal to reveal the whole truth to me. โTell me what happens.โ โI cannot tell you that.โ โWhy not?โ I roared. โTell me, so I can be prepared!โ โI cannot tell you that which I do not know.โ โFuck!โ I cursed. It wasnโt the witch that was being deliberately obtuse - it was the fucking fates themselves. โOkay, fine. You told Quinn to gather the she-wolves didnโt you?โ โYes. A she-wolf finds strength with her own kind.โ โYeah, yeah, yeah,โ I said,
Quinn I explained to the women what Morella had showed me, how she told me that Iโd break my bond with Troy and go to his father instead. All but Missus Lowry and Ida doubted Morellaโs prophecy. โThat means you can never leave,โ the old housekeeper said. "You have to stay even if it hurts." "Yes," Giuliana agreed. "That is why we're here right? To keep you standing." โIt's not that simple...I won't be the one who leaves. Troy is the one who leaves,โ I explained. โAt least...I think so. Morella was a little cryptic.โ โI don't think the prince will leave,โ Nell said. โIโve seen the way he looks at you.โ โWell,โ Olivia chipped in, and gently squeezed my arm. โIf he does leave, weโll be here to make sure you donโtโฆgo over a cliff and break your bond.โ I glanced at Missus Lowry. โThe end is not near,โ I said to her, knowing she knew what I meant. It could mean she wouldnโt see the end of this war in her lifetime. โI think it wonโt come for years yet.โ โIf you follow the path of break
Quinn โI donโt want you to make that promise to me,โ I said to my Troy. โI have to,โ he replied. โItโs the only way Iโll stay. Iโll force myself to stay because I keep my word. I think itโs my only redeeming quality.โ โShut up,โ I said. โItโs not.โ A dubious smile quivered around his lips. Troy let me go and got up to sit next to me. โYou said Sebastian was afraid of you?โ I nodded and put my head on Troyโs shoulder. He stiffened as if he suddenly didnโt like to feel me against him, then relaxed and rested his cheek on my crown. โAt least that explains why he wentโฆgoes after you. If he thinks you can cast such a powerful spell before youโve even matured, heโll be under the impression that youโll go feral the moment your powers manifest fully.โ โDo I go feral?โ โNo,โ he said. โIt didโฆit will overcome you the first night, but from what Iโve seen, you keep your sanity.โ I snorted loudly. โCanโt be.โ โWhy not?โ โNo sane person goes to Fionn Bailey out of their own free will.โ โY
Quinn"Where are we going?" I asked Troy."You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Dinner first though."By the time we were done with our supper the sun was already setting.I expected that we'd go to some kind of club or bar in Haverton, but Troy kept driving until we reached a town that was almost a hundred miles away. I knew this place, but not the name of the town. I passed through it on my way to Haverton. It was big enough to stay anonymous, but not so big that one could disappear.โThere are almost no wolves here,โ Troy declared.โOh. Right,โ I mumbled.My heart thrummed out a steady rhythm against my ribs. I was alight with excitement and nerves as Troy pulled into a half full parking lot outside a nightclub. "It's a fetish club," he declared, "but we are not going inside."Cars came and went, the headlights illuminating the inside of our vehicle as they drove past. โGet in the back seat,โ Troy ordered.I climbed through the gap between the two front seats, but Troy got out and w
Troy Ever since Morellaโs visit the previous day, I felt a little crack in my bond with Quinn. It wasn't too big yet, but it scared me. It would get worse if I did not attempt to heal the wound. I had some hope that we could mend the crack by being intimate โ not just physically, but mentally โ and indulging in what I considered a taboo fantasy helped with that a bit, but it was not enough. I didn't know if Quinn felt it, but I did. It was driving me insane. Like an itch I couldn't scratch. The itch woke me several times during the night, and every time it happened, I woke my mate up just so we could have sex or to talk to her while we cuddled. Yet, while I felt that little crack trying to heal throughout the night, it was back and bigger than ever when I woke the next morning. Ignoring my throbbing bladder, I went straight for the walk-in, eager to look at the painting while Quinn was still asleep; I needed to know if our promises and vows to each other changed anything. My hea
Troy I sat on one of the chairs in the darkened cinema room, watching the hands on my watch tick away the time. I tried to mind link with Quinn once, but she was still out of it, and all I felt from her was profound terror. I feared that she would see what I was about to do, but I could not let them go. I did not see any other way that would ensure my mate stayed and did not run to my father so they could burn down the world together. My father had to go for now - it was not yet his time - but perhaps Sebastianโs end would come sooner than Morella foresaw. My heart broke a little bit every time I thought about it, but I purposefully pushed the ache in my heart to the side and tapped into the part of me that was used to killing without any mercy. I needed that side of myself more than ever before. The soothsayer came out first. โI am Soothsayer Daniel,โ he introduced himself as he climbed out of the hole. โYeah,โ I said. โI donโt care. Go upstairs to the Omega quarters. Ask for a
TroySomeone told the kings about Morellaโs prophecy and they were trying to change the course of their destiny. That was why my father came here, why he'd take Quinn when the time came. They all knew what was going to happen to them, and they were trying everything in their power to fight against their own nature.It could work. That was the hell of it. If Morella, Eleanor, and even The Fates themselves were to be believed, it could work.That meant I'd have to change my approach. I could no longer sit back and wait for the right moment, for the day the kings would gather here at some undefined point in the future, when the princes would unite and kill their fathers in a display of solidarity.Whomever it was that blabbed did a piss poor job of it, and if I were to hazard a guess, Iโd say it was Magnus. He never did fully grasp the severity of what would happen if we did not succeed. He always thought it was a battle for the ultimate throne. To be the ruler of them all, but it was ne
Hello my dearest readers! Phew. Another one done and dusted. Finally! This is the time where I thank all of you for sticking around to read this epic tale. I did not intend for it to be this long, but Troy and Quinn had quite the story to tell. Thank you, as always, for the comments, the reviews, the gems, the encouragement and love you've shown me along the way. I truly appreciate you so much, and your support is why I keep on writing even when I sometimes feel like saying, "fuck it all," before I go back to bed. I could not do this without you, I truly mean that. There will be more stories soon. So if you feel like it, stick around for the next one. I'd love to take you along for the ride. Much love, Celice
TroyI lifted Quinn into the warm tub, soaped up a flannel, and gently started to wash her. She was frozen down to the bone, and for the first time since it all started, she complained about being cold. โI killed the witch?โ she asked for the hundredth time.โYes.โโAnd Sebastian is okay?โโYes.โ I checked on him before I came to bed.My brother was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically he was shattered, but he was alive. That was the only thing that mattered to me now.โI reached out to your auntโs witch, Gretchen,โ I said. โDo you know her?โโNo.โโWell, sheโll be here in a few days. Sheโll teach you how to develop and control your powers.โQuinn pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She looked small, vulnerable, like the little rabbit I brought home with me almost six months ago. โNow itโs over,โ she said.โI think so.โโWe can live our lives?โGod I hoped so.I groaned and dropped the flannel in the water. I leaned over to kiss my mate. Her lips were like
Troy As I expected, the winter was exceptionally cold, and towards the end of the year, the whole city came to a grinding halt. Businesses couldnโt open, school doors remained shut, water pipes froze over and burst all over the country, reports came in thick and fast about the poor and homeless dying by the dozen.It was absolute mayhem.On the day of Quinnโs birthday, we had the worst snowstorm in recorded history. Doom prophets talked about the end of the world, and newscasters predicted our catastrophic end if we didnโt stop carbon emissions right away.They didnโt know what we knew. They didnโt know that it was a half-Goddess womanโs powers manifesting. Quinn didnโt know she was doing it, but I felt her magic. She called on nature, begged it to help her so she wouldnโt have to kill Sebastian, and the snow was their answer.I did not want to burden her with the knowledge that she caused the severe weather. It was pointless and wouldn't change a damn thing. My brother was already h
QuinnBlack blood oozed out of the kingsโ necks and flowed over their sonsโ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.Sparks exploded behind my eyes and a sharp pain shot through my own neck. I gasped and gagged, trying to breath past the unknown thing stuck in my throat, and instinctively reached up to feel for a wound, but Ida and Nell, dear sweet Nell that was always so gentle and shy, held my arms down. โDonโt,โ Nell hissed. โIt is not real.โThe woods started to float in and out of existence, and a loud drone like millions of buzzing flies filled every space in my head. Something tore my soul from my chest, and the real world simply ceased to exist.I looked out over a vast wasteland. There was nothing here but parched, cracked earth as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the skeleton of a lone tree tried to ca
QuinnI looked around the place that used to be our campground. The sigh was one straight out of a horror movie. Corpses and torn tents lay scattered across the clearing, giving it a desolate, post-apocalyptic feel.At some point, Salome took control and I shifted. I blacked out and when I came back, Troy was standing over me, commanding me to shift.His commands didnโt work on me, but they worked on Salome. She couldnโt resist an order from Troy. โWhat happened?โ I asked, completely confused.โLook,โ Troy said and held out his hand to help me up.A body lay next to me on the ground. A she-wolf with her throat torn out. โDid I do that?โโYes,โ he said. โShe was a fully-trained warrior, and youโฆyou fought bravely and you won, but she did almost kill you.โI looked down at my blood-soaked. I was a little achy, but I didn't feel injured or near death. โI'm okay.โโI healed you as much as I could, and the shift fixed the rest.โโI donโt remember any of it.โโI know.โI was suddenly very a
TroyQuinn and I ran for the campgrounds. We had to tie up the other princes and their mates to make it appear as if I held them prisoner. As we rushed up the path, I mind liked with Casper to tell him what was going on. โFind the princes. Get the chains ready.โThe chains we prepared for them wasnโt pure silver. They contained just enough of the precious metal to fool the Lycans for a moment, but not so much that it would weaken the princes to such a degree that they couldnโt break free when the time came.โGag my father,โ I reminded the guard.Morella did not give us much time to prepare. Thirty minutes. That was how long it would take her to break Eleanorโs spell, and that was all the time she gave us.We broke through the treeline just in time to see my warriors wrap the chains around the princes wrists and ankles. Casper grinned maniacally as he shoved a ball gag into my fatherโs mouth and wrapped a cloth dipped in liquid silver over it to keep it in place.โYou like this a littl
TroyโDoes this change anything?โ Joel asked.After the Lycans submitted, I summoned the princes to the lake so we could talk about what had happened. I did not expect them bend the knee to me โ it was too much to ask, yet they did it, the least I could do in return was stay true to them.โNot as far as I can see,โ Gadrial said and lazily plucked a dead leaf hanging right in front of his face.God, he could be an insufferable blowhole sometimes, but he was not wrong. โGadrial is right. It changes nothing.โJoel did not look convinced. โIf she is attracting wolves who naturally want to submit to both of you...I donโt....Why must we have to kill our fathers?โโBecause if we donโt, theyโll kill her,โ Eduard said. โEventually, theyโll find a way, and weโll be right back where we started.โโI donโt expect you to kill for my mate,โ I said.โThatโs just it, isnโt it?โ Gadrial replied, his voice bitter with resentment. โWe are all bound to her, as we are to her fucking mother.โโSheโs your mo
QuinnUnlike the last few weeks, the warriors didnโt head off into the woods to train. For the first time since we arrived, everyone gathered around the fires to enjoy the day together before the full moon forced us into the woods to shift.I looked up at the muted moon hanging in the clear blue sky. With each passing month, I could feel the moonโs effects more intensely. The closer I came to my twenty-first birthday, the stronger it became. It was like the ocean's tide rose inside me, and I was terrified of what would happen when the wave broke upon the shore.The moon was almost like a living being to me. I could feel her pulsating heart, and hear her sigh as she moved along her way.I cocked my head at the blue-white globe, fully expecting her to start speaking at any moment, and was completely unaware that the group sharing our fire stopped eating to watch me.It wasnโt until I tore my eyes from the moon that I noticed all of them had put their plates down and folded their hands i
Quinn It was so cold that my tears froze on my face. Troy shuddered as gusts of wind whipped through the trees, but he did not let me go. He had to be uncomfortable, sitting naked on the icy rock, but he simply held on to me while I tried my best to stop crying. If Fionn was no longer in the painting, it had to mean that the princes would win. They would kill their fathers and these wolves that I loved so much would finally know peace. Perhaps, Sebastian would change his mind too, and then Troy could live the life he wanted. I didnโt know if the life as a gang leader was any more peaceful than life as a Lycan king, but it had to be if that was what my mate dreamed of these days. The war did not affect me, not yet, but I could see what it did to those around me. They talked about the end of the war non-stop, about their dreams for a peaceful future, and what theyโd do when it was all over. Nell was especially vulnerable, and she often cried about lost brothers and sisters, or worri