LOGINKAEDEN
I hate that I immediately notice how soft her skin is, how good it feels against mine. Especially as she is still lying, eyes dazed, breathing heavily, my hands placed gently on the back of her head and on her waist. I had just managed to catch her before her head hit the ground.
I’m not sure exactly why I was following her, watching her, noticing things about her that I should not be noticing. This afternoon, I swore to ensure that all contact with her would be minimal, until I could force my wolf to change its mind and find a more, less abominable mate… even though I was fully aware that it was virtually impossible for a wolf to do so. But the look that she gave me, the way I felt when our hands met, it drove me restless and unstable. Without realizing it enough to get a hold on myself, I found myself hunting for her, and have been essentially stalking her for the past hour. Like an idiot.
Damn. I know I already have a hard nut to crack convincing the pack that my decision to leave for 15 years was out of loyalty to them and for their best interests, not because I am a selfish, prodigal son, as I have heard through inside sources that my father has painted me to be. What on earth could I use to possibly justify bonding with my own sister, regardless that she is adopted?
Speaking of which… what happened to her? She was fine, basically stomped the way to her room, before jumping to her bed. Then she was up, headed to her cabinet and next thing I knew, I was flying towards her body as it crumpled to the ground. Did she touch something? Eat something?
I look around for a clue but all I can see is a little silver necklace beside her. Could that be? No. What could a little necklace do?
She had glanced up at me for a fraction of a second before her eyes closed but I can see that her eyes are beginning to flutter open again.
“Avara.”
She immediately disengages from my body once she opens her eyes and clutches her head.
“Are you alright?”
She gives me a look and rolls her eyes.
I chuckle. “Yes, that was a stupidly obvious question. What happened to you?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. What were you doing in my room?”
And she is a bit brazen. I don’t know why a smile is hinting at the corners of my lips at the thought of that.
“I wasn’t inside your room. I was just around.” I look her straight in the eyes, hoping that my attempt to establish dominance will prevent any further questions.
It doesn’t.
“These are my quarters.”
“And I have the right to go wherever the fuck I want to go.”
A hard and last hit tactic. I know that will not rub in well on her. But I am stalking you because you are my mate and I cannot seem to keep away from you would have rubbed worse on her.
She stands. “Of course. The only the almighty Alpha-heir has the audacity to disappear from home for 15 years to return at just the right time to lay claim to the throne and immediately start acting like he owns the place and the right to invade in everyone’s privacy. Well, brother, I don’t give a shit who you are. I don’t ever want to see you in my quarters again.”
She hates me. Now that look makes sense. It was a look of pure resentment. And for what exactly? She barely even knows me.
Silas.
Of course he poisoned her mind against me. Of course.
“Listen, I do not know what my father has told you about me.”
“He didn’t need to tell me anything.”
“Well then, I find it insulting that you have gone ahead to make assumptions about someone who you don’t even know.”
“Assumptions?” She hisses. “Is the fact that you ran away from home for 15 years an assumption?”
“No, what the assumption is, is whatever you have painted in your mind as the reason for my departure.”
“There’s no possible justifiable reason for disappearing for 15 years only to arrive just when you are at the right age to take the throne.”
I find my irritation building. “Then you have a small mind. And I am not going to give my little ignorant sister the honour of explaining myself.”
She glares at me for a second, and then opens a cabinet and takes out a bottle. Once she opens it, a smell that immediately ticks me off fills the room.
“What is that?”
I see her shoulders tighten. But just as I am certain she has chosen to ignore me, she speaks up.
“My medication. It’s comprised of several vitamins. They keep me stable.”
Those don’t smell like vitamins.
“Who gave you the medication?”
“What are you still doing here, Kaeden? Thank you for breaking my fall, but please leave me alone.”
“I’m just concerned for you.”
She laughs as she fills the cap of the bottle and takes a swig. “No, you fucking aren’t. Don’t even try to convince me again that you are. I’m not the naïve little girl I used to be.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Good night, Kaeden. Shut the door behind you.”
SILAS“Julius informed me that you collapsed last night.”I bear it in mind to carefully study my little harvest as I speak, catching every hint of her body language to ensure that I am consistently in control in this delicate conversation that we are about to have.She forces a fake bout of laugher. I have known for quite some time that she has resented the fact that Julius has acted like a hawk over her life, constantly questioning her and returning to me. I also know that she has chosen to be quiet about the situation because I have carefully trained her to believe that she owes a debt to the park, to me. I don’t even think she has gotten to develop love for the young man for the past two years that they have been together. But I know that she will not leave him until her dying days because she believes it to be her duty.Well, luckily for her, her dying days are fast approaching.“He told me that he thinks you have not been consistent with your medication.”“I have, father. What h
AVARAI wake up with my head pounding, my throat dry and my skin clammy. I lie still on the bed, not bothering to move, trying to gather myself, narrowing my eyes because the sunlight streaming into the room is stabbing at my eyes.It had been one hell of a night.I close my eyes tighter, press onto my memory and fragments of the dream and visions I had the other night claw at my mind.Hide the spark.What the hell is this spark?Nyxarel.That one came to me in a dream. Same frantic female voice. And right after that, I heard shadows of a voice that sounded like my adopted father’s voice.What the hell is a Nyxarel?And then blood, so much blood, tracing lines across persons whose faces I cannot identify. Cold eyes. Golden eyes. Fire and death.The thud in my head becomes worse and I instinctively force myself upright and reach for the bottle in my nightstand. I take a swig and the headache dies down, the voices silence, whatever has been stirring inside of me recedes and I begin to f
KAEDENI hate that I immediately notice how soft her skin is, how good it feels against mine. Especially as she is still lying, eyes dazed, breathing heavily, my hands placed gently on the back of her head and on her waist. I had just managed to catch her before her head hit the ground.I’m not sure exactly why I was following her, watching her, noticing things about her that I should not be noticing. This afternoon, I swore to ensure that all contact with her would be minimal, until I could force my wolf to change its mind and find a more, less abominable mate… even though I was fully aware that it was virtually impossible for a wolf to do so. But the look that she gave me, the way I felt when our hands met, it drove me restless and unstable. Without realizing it enough to get a hold on myself, I found myself hunting for her, and have been essentially stalking her for the past hour. Like an idiot.Damn. I know I already have a hard nut to crack convincing the pack that my decision to
SILASFuck.I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, watching the moonlight, my wolf, Alaric, howling, desperate to break out, run, kill, hunt, anything to deal with the deep anger brewing inside of us.Kaeden, that idiot son of mine, is back.The boy I had spent years trying to break and mold into my malleable weapon, and who decided to turn his back on me and run away 15 years ago, leaving me with nothing but a miserable note informing me that he was going away, and that he was not coming back anytime soon, has decided to spring back with eyes hungry for a throne he does not deserve.At age 33, the perfect age to ascend to the throne.And the idiot thinks that I will give it to him as I should. As I am expected to.Well, it has been a long time since I did anything that anyone expected me to do. And I am not about to change. Especially given my plans to rule forever.When Kaeden left, I must admit that I felt hurt at first, well, to be honest, very disrespected by his dec
AVARA“Who does he think he is, coming back after 15 years and acting like he owns the place?”Julian is rambling beside me but I can barely hear him, walking so fast that it is difficult to keep up with him. His jaw is hard, and cold anger is radiating off him.“I’m just as surprised as you are that he is back. I thought that he would never come back.”“Of course he does. Spends 15 years wasting away his life, neglecting the pack, the people, then waltzes back in talking about how he is ready for the succession. He shouldn’t have come back. He had become a ghost. Everybody had forgotten about him. Damn it.”I hadn’t. When Silas took me, brought me to him, I was scared, destabilized, terrified, my mind hazy, thoughts blurry. It was two days after that night, that night…I try to think again of that night and give up trying to recollect more than I know. Julian says it’s a trauma response, remembering so little of the night when my actual parents died. Silas, my adopted father, gave me
KAEDEN15 years.It has been 15 years since I left. Since I ran away from my pack in a desperate bid not to turn into my father. And now, I’m back.I was 18 when I left, filled with rage and cold bitterness. And a year prior, I had begun to unravel mysteries about my father’s rule, about why the magick creatures, the witches and the elven folk were slowly disappearing, about my mother.Anyways, when it was time for me to get tertiary education, I decided that I was going to use it as an opportunity to run away, to train, to make myself stronger than my father and then come back to hold him accountable for all the evil that he committed under the guise of being the most just Alpha there ever was.And now, I’m a man of 33, of the sacred age when an Alpha’s heir is to rise up to the ranks of Alpha whilst the previous Alpha settles into the role of regent. Now is the time.I have but 5 months until the blood moon, after all. And the blood moon is when I am to ascend to the throne.I stare







