Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were wolf other self for witches, although we did not have a separate identity for ours – we did not transform, simply listened to that inner voice as our guide. For ware’s that voice was that of their wolf, for Lycan’s that of their Lycan. The voices are part of our being, acting somewhat as an advisor to any line of witch blood – stronger the line, quicker the voice is to materialize itself, quicker we are in tune with our inner selves and guide given to us. I came from a very long line on my mother’s side, so my voice came to me very early on. “You are a young and beautiful woman Dragana, the voice continues.. Sex is a natural order of things”. I thought of that carefully. It was in direct conflict with what I have been taught and what I have been told from day one.. “But my powers”, I protested, still sitting in warm tub, residuals of my orgasm, and heat rippling through me in waves.. “Witches too have mates, the voice retorted.. You do not need to be celibate to retain them.. The old Alpha King simply protected you from his pack” the voice said again..
It is true that Roman’s father told me of these rules. He was always very fatherly to me, very protective. I have always felt safe with him and I knew he cared deeply for me and my mother, for my happiness as well. After my mother’s death - as I was alone witch and a very young one at that, I had no other choice but to believe him. When I brought up my mother and her marriage, he simply said I was different and had different fate – that of celibacy and virginity for the rest of my life. I believed him.. However, the pulsating fire coming from my clit was disagreeing with that and I wondered what would it feel like to have a large, massive cock of an Alpha King inside me, stretching me, filling me, making me come over and over.. My thoughts were driving me crazy, thoughts of him..
He has a mate, I thought to myself trying to compose my excitement and push away the budding feelings.. “You have a choice here” the soft voice said again..” You can get your freedom if you get his mate. .Get him his mate and get your freedom.. Sex with him is not important.. If that is what you want, you will find somebody else, or perhaps even you have a mate - but for now, lets focus on getting out of here and being free” the voice reasoned in my head.. She was right. I desperately wanted my freedom – to experience a life outside of this gilded cage and if indeed I was destined a mate to live my life with him. And for that, I knew I had to find his..
However, my clit was still warm, wanting him, needing him, thinking of him.. This was something I have never experienced before.. It was throbbing, pulsating, having a mind of its own and needing me to rub it and slide my fingers inside my walls.. Now that I have tasted the orgasm, I wanted more.. I wanted more of that feeling of weightlessness and pure pleasure.. Thinking of Roman’s kiss, his warm breath on me, the way he pulled me, the way his lips tasted, the way he commanded me, overpowering yet gentle at the same time. I slid my fingers slowly past my entrance, at first gently.. The moment I thought of his warm breath, my fingers had a mind of their own rubbing and sliding with incredible speed, almost penetrating.. My pulse quickened, and I did not know if I was even present on this world.. The warm radiating energy pulsated all over my body and I screamed out in even larger orgasm..
Water was cold at this point, but my body was on fire… I wanted him inside me so badly..
Beta Artemis POVAs we sat by the willowy tree in the ever-encompassing darkness, I started to feel…. Well… different, would be the best explanation. There was something here… Something an eye could not see, something that devoured your very soul. Emir whimpered, and this was strange – my wolf was a warrior, unfazed by anything. Roman was chewing on his food, looking at me strangely, his eyes flickering between him and Caleb, something happening, something he did not share. “Can you reach Caleb?”, I asked Emir and the definite answer was no. Our wolves could not communicate to one another and that was a huge red flag! I did not know what was happening. The darkness around us started moving and through the shadows I heard her voice… Faint at first, but then I felt her. I felt her calling to me, I felt her presence, her scent, her ever-present light… I opened my eyes, and there she stood before me, my beautiful Dragana, smiling at me, in flesh.It had only been moments since we left the
Roman POVWe sat down in the darkness that enveloped us. It was not like anything we had ever seen, it was permeating, ever dark, ever shadowy. It almost all felt unreal, as if we stepped into a realm unseen, something made of the darkness itself. Although I was initially reluctant to have Art join me, I was grateful for his presence, for his stoic aura and his support. Still chewing on a piece of beef jerky, I set up a temporary camp. We had moved far, and I knew we did not have a lot of time, but I needed to talk to him. Events back home did not allow us a conversation, and I needed to speak to the only other man Dragana loved. I needed to come up with a plan. Just in case. Just in case I did not make it out of here, I needed to know that he would love her as she deserved to be loved. In truth, I already knew that, but somehow, my heart was heavy, and I simply needed my friend.I knew he was restless seeing the dark waters. In truth. I was too; however, I did not want to admit it. I
Artemis POV When Dragana opened up the portal, I did not know what to expect. I knew we were going into a treacherous situation – by all accounts. What I read about the Yamuna River, coupled with what King Solomon said, did not look promising or encouraging. Surely, we were walking into danger, but none of that mattered. I loved her. I loved her with every breath I took and would gladly lay my life down for her, as I would for Roman. My connection to him was different, but there was love in my heart for him too, love, loyalty and friendship that only came from years of shared life like we had. We live in a strange world, one that to humans, at least most, would be incomprehensible. When I was young, I thought about their ways, the way they love, the way they live. I wondered what my life would be if I were born a human. I observed them, read about them, and thought to myself. Imagine having to work so hard, continuously on the verge of injury or death, struggling for most hours of you
Dragana POV“Regina Dominum???? You are not the Luna Queen yet, Alice!!!” I heard a strong booming voice of Alpha King Jonathan as strong as a command almost, his eyes piercing and blazing at her. I could tell he was none the more pleased with her invoking the ancient rite. “My son has not marked you, nor mated you from what I can tell from your scent… You do smell… well.. different… in some way, that I must admit… But you do not smell of my blood!!! You do not smell of Spieta line!!” he now all but growled, his hazel eyes turning almost crimson. I had never seen him that mad, nor did I know that his eyes had such a deadly hue to it. He looked quite intimidating, in fact.“Ah… ah.. no matter old timer”, Alice snickered.. “Roman and I will be mated and marked in no time, as soon as he is back from whatever idiotic and self-serving trip this betrayer, this murderer sent him to. In fact, how do we know that she is not planning to overtake the pack itself???? She must have sent Roman to h
Dragana POVGamma Aldar’s wife, Rose, looked bewildered and her face was a river of tears. A petite brunette with beautiful, amber-colored eyes, she held his body as if it were a baby, her sobs piercing my very soul. I knew they were fated mates, and I knew they had children. In fact, I remember delivering one of their sons many years ago, a chubby blonde boy with his mother’s eyes. I could not imagine or fathom the pain she was going through, and my heart went out to her. I was still in shock that somehow the dead man’s hand had the piece of my dress, covered in blood, but that was not my main concern. It should have been.“IT WAS HER!!!! SHE KILLED HIM!”, came the screeching voice of Alice, storming with purpose from a corner of the circle, her eyes flaming with fury, her hand outstretched and pointed at me. Everybody’s eyes turned toward me, confused and insecure, doubt in their eyes, yet nobody said anything. Rose lifted her eyes up to me, puffy and red, looking between me and Ali
Dragana POVMy aunt and her husband excused themselves to go meet with their children. It was just yesterday that they all arrived, and I was excited about meeting my relatives. I understood most favored a witch gene, although a couple of them were hybrids, so we had a lot to discuss. Fluttering emotions were overcoming me every time I thought of them. Having a family also made me feel stronger, and an anchor if you will, albeit a little insecure. For somebody who did not even know I had a family, I now swam in family relationships, magic, lovers and everything in between. My whole world had been tossed upside down and I was still adjusting to it.My great-grandfather, the sage of old times, looked at me with tenderness. “My sweet child…. A new day, a new dawn is coming into your life… The question you need to ask yourself, is are you going to allow it to control you… Or will you step up and control it?”, he asked, as we made way toward the packhouse. My stomach was grumbling, and I o
Dragana POVWatching both of them getting ready to go to Yamuna, to risk their lives for Jasmine, tightened my heart and nearly made me breathless. The weight of what I asked of them weighed heavy on me, and while I appreciated their bravado and their honor in making sure that I understood that none of this was my fault, none my responsibility, deep down I knew better. I also knew that no matter what, I could not choose between them. I knew in my heart that I loved Roman, in spite of all the past, in spite of fear that he would never see me as an equal, never see me as somebody worthy. Many years of solitude within the pack, many years of cold shoulder and downright emotional abuse, did not disappear simply because he confessed his love. I did not know if they ever would and if I ever would fully make peace with this. However, right now, at this moment, as we stood there, on the cusp of change and on the cusp of their departure, I could not allow such a burden to be placed on either o
Roman POV“Yamuna River…..” I heard Solomon’s strong voice echoing around our odd gathered group, snapping me from my thoughts of my night with Dragana and her revelation of truly being my mate. I was ecstatic and apprehensive all at the same time, as even though Aisha and Caleb had acknowledged and recognized each other, Dragana did not accept me, nor did we mate, nor was she marked. I did not know how to feel about it all, but one thing was certain. At least I was not crazy, well, not as crazy as everyone thought anyway. I knew I had seen the beautiful white wolf; Caleb and I knew she was our mate. What sorcery Alice was playing at and why to fake mate bond, I did not know. Both Dragana and I also thought that perhaps there would be a possibility of her being an unwilling victim of a larger force at play. We had a plan. A plan I was going to discuss with Art and Gamma Aldar when I returned. Dragana had promised to discuss this with Solomon and the Slavic Coven, her uncle, Lord Samue
Roman POVWe made an odd crowd standing under the blue-blooming tree. Dragana, Lady Asma, Lord Samuel, King Solomon, Art, and I. Odd crowd indeed. It was the early morning hours and we only had two days left until we had to return with the Blessed Blade, the only way to save Lady Jasmine from certain death. Dragana stood there stoically in a white gown that in the morning sun made her look etheric. Her silver, sparkling eyes stood out more than usual and I could see a gentle smile whenever she gazed at Art or myself. I had a lot of emotions raging within me, a lot that I was trying to understand after my night with her.Flashback*****************I had to know. I had to ask her, even though somehow, inexplicably, even though she claimed I meant nothing to her, I could feel that she was lying. I knew that her body melted into mine as I had into her, a feeling unlike any other in my life. I knew she felt it, I knew she felt some type of a deeper connection. I could see I had put her on