"Triston!" he had heard his mate yell out his name. Immediately, and without thinking, his head whipped around and he snapped his teeth at Damaris. She didn't budge, didn't show any sign of fear and Triston calmed a little.
"That is enough!" she said to him sternly. He growled at her in protest and turned back to Zina whimpering on the floor and in her mother's arm. She was bleeding from her mouth and Triston looked down at his arm which she had bitten, there was a tooth embeded in it. With his other hand, he held the tooth in between two claws and then transformed into his human self with a chuckle. "Your new found title of being the Alpha Prince's mate has gotten so deep into your head," Triston said to Zina, but kept his eyes on her tooth in his hand, "I will keep this as a souvenier, and let that pain be a reminder to you of who I am." "I promise you," Zina said to him, bitterness and hate in her eyes and voice, "I will make you pay for this!" In a flash, he transformed into his wolf, seized Damaris up from the floor and threw her on his back, giving her very little time to adjust and hold on to him, before dashing out of the house, his Delta and Betas following closely and fast behind him. Damaris held on to him like her life depended on it, grabbing a hold of his fur with her body pressed flat against him. She saw he was racing towards the forest and she spoke to him through her wolf and in her mind. "Where are you going?" "Back to Elyria." he replied curtly and sped up. "Elyria?" fear came into her heart. Everyone knew about the rivalry that had been going on between the two kingdoms, and although she knew she wouldn't be safe here anymore, but would she be any safer in Elyria, moreover, she was leaving something behind. Someone... "Wait!" she said to him in her thoughts just as he broke into the forest, "We have to go back!" Triston ignored her and ran on ahead, past trees and over exposed tree roots. He was careful to go very low underneath branches for Damaris' sake, but the girl would not stop screaming at his wolf, and when he would not listen to her inside voice, she started shouting out loud. "Triston stop!" she screamed, "We have to go back! We have to go back now!" The forest was a large one and some deeper parts of it served as the border between Nyxoria and Elyria, at his speed, they reached and crossed the border in no time. Everyone, when they came of age could feel when they had crossed it, it was like an invisible wall of force field, and had a mild sucking effect when one crossed. Damaris thought to let go of him then, but at his speed, if she fell off, she could really injure herself, slamming hard and rolling over the uneven and debri filled floor of the forest. She gritted her teeth and remained quiet, pressing her body tightly against his back. As soon as they cleared the forest and came out the other side to Elyria, they stopped and Damaris, without wasting time, slid off his back. Triston transformed back into his human form and Damaris, fueled by anger, transformed quickly into her wolf form. She barked angrily at Triston who was startled by her sudden behaviour and tripped, landing on the ground. She charged at him, snapping her jaw and baring her teeth as she loomed over him. The others with Triston, still in their wolf forms made to attack Damaris but Triston held out a hand to stop them. Damaris would never hurt him, no matter how angry she was. She held his gaze for a while as she heaved in and out in anger, and then just as suddenly as she had attacked him, she transformed into her human self. "I told you to stop!" she yelled at him, "I told you we had to go back!" "Go back to what?" Triston was surprisingly calm in replying her. He chose to remain seated on the ground and just looked up at Damaris, "You can no longer be safe in Nyxoria." "And I will be safer here?!" she charged at him again, "With what is going on between the two kingdoms, do you really think I will be safe here, Triston?" "Yes, you will," he frowned, "You are with me and you are my mate, so yes, you will be safe." "And what about my sister?" Triston narrowed his eyes and tilted his head at her in confusion, "What about her?" "Excatly, Triston!" she yelled and kicked into the dirt, "What about her?! You are so stubborn and tight headed to listen to me! Why did you think I kept screaming at you to stop! Did you think i didn't have a reason? You just..." She went on and on and he just watched her, a smile slowly growing on his face. Triston had never had the opportunity to see Damaris get angry like this. She had come off as a quiet and reserved girl that had no complaints about anything, even if it was not to her favour. Seeing her like this was just as surprising as it was oddly pleasing. "If only you had listened to me, you would have realized that my sister was not there with us!" she yelled on, "She's back in that house! And if Zina finds her..." "We will go back for her..." Triston said calmly and made to stand up from the ground. "No!" Damaris yelled out again and Triston's eyes shot up to her. He frowned and she continued with a finger poking against her chest, "I will go back for her!" And with that, she transformed into her wolf and dashed back into the forest, heading back to Nyxoria and to that house to get her sister before Zina and her mother would find her where she was hiding."How dare they expect me to be comfortable sending my only daughter to another kingdom over some stupid treat condition!"Lady Ophni's voice echoed through the castle's corridors as she stomped u the stairs, her footsteps heavy with indignation and pounding out a furious rhythm. Alpha Ardon followed closely behind her, his expression was calm but concerned. The letter from Nyxoria had arrived earlier that day, bringing news that none of them had been prepared for. The proposed treaty condition was clear and straight forward: in the interest to forge and solidify the fragile peace between the two kingdoms, they were to exchange one member of the royal family, that way, the peace formed between the two kingdoms would be secured.Lady Ophni's fury was palpable as she reached the top of the stairs, made her way down the hall and to their quarters and pushed the door open. Knowing her husband was behind her, she spun to face him, "My child sent away to a foreign land is a prospect I will n
"What does that mean for you?" he had asked with his eye brows furrowed into a deep frown. He knew what that meant as the weight of his father's words sank in, but he still needed a little bit of clarity. "Ever since your mother passed away, I have chosen to remain unmated," he explained as his eyes clouded over, "I knew the consequences, what it would cost me, but I had to focus on raising you." Triston was stunned into silence, his face was a mask of calm but his eyes betrayed his turmoil. His mind was still reeling from the revelation and he struggled to find a response. His father had just told him that he was dying and there was nothing that could be done about it. Or was there? "You can still find a mate," desperation crept in as he spoke. It did not show in his voice as he had masked it well, but it was evident in his eyes. Alpha Ardon's laughter was like a low rumbling sound. He choked, coughed and then continued laughing, "How old am I, Triston?" he asked with a chuckle a
They had called all the physicians they could call in Elyria but Alpha Ardon had turned them all away, saying that he only needed to rest a while to get his health back. Triston had never known his father to have a health issue, he had always been so rigid, like a pillar of strength, so when he had been told that his father had slumped suddenly, it had sent him into a panic. He had abandoned everything he had been doing without hesitation and as he ran all the way up to his fathers' quarters, his mind was filled with the worse case scenarios, his concern for his father's condition driving him to hurry. When he finally arrived the chambers, he was out of breath, his heart racing with worry. He was met with an eerie silence, the only sound was the soft rustling of the curtains in the breeze.Alpha Ardon laid in bed, supported by a stack of pillows that seemed to be holding him upright, providing more than just physical support. Despite his weakened state, he did not look like a man on
Reyes went back to the exact same spot he had been standing on the veranda after he had left the meeting room. His gaze was piercing as he gazed out to the forest and his frown remained, a testament to his deep contemplation. Although he seemed distracted, he was actuely aware of Dathan's presence beside him, waiting for him to say something because he knew his Delta had something eating him up on the inside concerning his declaration earlier. His move to lunch an attack on Elyria had been fueled by the need to and by his own personal reasons, his deep seated hatred for Triston for the death of his sister, Maya. He had predicted her death even before then and he had vene come to terms that sometimes some things or some people would have to be sacrificed for the greater good, to achieve a greater purpose and he had even counted his sister as one of such persons, but when it had come down to that and he had watched her die in his arms, he came to the realization that he actualy would n
His wolf's voice echoed in his mind, whispering a single word that sparked a maelstorm of emotions."Mate..."He stood on the veranda overlooking the courtyard with his gaze fixed on the stone railing as his thoughts churned and his mind wandered. Hours had passed since they had returned from the forest and the sun was still rising, casting a warm glow over the lndscape, yet he had been pacing this spot, lost in thoughts.His hands were clasped behind his back, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm as he struggled to make sense of his wolf's claim."Mate?" he whispered to himself, a frown etched across his eyebrows, "Of all the impoddible nonsense that could confuse me..." his words trailed off, leaving the question unanswered and hanging in the air.He was mated to Zina, bound by a committment that could not easily be broken. The idea of being mated to another was an unthinkable fantasy, a mythical notion with no basis in reality, and yet his wolf had sensed something different, somethi
"Is it possible for someone to steal another person's scent?"Ivone's question hung in the air, a perculiar look on her face as she asked Triston. The silence between them had been uncomfortable but her sudden question had shattered the tranquility. The query seemed to have come out of nowhere and Triston's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her face, his eyes locking onto hers with an unspoken question.It had been almost an hour since her emotional outburst and hse had been quiet, lost in thoughts. He had been watching her, trying to guage her mood. She sat up in bed, propped against a stack of pillows, the near empty plates on the food tray testement to her having eaten. His gaze lingered on her half eaten meal before returning to her face. His expression was thoughtful, his eyes crankling at the corner and searching her expression for clues, trying to decipher the meaning behind her question and about what had prompted her to ask."What makes you ask that?" he paused, his eyes
Ivone's eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm golden light that spilled into the room like honey through the open windows took her a while to adjust to as they danced around, casting a gentle glow on her features. She lay still, her foggy gaze drifting lazily around the slightly familiar space as she struggled to grasp the fragmented memories that lingered in her mind like wisps of smoke. Her thoughts were foggy, like they were shrouded in a blanket of thick mist, her recollection was disjointed and her memories seemed to hover just out of reach.As she stirred, attempting to sit up, a gentle pressure on her hand drew her attention. She turned her head to the side only to see Triston, slumped beside her. He sat on a low stool with his head restig against the mattress. His hands craddled hers, holding them protectively as if guarding a precious treasure. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed, his breathing slow and peaceful and his features softened in sleep. For a moment, Ivone's hear
Reyes' transfomation into his wolf was lightening fast, the animal's dark fur covered his growing body in the same instant as when lightening flashed above their heads, catching Triston off guard. With barely enough time to react, Triston shifted into his own wolf form, his instincts kicking in to defend against the blow that was coming from Reyes as they both clashed in a fury of teeth and claws. The forest echoed with their snarls and barks and growls, complimenting and blending into the storm that raged around them. Admist the chaos, Triston's throught strayed to Ivone as his mind was torn between focusing on the battle and his concern for her as she laid motionless in the wagon. He had noticed the blood that slipped down the sides of the wagon even as the rain drenched it and he wondered if that was blood from their previous kill or blood from Ivone. A blow to the side of his head brought him back to the fight, but he delibrately held back, choosing to defend himself than lunch
The wagon she had been placed in was devoid of any sheltering canopy, exposing her to the rain that continued to pour down, pattering against her skin like chorus of restless fingers, drumming rhythmically as it sipped through and into her wound, mixing with the blood that pooled out of her from her the stab wounds. As she laid there, weak from the drug effect and dying from the stab injury, her gaze locked on to Reyes who sat astride his horse riding beside her, his piercing gaze fixed on some point ahead as they made their way through the forest heading out. She watched him with a mix of wariness and curiosity, her mind reeling from the irony of his behaviour mere moments ago. With his words, he had condemned her to death and now he was taking her to the Nyxorian castle to have her treated for her wounds. The contradiction churned in her mind like a tempest and she could not help but wonder what ulterior motives drove him and what her fate would be if she were to be taken to the c