Adrian Moretti.“I’m sorry, but you can’ see the Prince at the moment. He’s currently…occupied.” Caleb’s voice came from the other end of the door, fending off the visitor there. A moan came from the room, confirming his words. A high pitched voice, belonging to one of the harems as she moaned my name. “Oh, Prince Adrian! Yeah…just like that, yeah…right there, Oh My!” A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I carried on with my current task at hand, pushing myself further, slowly making my way towards my reach, my breathing heavy. One after the other, I hastened my action. Just a few seconds…I’m nearly there. Another moan came from the harem, matching my speed, her voice becoming louder I’m certain everyone within that mile radius could hear her. “Oh, yes, I’m close, I’m so close!” Silence ensued from the other side of the room, before the voice of the unwelcomed guest came. “It appears so.” Klaus’s gruff voice came, not holding any suspicion or anything. He tried to keep his tone monoton
Adrian Moretti.“WHY IS THERE NO SIGN OF HER ANYWHERE? DAMMIT!” My hand that was curled into a fist collided with the nearby tree, making a hole appear in it, following the imprint of my fist. I didn’t stop there, there was too much frustration running through my mind, too much pent up anger that propelled me to keep punching the tree, making more holes appear in it. The tree shook, making birds fly away, their chirps filling the area of the forest we’re currently in, leaving it eerily silent save for the heavy breaths of a frustrated wolf—of me. Despite the pain shooting through my hand, I didn’t stop until a voice came from behind, a hand going to rest on my arm and pulling me back with a jerk. “Enough, Adrian.” Caleb’s voice was firm, though laced with a bit of anger as well. Is his anger directed towards me or the situation? I have no idea. Perhaps, both even? He’s been saner than I’ve been, which makes sense since he isn’t the one whose mate has been missing for days with no sig
Adrian Moretti.“Would you rather she dies then, than to leave her alone? Think about it, Adrian. Think about the pain you’d be in if she dies.” I shook my head, unwilling to even fathom the thought. I know she’s alive. Though we haven’t mated, Zeik, my wolf, could still feel hers. She’s alive, somewhere. And that’s the only thought keeping me sane. That she’s alive. I’ll chose that for her over anything.” “—you haven’t been in the castle for days, Adrian, rummaging the forests in search for her. Come back, the King has been asking for you. Don’t let him get a whiff of this, he’ll use it against you and her.” I hate that he’s right, I hate that he’s always the one with the clear mind to assess the situation. “I’ll have some of your Shadow Guards out to look for her. In the meantime, please return to the Castle. Please, Adrian.” I didn’t fully grasp what Caleb meant then, and even if I did, I chose not to believe it, still headstrong on the believe that only I could save my mate and
Camila Castello.Perhaps, it was stupid of me to trust Cassain, the Vampire King and plead him to provide protection for me in his Kingdom, especially not in a place where I’d be surrounded by blood thirsty vampires whose favorite blood is that from a person. But, I’d rather take my chances with that, and put my trust in Maya who said he won’t do me any harm, for the sake of my child. Somehow, he paid heed to pleading, I don’t know how, but he listened to my pleas and actually took me in. He didn’t ask any further questions on what happened or why I’m on the run, nor did I ask questions as to why he was there on Wolf lands when he’s rumored to never leave his castle. Following that, very few words were exchanged between us. Starting with him catching an animal on me to feed on to satiate my hunger, he carried on our little trip to his Kingdom. It’s far from the Werewolf Kingdom, and even in wolf form, it would take one months—around two to do so. But, Werewolf speed stands nothing a
7 YEARS LATER.Camila Castello. I take it back. Cassain Gregory is a ruthless son of a bitch. My body went flying across the field like a ragdoll, my back hitting the bark of a tree and the breath in me got knocked out for that brief second, a hand wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting air supply though not enough to kill me, but enough to make me surrender or at least, show who has triumphed. Those all too familiar red irises met mine, amusement twinkling in them while the corners of his lips tiled upwards into a small, victorious smile. “I win.” Cassain declared, before pulling his hands off my neck, allowing me to drop on the floor. Unlike before though, I didn’t fall on my back. Rather, I fell on one leg and one knee, which is an improvement on my part as I coughed, trying to regain my normal breathing. My eyes burnt slightly from unshed tears, wired along with the cut off source of air, but I blinked them back. I flicked my head up, my eyes narrowed in slits at the man sta
Camila Castello.“Luna!” I got down on my knees, just in time my daughter came bouncing into my open, and awaiting arms. The moment she was safely in my hold, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I placed my head on hers, taking a whiff of her scent that always calm me down, while her small arms wrapped around my neck. “My baby,” I cooed. Pulling back to keep her at arms-length, I playfully narrowed my eyes at her, “Tell me,” My hand went to her head, patting down the few tendrils that escaped the neat pigtails. “Have you been good to Uncle Salazar and Aunt Ria?” I asked, referring to Joana’s parents, whom have been acting as god parents to the little girl in my absence. Luna’s small lips slanted upwards into a mischievous smile as she feigned a look of thought. “Uhm…” She then bobbed her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping. “…maybe?” If possible, my eyes narrowed even more because her saying that only means she’s given the two a tough time—an action she’s way too
Camila Castello.Regardless of my earlier thought though, I’ve come to one conclusion. Cassain Gregory is a friend, not a foe. He’s spent seven years making me believe so. And I whole heartily do. And if there’s one thing I understood after spending seven years with them, then it’s that I may have gotten myself a new family—one that have accepted Luna and I despite not without qualms. Sure, it took Salazar a while to warm up to me, but in all fairness, I wasn’t expecting him nor the others to accept me with open arms. Sure, Vampires and Werewolves have a peace treaty, but it has only stand for so long because each stayed in their own territory, mingling only when extremely necessary. I’m honestly even surprised the King allowed Klaus to stay by his side all those years. Ria was more accepting, and has also helped me throughout my pregnancy—while Joana lit up our days with her sunny presence. She’s grown to be an elder sister to Luna, despite them not being related in any way. They
Camila Castello. Adrian Moretti on the same team as Klaus—I’d be stupid to not see what this means. Klaus, Late King’s right hand man and the same person on the same boat my packs’ massacre—the same person that spoke of sacrificing my child for whatever voodoo shit they had planned, on the same team as Adrian. I’d be honest with you—in these past seven years, I had considered giving him the benefit of doubt. The one I had my hatred most directed towards was The King, for I felt he’s the root of all the problems—he’s the evilest one and perhaps, Adrian and I were simply collateral damage. It doesn’t mean I don’t hate him as well. I just thought he’s a little bit better than the old man. I should’ve known better. For him to be on the same team as Klaus, there’s no denying it—perhaps, he’s the mastermind behind it all. And the knowledge that he’s the one my hatred should’ve been directed towards all the time rammed into me like a truck. It knocked the breath right out of me. “Are you