"Yes, baby sister, just like me," Damaris had replied to Ivone's question with a chuckle, but Ivone only frowned up at her.
"I'm not your baby sister," Ivone said, feeling less, "I'm your twin." "Youger twin sister equals baby sister," Damaris laughed, "Now let's look for your mate, all the while still trying to stay out of step mother's way..." "Why does the ceremony focus on the girls?" Ivone asked out of curiosity, "When the males get mated too." "That is because the males can only sense their mate when they come of age, hence them finding their mate is completely dependent on the girls..." "Mate," Ivone said in a whisper and her sister turned to her. "Did I just hear you say mate?" Ivone, as if shaken from a daze, slowly turned to her sister with an unsure nod. She blinked and shook her head to clear her thoughts but it came again, like a soft whisper dropping into her mind. "...mate..." "Ivone, are you sure?" she hesitated and came even closer to her sister, grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned into her ear, "...you cannot just say the word without actually feeling it..." "No..." Ivone said and broke free from her sister, weaving through the crowd towards the main area. "Ivy! Wait!" Damaris called her back, but she was gone. Ivone ran through the crowd, urged on by the resounding call she was hearing in her heart, "...mate... mate... mate..." and she, unknowingly, whispered it out as she ducked and weaved through the people, listening and feeling for the heart beat of her mate. "Mate," she said as she slammed into a hard chest, stopping with a grunt and a slight whine of pain. She held onto her head and looked up, right into the frowning eyes of Alpha Prince Reyes Thorold himself. He frowned down at her, by now, a few people had stopped to have their attention on the two. "Mate?" he asked, looking down at her in disgust. Ivone stared right at him, the beating heart of her mate was now close, so close she felt she could hear it beating right inside her head. Her own heart beat rapidly and for some strange reason, she seemed to be out of breath, like she had just ran a marathon. She was so consumed by the pull and the urge to find her mate that she had not noticed Zina whose arm was locked in with Prince Reyes' and her step mother standing right behind her daughter. The look her step mother gave her could bore a hole right through her and she should know that going back home, she would face a very severe punishment because she had not listened to her step mother and remained home. But no, none of that crossed her very occupied mind. "Mate..." the voice came again in her head, "Mate..." she whispered again. Reyes gritted his teeth now, it was obvious that he felt rather insulted that this... girl was refering to him as her mate! How prepostrous! He looked the girl over, her dress spoke of what class she came from and her skin, although not quite bad, was still not as smooth as should be. He could not even find her courage impressive but rather insulting. He felt Zina squeeze his arm a little and even without looking at her, he could tell that she was upset. His wolf could sense it. "I could never be your mate," he said to her, loud enough for the others standing around them and watching to hear, "You're not and could never be my..." "Mate," she said again quite daringly, only that this time, she was not the only one to say it. Reyes paused and narrowed his eyes. He had heard the other person say the word and it had come from behind him, but then... that voice... He turned around just as his twin sister was coming around from behind him. She had on the same look as the rather daring young lady before him and she seemed to be gasping for air as if she had run a marathon. He watched at first in confusion as the two women slowly approached each other, and then it dawned on him and his eyes widened. "Mate?" he whispered, realizing that the person this girl had been refering to as "mate" had not been him, but his twin sister. He looked around at the crowd, by now a lot of them had begun whispering into each other's ears and looking at both him, his sister and this strange girl funny. A girl could never be mated to another girl, never in the history of Nightshade pack had this happened, never in the history of any pack had he heard that it happened. Just before the two women could touch, or hug, or do whatever it was that the mate bond was making them to do, he grabbed on to his sister's wrist and yanked her away from the girl. The women, as if suddenly pulled away from a trance, gasped, their breath returning to them and their eyes falling to him. Reyes cast one last long look of disgust at the girl as realization dawned on her and fear came to her eyes. She was quick to bow to him in respect but he was much too disgusted and angry to want to respond to her. He gritted his teeth, cast one last glance at the crowd, disengaged his arm from Zina before he turned away, pulling his sister along with him. Zina looked on sadly as Reyes left her in the middle of the crowd, pulling his sister away from the eyes of the crowd. She returned her attention to Ivone who stood shaken before them and she took in a deep breath as her mother who had now come to stand very close to her squeezed her arm. Zina knew that now more than ever, she needed to maintain a certain image before the eyes of everyone. SHe was now not the ordinary Zina Vagne they all knew but Alpha Prince Reyes' mate and the soon to be Luna. As Damaris made her way through the crowd to come stand with her sister, Zina was already cooking up punishments that they two would face the moment they would get home. So she smiled at them and turned away, walking with her mother, she would not want any one to associate her with them. Now her status was elevated and theirs just got way lower. They would have to leave the house but before then, they would be dealt with, most especially Ivone.Two years had passed since the final battle, and the once divided lands of Elyrian and Nyxoria now stood united under a single banner. Peace had not come easily, but it had come, and with it the slow and steady work of rebuilding what war had torn apart. Villages scorched by fire, homes shattered by conflict, lives fractured by grief—all were being stitched back together, piece by piece, under the watchful eyes of the new regime.The grand throne room of the Elyrian castle now served as the central seat of power for both kingdoms. Sunlight streamed in through tall stained-glass windows, casting softened colors over the long stone table where the Deltas had gathered. Maps and ledgers were scattered across the surface, ink still wet on pages cataloguing food reserves, medical supply routes, and construction efforts for Nyxorian villages devastated in the conflict.Jaxon stood at the head of the table, strong and composed, dressed in formal robes bearing the crest of both kingdoms interw
For the first time, true fear took root in his eyes. Not the prideful arrogance of a conqueror, not the rage of a rival. Fear. The kind that settles deep and cold when one realizes the end has come.He opened his mouth to speak, but only a wet gurgle emerged. He stared up at Triston, choking on his own blood, the flicker of defiance finally extinguished as his gaze began to lose focus.Triston stood over him, unmoving, a predator watching the last breath leave the body of his enemy. And when Reyes’s hand finally fell limp and his chest stopped rising, only then did Triston lift his head toward the sky and release a slow, thunderous growl that echoed through the hall. It was not a cry of triumph, it was a warning, the alpha had claimed his vengeance then he fixed his eyes on the falls Nyxorian Alpha as he approached him."This is for Annora’s body you desecrated," Triston snarled, his voice a low rumble laced with wrath and grief. Still in his wolf form, he stepped forward and planted
Ivone dragged herself upright with a grimace, her good hand gripping the edge of the doorframe for balance as she slipped into the room. Every breath was laced with pain, her broken arm a searing line of fire down her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.The room was quiet now—hauntingly so compared to the chaos outside. Her eyes landed on the bed, the sheets tangled and torn. With trembling fingers, she stumbled toward it and ripped a strip of fabric free. Her teeth clenched as she forced herself to the small table nearby, where a pair of long wooden spoons rested forgotten near a plate of half-eaten fruit.“This’ll have to do,” she murmured through a gasp, sweat dotting her brow.Bracing herself, she set the spoons parallel to the limb, aligned as best she could by touch and instinct. Then, with the strip of cloth in her teeth and tears streaking silently down her cheeks, she began to wrap her arm. The pain was blinding. White-hot. But she bit down on the scream and kept going u
“No!” Reyes barked, voice thunderous and primal. His body quivered with fury, lips peeled back from sharp teeth. “She stays exactly where she is.” He fixed Triston with a fiery, defiant glare, his chest heaving. “She’s mine now, Elyrian. Marked and claimed. Step aside, return to your kingdom, she's not going anywhere with you.”Triston’s growl deepened, rising from his chest like a storm gathering force, a sound that rattled the very air in the space and seemed to shake the very walls of the castle, vibrating through the cracked stones and dust-choked air. His silver coat bristled, catching the light from the torches that lined the corridor, and his claws scraped against the marble as he stepped forward—slowly, deliberately—like death incarnate stalking its prey, muscles coiling beneath his fur like a predator on the verge of snapping. Every muscle in his massive frame coiled with lethal intent, his shoulders squared, body low to the ground in a hunter’s crouch. His head lowered but
Triston thundered up the final flight of stairs, his massive wolf form a blur of silver muscle and fury. His paws pounded against the stone floor, each step reverberated through the stone like a war drum, his claws sparking against the ancient flagstones as he followed the scent in a rhythm of urgency—hers. The corridors blurred past him, tapestries whipping in his wake from the sheer force of his speed, but his focus never wavered.The scent was stronger now. Hers. Ivone.The corridors led him straight to a grand, open hallway, and the sharp scent of blood struck him like a blade to the chest—the unmistakable mix of blood and fear, tangled with her familiar essence. His lungs pulled in the scent with a snarl lodged deep in his throat. She was close—too close to danger. He pushed harder, his heart pounding against his ribcage like it could break free, each step a prayer, a promise, a threat.He surged forward and rounded the corner into another wide, dimly lit hallway—and paused momen
Snarling, he spun away from the balcony with renewed rage, his cloak whipping behind him. His boots slammed against the marble as he stormed back to Ivone, who still sat shackled to the bed, staring at him with narrowed eyes, one wrist chained, her body tense with uncertainty.He crossed the room in swift, angry strides. “You won’t be here for him to find,” he spat, grabbing the chain and unlocking it with a swift flick of the key he pulled from around his neck.Ivone jerked back, but he caught her before she could react. His hand clamped around the back of her neck, fingers digging cruelly into her skin as he yanked her from the bed.“Let go of me!” she screamed, struggling to pry his hand off.“Quiet!” he barked, dragging her toward the door.She kicked against him, twisting her body, but it only made him grip tighter. “You think he’ll save you?” Reyes growled. “You think I’ll let him take you from me after everything I have come to learn?”“Triston will kill you,” she spat, breathl