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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: LAMENTATIONS OF A PREGNANT LYCAN
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The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: DECEIT
Arkan's POVThe house always seems to hold its breath whenever I come around. There is particularly stillness that falls upon it due to my presence. Urelle says I give off a specific aura… I wonder if that's true. Tonight is no different.I tell myself I am here because I have to be.To check if my heir is doing okay.Not because her absence has begun to itch under my skin. Not because the broken bond still stretches its thin, strained, hands around my heart. Not because my heart still somehow beats for this woman.Fuck! When the hell did everything get so complicated?I had my plans. It was all going according to plan. Then, she came around. Never in my existence would I have thought I would get a mate. The blood on my hands flow from millenniums. There is a reason the gods label me the dark soul. Who the fuck gave them the idea that giving me a mate would change me?It almost did. For a second, I considered giving it all up; stopping the march and finally resting… for a second.Nic
The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE BRAVEST DECOY
Evelyn's POV:The first sound I notice is the music. The palace is too loud for a place built on secrets.Even hidden behind magic, I can hear it, the thrum of drums, the swell of voices, the distant howl that marks the beginning of the mating ceremony. It slides through the walls like smoke, vibrating through the floor beneath my bare feet. The mating ceremony.The sound carries through the wards like a taunt, like the palace refuses to let me forget what tonight was.I press my palm to my stomach, standing still as a wave of nausea washes over me.Four months.Only four, yet my body already feels like borrowed land, restless, aching, alive in ways I have never learnt to control. The baby shifts again, slow and heavy, as if it can feel the music too.“I know,” I murmur, rubbing my belly slowly. “I hear it.”Pip hovers near the ceiling beam, unusually quiet. Her wings trembles, shedding a faint shimmer of silver dust. She has been like this all evening; alert, sharp, pacing the air t
The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: PROMISES OF FREEDOM
Evelyn’s POV I haven't seen Urelle in a while. Mireya, the witch that checked up on me before, keeps coming once every three days to check on the baby. She's younger than Urelle, softer in a way the old bitch can never be.Mireya doesn’t expect me to be waiting when she walks through the door. That is the first mistake she makes.The witch doesn’t expect me to be waiting.That is the first mistake she makes.She enters the small sitting room just after dusk, her steps slowing the moment she sees me. Not fear… yet. I rise slowly from the chair.Pip remains hidden, tucked beneath my shawl, still and silent in a way that would frighten anyone who knew her.“You sent for me,” Mireya says, stopping just inside the doorway. She is right. I did ask for her which is deviating from the normal routine of her coming to me. But, time is running out and this is one of the last pieces that needs to fall in place for the escape.“You shouldn’t be pacing,” she murmurs. “It agitates the child.”I t
The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: THE ONE WHO APOLOGIES
Evelyn's POV Pip hasn't really spoken to me since Wren snuck her in. We seem to have come to some sort of quiet agreement of giving each other space but I've stayed more than three months without seeing her… I don't want to give her space. I miss my best friend. I agree that she was right and I should have probably listened to her about Arkan and my entire homewrecking escapade.Whoooshhhhh! What to do, what to do?She is perched on the high beam near the ceiling, pretending to groom her wings while very obviously watching me pace the length of the room. I let her. I’ve learned that pushing Pip never works; she comes around on her own terms or not at all.I let out a sigh as I pause to stand underneath her. I take back my words, I'm not waiting for her to come to me. The silence is stabbing. I can’t take it anymore. “Say something….” I plead. “I'm sorry, okay. Gosh… sorry is too small of a word. I messed up. I should have listened to you, but I was stupid and you have every reason
The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: DEATH TO THE ARCHITECT
Evelyn’s POV I feel him before I see him.The house knows first.The air tightens, the way it does when the ward is disturbed by something. It confirms the thought that has been churning in my mind, Arkan is ancient… Something not normal. The baby shifts uneasily inside me. I sit upright in the chair by the window, my hands resting on my stomach.“Easy,” I murmur. “I know.”Pip appears on the windowsill, wings stiff. “He’s here.”“I know,” I repeat.Pip goes to hide in the closet and I plead with the goddess not to let him detect her presence. I smooth my hands over my dress, though there is no one to impress. I stay where I am, seated near the window, spine straight. I will not rise for him. I will not rush to meet him halfway… even though my entire being longs to be in his arms.I guess rejection doesn't obliterate the mate bond. The door opens without ceremony.Arkan steps inside.He looks almost gentle.No crown. No armor. His hair is tied back simply, his sleeves unrolled, h
The Mad King's Mate CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: THE BABY KNOWS
Evelyn's POVNoon is the worst time of day.The sun hangs high and cruel, burning through the thin clouds and pressing down on everything beneath it. It's hot, sweltering and so not for me. I swear Urelle has the ability to change the temperature and weather within the wards. I'm starting to think my suffering gets her high because the weather always seems to be on the extreme. EVERY. DAMN. TIME.I pace the narrow path that circles the garden.Back and forth.Back and forth.I thought being out here would calm the storm brewing within me, but it seems that I was wrong. I barely make it another step when the pain hits.It isn't the soft ones that fumble your insides a little bit. No…. It spears through me, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from my lungs. Gasping, I brace myself against the low stone wall that borders the path, knees threatening to buckle.“Not now,” I whisper through clenched teeth. “Please.”The pain answers by tightening.It feels like something inside me is tw
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