"Yes. And roses, please," Cade said, running a hand through his hair. "Aah, the future Queen doesn't like roses. It's a beautiful flower, but she hates them. She likes these wild peonies," Edward answered, picking them out. Cade frowned. She did? She definitely surprised him. "Have you met her?" he asked, and Edward nodded. "She's a kind she-wolf, your majesty. She's like a rose but with the humility of peonies," Edward said, handing him a bunch. Cade smiled, thanking him as he hurried to walk to her room. He hoped Zehra's gentle peony soul could try forgiving him. Cade frowned when he saw no guards that should be guarding outside. Why were there no guards? Where are they?Opening the door, the sight in front of him enraged him. A man on top of Zehra and other men surrounding like a freakish pervert and watching his Zehra! Cade's grip on the peonies became tight until his knuckles were white, and the fragile peonies bent down, giving in to his brutal grip. He shifted into his
"I'll stay here," Cade huffed, and Eadric nodded, leading him to the big sofa set on the side. The doctor immediately set to work, cleaning his now-opened wound and stitching it up again. The master entered shortly after with his kit. He was old, but he was among the best masters in the entire kingdom, equipped with a keen sense of smell and sight. Cade didn't believe in any herbal medicine alone. But he believes in poison, just like the deadly Wolfsbane. Cade can ingest large portions of Wolfsbane, which wouldn't affect it. His people would wonder why those deadly substances weren't affecting him. And Cade would only shut his mouth, keeping his secret alone. The maestro sat next to Zehra and mixed a few herbs in his drink. "What was the last thing she ate or drank?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing. "I brought her milk…like I-I do every night with honey," Ember spoke, her voice trembling as she fearfully glanced at Cade once. Cade gritted his teeth. "The drug given to her
"What are you doing out of bed?" The voice asked, concerned as Zehra peeked up at the man. She felt his hand pull back from her lips as she looked down, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. For a moment, she had been scared to death he was those same men who tried to rape her. Zehra shuddered at the memory. The man was Argus. "I wanted to get some water," she spoke, hugging herself. Argus looked down at her. She looked so vulnerable and fragile right now; he felt like hugging her close, kissing her- doing anything to make her feel alright. "I'll get it for you then. You shouldn't be out here alone; how's your fever?" Argus asked as he walked over to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. Zehra watched him."I don't know, but I feel alright now," Zehra replied, taking the glass from him as she drank it one big gulp. She didn't realize just how thirsty she was. Argus smiled as he took the glass from her. "More?" he asked, and she shook her head. "No, and thank you."Argu
The moon shone brightly tonight. A blue moon shone down on the Northlander werewolves' castle: the ground, the Northlander wolves' castle, and even the vast forest illuminated by its powerful rays. The moon becomes blue once a year, and every wolf loves it. They would love to stare at it and howl a song that only the moon will understand.Zehra, the princess of the Northlander kingdom, would love to do that, but tonight is not an ordinary night. She could see wolves on all fours running towards the dark part of Tempest Forest, the part that no wolves ever tried to explore. Her heart dropped, knowing some of them would never leave the forest alive. In the distance, she could hear the cries of widowed women and children asking for their parents. Naher bubbled inside her, just thinking of the man behind it. How could someone be selfish and cruel? He was killing so many for what? Just to claim someone who doesn't mean to be with him. She can't take it anymore. It has to be stopped. Zeh
A half-naked man was standing beside the bonfire, waiting for something. He has been attacking the kingdom that promised to give him the woman he wanted and has been waiting for years. The first time he laid his eyes on her when she was still a little girl, he knew she was the one. And she will be hers no matter what happens. He knew because he had a grasp of the war. They were literally walking machines, real warriors. "Keep the South warriors going to keep any help from the other kingdom. At five in the morning, let the North force continue the attack and drive their force out of the forest," he said. "Your majesty."He heard a voice."A messenger from Northlander has arrived," one of his warriors said. His heartbeat rose; he knew the King must have given up and would hand the princess to him. "Bring him forth," he replied. The wolf shifted into his human form and read the scroll in his mouth when he approached the King. "I, King Orion of the Northlander asking for your apolo
"We can run away, come on…You and me. We'll go far away. Let's escape this forest or possibly stay with the human settlement."Keeran's voice ached with pain as he begged for her to agree. It was tempting for Zehra if she only was selfish, but no, she couldn't run away. As a princess, she cannot risk her people or her family's life. She has to sacrifice to save everyone. "I'm sorry, Keeran. I wish I could go and leave all these unfortunate circumstances, but no, I can't. I have to save my people and family's life."Zehra's words took Keeran aback. She couldn't believe she refused him and chose the path of damnation. "Zhera, you must-"A soft knock on the door made him stop talking. Ember went in wearing a black maid uniform; her face was serious, and she nodded at Zehra. "It's time to go, Princess."Zehra pulled away from Keeran and wrapped her head with her gold scarf, covering her white hair, which she tied into a bun earlier. This was it. Zehra closed her eyes, trying to block
Cade's grip tightened on Zehra's chin, his fingers painfully pressing on her skin as she tried her best to seem unfazed by it. Zehra expected him to yell, hit, or even hurt her, but his face remained expressionless. She noticed how he had one of those most beautiful faces she had ever seen, with a strong jawline, matching plump lips, and eyes darker than a night with specs of gold; girls probably flocked at him. His lips curled, and he let out a cold laugh, letting her chin go. Zehra stood there, her face scrunching up in disgust for him. "So brave little rabbit," Cade remarked, his eyes looking at her with an intense glare that made her uncomfortable. She was dressed in a big black dress called an abaya to conceal her body curve, which was a tradition in her homeland for unmated females. She made sure she had her hair tucked in her scarf, and there was no way he could see some of her strands. "I'm not a little rabbit," she spats back, her eyes glaring at him, making his lips curl
Zehra flinched when she heard what Cade said. She knew he was serious based on his tune. This beast was something her kingdom couldn't handle, she knew the obvious, and she stood up, wiped her tears, and started to walk away from Tyga. Tyga looked helplessly as he watched her sister walk away from him, returning to Cade. "Zehra! No! You can't do this!" She wanted to be selfish and return but knew Cade was serious. She had seen it. He always meant business. Cade smirked and gave Tyga a triumphant smirk before gripping her arm tightly. "Free the runt and take him away back to their kingdom," he ordered one of his men before tugging Zhera into his tent, away from the comfort of love she knew. "Zehra, no! Think about your mate! Cade is not your mate! Think about your happiness!" Tyga screamed while two warriors took him away after freeing him from his cell. "Zehra!!!!!!" Even though Zehra's heart was broken when he heard her brother screaming her name, she already made up her mind.