[First Failed Attempt] ZAIDEN My eyes glowed red with anger at my disability to capture the princess. I failed. I had one objective and I failed. How could I have allowed that to happen? I stormed through the walls of the Tudor-styled three-story castle, the clump of my footsteps echoing on the tiled flooring and bouncing off the wall-papered walls. As soon as I was inside, floor-to-ceiling doors slammed shut behind me, caging me inside a dark entryway—sophisticated and decorated in intricately designed woodwork. Priceless artifacts and paintings of those gone on before adorned the walls. For centuries, brick walls and sections of decorative siding made from wooden beams and white stucco held the structure together, while narrow, multi-paned windows grouped to reflect the castle’s medieval roots and allow enough light to enter the home. I stalked toward my father’s quarters. As I neared the door, a guard stepped in front of me, blocking my path from going further. His face remaine
[Lunch or Her] SEBASTIAN Yesterday was nothing short of spectacular. Sure, it didn’t end how it started and I acknowledged I was at fault. Telling her werewolves were real wasn't like telling her the sky was blue. I should've known she wouldn't jump into my arms at finding out my Goddess made us a fated pair either. A guy could still try, right? How had I been so dumb to not want another mate? Better question: how could I have been so dumb to not want her as a mate? Yet, the moment she opened the door, my insecurities went flying out the window. Don't even get me started on that kiss. Her lips were so delicate and inviting, I just had to have a taste. It was out of this world impossible to pull away from her. Not to mention her bewilderment from the vision we shared. I supposed in some way, seeing our future selves somehow helped her to understand I wasn't messing around. I could only wonder now… what did that mean for us? Would she finally stop fighting fate and accept what must
[Forgiveness over Hate] SIERRA I rested my elbow on the table and put my chin on it, gazing out the window. Ms. Dorothy never interfered with my personal life like that before today. Regardless of how many times we (Jensen, Katie, and I) visited the cafe, she would mostly greet us, take our orders, then tell us to enjoy our meal. We always did that unbothered. Color me surprised when she intervened, as though it was something she always did. What bothered me most was her lack of interaction with Sebastian. Did she have something against him? What was it about him being here with me that bothered her? Since I started eating here, I was never rude to her or the other employees, and I didn't want to start now. Hence the reason I said little about Jensen and Katie. It didn't concern her. Sebastian was another customer, and she should've treated him as such instead of giving him the third degree. Ms. Dorothy had always treated us as her frequent customers. Sometimes she would even g
[Melancholy] SIERRA "Isn’t that crazy, mom? How can you not be my mother? You raised me. You birthed me. Right?" My mother hadn't moved or spoken since I said it. Why? Why was she so silent? Her eyes flitted between the table, the wall behind my head, and her hands but not my face. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "Mom," I croaked, tears welling in my eyes. "Are you not my mom?" My voice was so soft and broken that I barely recognized it. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. "Mom, please tell me this stranger didn't know something about me that you and dad hid from me all my life? Are you my parents or not?" I all but screamed at her. "Watch your tone, young lady!" I laughed bitterly, throwing my head back as though I'd heard the stupidest yet funniest joke of the century. I even wiped the imaginary tear from my eye. "Watch my tone." I reiterated mockingly. "You cannot answer one easy question—which I knew the answer, yet you can tell me t
[Unrequited Love] ARIANNE I curled up in bed with the sun beaming down on my face, eyes swollen and sleep-deprived. Since I came in last night, I hadn't moved from this spot on the bed. Nor had I slept a wink. My entire body ached, and it was all because Zach couldn't accept what was. Everything was going so well between us. We'd found each other, and although I was still head over heels in love with Sebastian—unsure if that would ever change—he could have given me the time I asked to at least try to make our relationship work. "Are you being serious right now? Mates are supposed to love each other. One isn't supposed to put the other on the back burner while they love another. It doesn't work like that," screamed Sable in my head. "What the hell would you know?" I grumbled at her and closed the link. Even that was giving me a headache. The last thing I needed was someone else telling me what I did was wrong when I knew it wasn't. I loved Sebastian with my whole heart. In my h
[Closing Doors] SEBASTIAN "What you're telling me is your first mate—the one who mysteriously died—told you I was in danger?" Sierra asked. She quirked an inquisitive brow, and then she began to laugh. "Sebastian, you understand what death means, right?" "Of course, I know what death means. It sounds ridiculous—believe me, I know—but it's the truth. When she told me, I didn't understand what she meant right away when she said to find her. Yeah, find who? Even Rory didn't understand until he put two and two together when he saw Sasha for himself. He, too, was skeptical. Hell, even my own mother cussed me for soiling Sasha's name." "And within reason! If my mother told me she saw my dead father and he gave her a message, I would say she was insane too," Sierra remarked. "Anyway, that was what sent me on the path to find you. When I left the bar, I was about to head back home and conjure up a lie to tell my mother why I returned without my second mate." "Okay. Then what changed you
[The Trail] SIERRA The next day, I was sitting at my writing desk, staring at a blank sheet of paper. I was damn near frustrated and angry at my lack of words. I'd been sitting there for about an hour. Still, I couldn't think of what to say or how to begin the letter. "How hard is it to string a few words together?" I banged my hand on the desk and winced with regret. "Ow!" "Okay, Sierra. Calm down. Take a deep breath..." I inhaled deeply and held my breath for another second. "... and exhale." As I did. All I needed were a few words. A few words to explain why I was writing this letter rather than addressing this matter face-to-face. And why I chose to leave with a man I hardly knew. Another few minutes went by and the words still refused to come. My brain was hurting from overthinking it, and I was certain my eyes would pop from their sockets soon enough after staring at the paper for so long. But I refused to sit there and force words out of my head. They should come naturally,
[The Strange Pull] ZAIDEN Head down, buried in the papers my father sent over an hour ago, a knock on the door interrupted my train of thought. “Yes, come in,” I called, drawing away from the desk, perturbed by the distraction. “Your Highness, please forgive my intrusion,” the guard called, his cheeks red as he kept his gaze low. “Sire, Mr. Gerard is requesting a meeting.” I didn’t wait for him to say anything further. Securing the documents on my desk from prying eyes, I scurried from the office and followed the guard out the door. He led me into my suite, where I found Gerard sitting in the parlor staring out the large windows. “Ah, Gerard, just the man I needed to see.” I advanced further into the room and closed the large doors behind me. “What good news do you have for me? Have they found her?” His back stiffened at my words. “My apologies, Your Highness, we lost the Princess.” His back faced the window, and our eyes met for the first time since I entered the room. I was