EVANORA’S POV A smile appeared on my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was finally the day. The day I spent the past week counting down to. The day I’d been anticipating ever since I realized I was in love with Blade. It was finally my wedding day I was dressed in a white gown, a bouquet of red roses in my hands. My hair was styled prettily, my makeup was done perfectly and I knew I looked beautiful. I could only imagine how dashing Blade was going to look in the suit we had chosen together, the image of both of us standing close to each other playing in my mind and having my smile even wider.The past few days had been hectic with literally the whole coven preparing for my wedding alongside me. Wolves from Blade’s pack had also freely entered our coven and vice versa, everyone is happy.My dad for one seemed the happiest. He actively took part in the preparations for the wedding as he was always busy around. A lot had to be done and a lot had to be changed too a
BLADE’S POV“Evanora!” My yell was the loudest it had ever been as I rushed towards her, watching her slump onto the ground. No, no. I shook my head. It couldn’t be happening. I felt my whole world shatter to the ground as she slumped in front of me. We were about to get married. We were about to go through the last ritual so it made no sense she was suddenly shot by an arrow.“Evanora,” I cried out to her, holding her close to me. I stared at her in horror, watching blood pour off her chest. Whoever shot her must have practiced well enough as the arrow hit her right by her heart. “No, Evanora. Please stay with me.”The whole crowd was thrown into a frenzy. It was too terrifying to be true. Not only had someone dared to shoot the princess, but they had also dared to do it at t her wedding. Holding her close to me, I was suddenly consumed by rage. How dare whoever it was trying to hurt her? Swearing on my life, I vowed silently to find whoever it was and have him or have to feel th
BLADE’S POVWe literally ran back to the palace, the same thing evidently on both of our minds. Evanora. My Evanora. I couldn’t afford to lose her. I just couldn’t. Silently praying as I ran, I recalled the arrow hitting her right by her heart. Fear gripped me at the thought of her not being fine. She needed to stay strong. I needed her to. My breathing became heavier as I ran. Oddly, the palace seemed to be longer as after what seemed to be hours of running, we still hadn’t gotten there. After seeming like forever, we finally arrived at the palace. Side by side, we rushed towards the garden the ceremony was being held. Tearing through the crowd as we got there, we rushed towards the podium to see Evanora was no longer there. “Where’s she?!” I and the king asked in unison, the fear and worry evident in our voices. “Where is she?” “She’s in one of the tents with the witch.” Mumbling our thanks, we rushed towards the tent pointed at. Taking the lead, I ran and on getting to the
Three weeks later… “Evanora, would you at least have breakfast before you leave?” “For the hundredth time, dad, I can’t,” I replied my dad with a sigh. “I’ve spent a whole week here already. I need to return home.” Home. I smiled as the words escaped my lips. I could finally call Blade’s pack my home. I could finally proudly call myself a member of their pack. Not just as a regular member but as the Luna. I spent the past few weeks after our marriage shuffling between his pack and our coven. It was just as hectic as we imagined as I was constantly needed as Luna and at the same time, the vampire princess. The past week was the most hectic as I had to spend the whole week at our coven. There were tons of events I had to attend, and tons of matters to address and they just kept on increasing, everyone forgetting I was to be on my honeymoon after getting married in not the smoothest manner to the love of my life. It was finally going to pause though as after spending a week alone
EVANORA’S POV: It was funny how the strangest of places could bring you a sense of peace you never knew that you lacked. With the light breeze blowing through the forest and the sweet chirping of birds, I sang to my heart’s fulfillment a melody that I knew too well. Afterall, my mum had drilled these lyrics into me while growing. As the music poured out straight from my soul, my chest felt heavy. Maybe because everything about this particular song reminded me of my dead mother. Her face. Her voice. Her laughter. Her last words to me. ‘My brave little girl, Evanora. My angel.’ She’d died when I was just 16 and that was all it took to break the last fragment of my life that still made sense. I believe that was when I had my first taste of this harsh reality. I was forced to work multiple jobs, pay endless bills and dedicate every last shred of my existence to just surviving. Sighing softly, I reached out to the locket on my neck that was a fond reminder of the life I shared wit
EVANORA’S POV:I woke up with a start, my heart thudding rapidly from the effects of a horrible nightmare. My eyes roamed the room I found myself in and the frenzy building was beyond suffocating.. However, the sight of the familiar vintage walls of my designated room in the Giovanni Castle returned my heart to a regular pace and my panic washed away.Oh, goodness. My hands reached out quickly for my neck and it was quite the surprise to feel no pain or blood oozing out of there. I let out a sweet breath of relief.It had all been a dream.A far too realistic dream.I brought my forehead down into my hand, soaking in everything I thought had happened. From the man who’d attacked me - the man who’d bitten me - to the handsome stranger who turned into a wolf. I couldn’t help it; I laughed out loud. What sort of nightmare was that? I actually felt like I was dying.It was crazy!I laughed some more, like a maniac on drugs. Perhaps I was amused by the fact that for a moment, I actually
FEW HOURS BEFOREBLADE’S POV:Fuck!Those words invaded my mind the second my eyes snapped open. They moved on their own accord to the source of my building arousal and unrivaled pleasure.Down by my groin, the familiar strawberry blonde curls of Natalie - my personal maid - came to view with her pink lips wrapped generously around my cock. A wave of delicious shivers shot up my body, similar to the ones that had woken me up, as I watched this seductive woman suck on me with lust-filled dedication that showed that all she wanted in this blissful moment was to please me.As it should fucking be.I let out a guttural groan, swearing softly under my breath when Natalie plunged my cock deep into her tight throat before bringing it out and swirling her tongue in an erotic dance on its tip, then repeating the process of running the length down her throat - deeper than before.Fuck, she was a naughty little devil - just the way I loved my women.Natalie’s head suddenly sprang up, much to my
BLADE’S POV:In a blink, Natalie bolted right from underneath me, quickly reaching out to shield herself under the sheets. But nothing could possibly hide either her or myself from my mother’s wrath.Same as Natalie, I reached out to the sheets to cover up my huge erection that still ached to be back into my maid’s tight cunt, drilling away her sanity with each thrust.But irritation surged into me when I saw the disapproving glare on my mum’s face and realized that that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.I knew exactly what was coming next.“It’s barely 8am, Blade, and the first thing you do is bed your personal maid?” Her beautiful face, glowing with radiance beyond her age, was twisted into an angry scowl. She had raven black hair that was always tied into a neat bun and fierce blue eyes, which was evidence to the fact that she wasn’t an easy woman to crack. Her reign as former Luna of our pack was one that spoke of true power.However, it wouldn’t be the first time - nor