The stay was a brief one at Barbara’s and she didn’t even get much time to spend with her mate, although she wouldn’t know what to say even if they spent time alone. Tomoe didn’t give any inkling about what she did while she was outside, but Serena was sceptical. She stayed silent nonetheless because that was safe. Barbara had warned her to be wary of her. Dorian wanted to drive her back in the car, but Tomoe refused to take him with them.
“That won’t be necessary,” she had said, her face blank as always.
While going back, the silence felt even more depressing than before. It was one thing to know Dorian was there, but an entirely different one that she was alone. This thought struck her hard. She didn’t know why she unintentionally depended on Dorian and when had she started calling him by his first name?
let's see what Dorian's grandpa has to say ;)
Dorian immediately stood up and greeted him. Alexander King was a force to be reckoned with even when winter had started leaving its footprints in his life. Dorian respected him despite being a little resentful at what happened to his father. But he knew that his grandfather had grieved in his own way. And yet.“Why the sudden visit?” he asked. The door closed with a creak as Kyle took his leave. Alpha Alexander looked slightly worried, more greys had appeared in his hair than the last time they had met. His brow creased as he let out a heavy sigh and Dorian almost feared if he was a bearer of bad news, but nothing worse could happen other than what he was going through, had gone through.“Ian, I want you to do something for me,” he murmured, his gaze weary. Dorian settled for a curt nod. His grandfather
Dorian massaged his temples as he came out of the bedroom. After the nightmare, he couldn’t close his eyes, plagued by an irrational fear that the moment he did, the nightmares would rush back.Kyle found his alpha hunched on the breakfast bar, stirring something in the bowl absentmindedly. He silently placed a carrier bag on the countertop. “Couldn’t sleep last night?” His brows furrowed when the alpha looked up, a little startled. His eyes were red and there were smudges of sleeplessness under his eyes. Dorian grunted before his gaze swivelled to the bag.“Viviane sent some soup,” Kyle answered his unasked question.“Are you alright?” the beta queried reluctantly. Dorian huffed out a bitter chuckle. Was he a
“So the first set of alphabets usually talk about health and wealth. You might find a lot of humans out there reading runes and cleansing them and whatnot. But honestly practising divination isn’t easy and that is why we seers exist.” Sedona shook her head, her lips downturned as she stared at the white coral bowl which contained moon water. Serena’s interest piqued as she listened to her teacher intently. She didn’t tell her about yesterday’s dream or vision, nor did she speak of the book or that her room was in a state of disarray. However, her bodyguard or what Tomoe liked to call herself had done a check-up of her room before they left this morning, which was odd. “How does one see a vision or how does one read the runic symbols? I mean, it’s clearly written here, but how do you know which one would tell you what?” she
As Serena slept, a small creature fluttered through the room, being careful not to wake her up. Tomorrow would be the chance to take the book. Now that they knew where it was. Yet, to be certain, they flew and easily penetrated the barrier of the closet door. Their beady eyes gleamed as they stared at the bag. Why did they find it here last time? As they fluttered closer, making sure to make the least sound, something within the bag glowed. Their eyes widened. The need to discover what was happening overwhelmed every other thought, but the moment they were close enough, they felt as if more than them closing in, something...some odd energy was pulling them. Fear gripped them like a tight noose around the neck and they tried to backtrack but to their horror, they couldn’t even turn back. The invisible rope pulled them
Dorian looked taken aback. Serena felt her cheeks flare. She hadn’t meant to reply so quickly, but when he suddenly said that his grandfather wanted him to choose a mate, something in her protested, something dark twisted her guts, but then he asked to be his mate and the book flashed across her mind. Wouldn’t the book be safer if it was out of anyone’s reach? “I mean…” she hurriedly tried to amend, vaguely moving her hands, “If you want. I mean…” She slumped back in her seat because she didn’t know what to seem desperate. For an odd reason, she thought only this person was true to her, which was bizarre because he had been secretive and had broken their bond in the first place. The burning sensation under the wristband which she had been wearing ever since the mark reappeared made her hiss. “What’s wrong?” Dorian’s p
Serena didn’t know what had come over her, but when her father...no the fae king agreed but made a show of wanting to send his daughter in a grand fashion, she felt doubt creep in her mind and then she saw the vision. A hand clutching her red hair and dragging her away...a faceless person shutting her into prison. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she blinked and stared at the fae king’s affronted look. She felt a hand around her waist. “What nonsense?” “What do you mean?” The fae king and Dorian simultaneously said. Serena felt herself tremble, but she clenched her hands into fists trying to remain calm as she replied, “You don’t plan to give me to Dorian.” This wasn’t a question and there was n
50| Son Meets His Mother Dorian couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe that the woman whom he thought was gone for good, is alive and currently inflicting pain to his mate. Kai let him take over. He was still high from creating havoc, anger still simmering and bubbling. “Leave her,” he growled. Grace recovered from her initial shock. Her lips tugged up. “It’s good to see you, son.” She spared a glance at the girl who was looking at them with shock. “Don’t call me that,” Dorian gritted. He hated that word, especially when it was uttered by this wretched woman. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her and his hand had shot out to grip her throat. He saw the palpable fear in her eyes and his lips curled into a sneer. “This is what you get from a son who turned feral.
Sedona hugged her when she heard the shortened version of what transpired after she went back. Serena allowed the hug, even though she stiffened when her arms wound around her shoulder. “I am so sorry,” the older woman whispered sympathetically. Serena felt numb all of a sudden. She felt more like the day she had fled from that horrible house, fled from being accused of witchcraft. The scent of incense and wood calmed her senses. Dorian had opted to stay outside. Serena hadn’t argued. She felt the weight of the book in her hand, the frayed cover of the book tethering her to reality. “Is this what you were talking about?” she asked and it was then that Sedona’s eyes fell on the book. Her reaction said it all. “How did you…?” Her gaze flickered from the book to its current owner.