☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I have to laugh. A long, hearty laugh. "You'll make me regret it? Now, isn't that something, love? I'd love to watch you do that. Would make me day." I admit, grinning at the red-faced princess.She's so easily provoked that it's my fun riling her up. She appears to be so angry that I'm surprised she doesn't attach both her hands to my neck, attempting to choke me while she wrings the oxygen out of me lungs."You make me want to hurt something." She mutters, shaking her head. I catch sight of a few strays from her hairdo from the movement of her head. With a flick of my fingers, I have the strands of her hair tucked into place behind her ear before I can stop myself. "Don't touch me!" She slaps my hand away, and I chuckle at her overreaction."Seems like you've forgotten that ye wished to visit the bathroom, darling. Are you no longer pressed?""Pressed? What the hell do you mean?""I'm merely asking if you don't feel the urge to go as you'd made yourself out to b
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My lips twitch. She humours me far too dearly, even when it’s not in her good nature. I could watch the Western princess for days and not be bored. The things she says, the things she does, are laughably too droll, so much that I have to berth myself in the present to not lose sight of their deeper meanings. I’d have missed the menace cloistered within her words if not so.“Sorry, but I don’t think I heard your words, love. Care to repeat them again?” I ask carefully, observing how her jade eyes scintillate as streams of the sun bounce off them. She might need this benefit of the doubt I’ve given, and I’m eager to know what her subsequent reaction will be.“I said,” she lours at me, her expression souring. “What if I wanted a divorce?”A good chance. I gave her a good chance, and she’s wasted it. She dared to defiantly repeat her threat a second time despite knowing the consequences of doing so. It’s baffling. Why’s she so nonchalant? Or is it that she’s playing ou
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾It’s quiet as I come to in my car. In the driver’s seat, to be specific. It takes some seconds to remember where I’m at, what has happened, what I’ve done. “Awake now?” Waves of velvet serve me the question I know is from the woman I’d tried to kill.“Yes,” I answer groggily. The back of my head still throbs, and a ghastly headache is about to split my skull in two. I reach for the rear of my crown, cutting through the wisps of hair scattered about, almost forming a barrier, and feel a plaster pasted against my head. No, not one. I touch the papery strips and count about five of them.“It was quite a hit.” She mutters, her cheeks whipped pink by an emotion I can’t identify. Is it embarrassment or regret? I expect the latter from her as she’d hit me harshly enough to kill a human. Then again, I did almost slit her throat with my claws. I stare hard at my hands, which have reverted to their form more humanlike to the eyes.“Was it?”“Yeah,” she blushes even harder,
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The giant bonfire crackles merrily, emanating sweet, seducing warmth that draws all present creatures to its wide, reaching flames. Its heat is so outspread that it teases me behind massive logs of wood and stone walls as if beckoning on me to make my entrance.Even more coaxing and impatient are the tensions that settle heavily on the shoulders of each werewolf, who are all quiescently rooted on carefully fashioned stools far from the fire. Watchful. Waiting.Little do they know that I’m as unready as any Luna could ever be. I wonder what will happen if I refuse to go out even after fixing myself and looking as presentable as a bride should be for her wedding.There’d likely be an uproar. Mikael might even march his way here to whisk me away like unwilling wives of old. I imagine he’d throw me over his back and clamber onto the stage where the ceremony will take place, making sure to chain me to his side.Knowing the Alpha, he’d probably revel in what he felt he s
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ They know where I am. By my scent, it would be a piece of cake for the weres to pinpoint my exact location, but they—men and women—dare not turn their eyes towards nor take a mere sniff in that direction. This moment is as delicate as fine glassware that could easily shatter into smithereens; it is this fragile short while before I finally become bound to Mikael and a part of his pack. His Luna. Before then, no male werewolf from the Guttenbrieg pack is allowed to set eyes on me unless they desire to challenge the Alpha for his woman. The females also do not have the permit to converse with me without Mikael’s permission, as it would be a sign of disrespect for the Alpha and his future Luna. These protocols are in place because I’m not Mikael’s mate. He will not mark me, as we’re not fated to each other. I can’t be a second half to his human or wolf entity. We won’t have to mate in human and wolf forms before the pack as a traditional mate to the Alpha is expec
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ He stands at the end of the pathway underneath a beautiful glass arch I’ve been apprised came into existence for the purpose of the wedding. I heave a sigh of despair, letting my shoulders sag, but straighten up when I remember I’m not alone behind the wooden barricade, demarcating the pavement from the carpeted pathway.Beside me, Maggie smiles encouragingly, then, as if on the voicing of an afterthought, gives me a huge hug. I hug her back just as tightly despite my initial surprise. “Thank you,” my whisper widens her lips in a generous smile, and I nod at her, the corners of my eyes crinkling before turning back to embark on my journey.A new sense of warmth fills me as soon as the fresh air hits me in the face. Assorted scents of flowers, herbs and spices follow just as swiftly, assaulting my nostrils, and I welcome them by breathing through my nose and a bit through my mouth. Soon, my senses are bombarded, and it feels like my brain is lagging due to sensory
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ It's too late to catch her. Her hand evades my clasp, and she falls to the ground with a thud that sends my heart into overdrive. Not even the deadliest of battles have demanded as much blood as is currently pumped through the vessels of my body. My lungs toil as I grasp oxygen, each gulp bleached white with my mounting terror. "What happened of her?" Rikal's question bears a tone that matches that of the thoughts darting around in my head. The problem is: I have not an answer. It had gone to a mess in a second. I watched her head furrow with confusion as she stared at the blood dribbling from her hand. Just after, she'd stiffened, and I'd identified the daze in her countenance. I called for her, but before I could order an act of the guards in station around the stage, she'd wobbled backwards and collapsed to the floor. "Saskia!" I cup her face with my right hand and, with my free one, drive tendrils of hair off her forehead. Her long lashes cast a shadow on
☽☽☽ MIKAEL'S POV ☾☾☾ "Yes," I wave at Joma's still form curved over the Luna. She did not need to ask my blessings before tending to Saskia. Kite, on the other hand, must as she's a wolf. And though we're married, Saskia has not officially become my Luna before my pack. "Check if it is alright to move her. It's not too cold here, but I'd prefer if she was sheltered." "Why, aren't you caring, Alpha Mikael? Did not know your heart of steel was actually cushioned with flesh." "Keep moving." I bare my teeth at her, attempting to be threatening by revealing my canines. She grins in return, likely as she's aware I'd not strike or lay a hand on her for an indiscretion so simple, and I think of severing her pay for a week. I'm a good deal certain my pack is the only one where the wolf doctor is paid for her services. Yet, she wields every chance she gets to take a dig at me with ferocity. "I am moving, Alpha." She asserts, springing up the stairs onto the stage. The direction of her foo