After the morning meeting with Estelle, Alexander, perhaps wisely, thought it better to place the burden of helping me choose my ladies to someone else. An older lady names Agatha, who was far too old to be of any direct threat to me. Much to my disgust, Estelle was still to be included in my court. The idea of which had my teeth on edge. To my relief, Estelle rarely graced us with her presence. And the few times that she did, it was merely for appearance before slipping away. I had no deception to know that she was most likely slipping away to find my mate, and as much as I disliked the idea that she was still trying to win her way into his affections. I also knew that I would not be around long enough for it to matter.   Between Agatha and myself, we selected a small group of women, ten in total. All of which were around my age. Some mated, others were not. All were from noble families across England and Europe. I had been informed that selecting wolves from t

With the residual thoughts of what would become of the future Black family lingering in my mind, the rest of the day went by in a dreary haze. The fact of the matter was I had no idea what would happen to the Black family. When Granny Lou told me the story of the Last Alpha King, she never specified who his Queen was. In fact, now I come to think of it, I wasn’t even sure of when the events of the story were set to take place. She said that the King was hard and ruthless, well I can see that for myself. She also said that Alexander softened with time, and I am yet to see any evidence of that happening. Maybe her story was just that. A story. Surely there was no credence to her words? I was jolted out of my ponderings to the door of our quarters slamming open, and a very drunk Alexander sauntering through it. Trying, and failing to stand straight on his own feet, he takes one step forward only to crash into a sideboard resting to the side of the door.

Alexander   “Alexander, you need to make a decision on this. It cannot be put off any longer.” My beta huffed out in agitation. I knew I had been as difficult as I could reasonably be on the matter of my marriage. But the fact of the matter was I simply wasn’t ready. “You can tell the council that they can shove their marriage proposition somewhere the s…” “You know very well that will get you nowhere Alex.” He cut in. “They want answers. Your people need and heir, and you are not getting any younger.” He spoke bluntly. Arthur and I had been friends far too long for him to stand on ceremony around me. We spoke openly, if not respectfully. I trusted him more than any other person on this planet. We had been my best friend since childhood. Him along with a small ground of others of our age had wreaked havoc around the castle in the time long before all of this madness ever seemed to be a possibility. He ha

“You made a mistake in shutting me out Rosalie.” My wolf’s voice echoed through my mind. It was a strange sensation, like being in a large cave, the noise bouncing off of every wall and echoing in every crevice. “I know. I’m sorry, but I was scared. I didn’t know what else to do.” It was the truth. I was eighteen, and I had killed someone. I hated that part of myself. It had been my most deep and darkest secret for ten years now. I had never told anyone what had happened that night. The guilt had eaten me alive for so long, until I found a way to deal with the grief of what I had done. I had told myself that if it wasn’t him, it would have been me. He had no intention of keeping me alive that night. “You could have talked to me Rosalie. I would have helped you.” My wolf seemed sad. Perhaps she was. Afterall, we should have been one, I was supposed to trust her more than any other being. She was me and I was her. “You have helped me. You have been a voice of r

My afternoon with Alexander had left me shaken. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his confession. A part of me understood his admittance of not being able to give me his heart. After all, I didn’t love him, if anything I hated him. I was trying my best to get away from him. The mate bond would only go so far before real feelings have to come into the situation.  The bond planted the seeds of emotion into your soul, how deep that connection grew was up to you and the one you were destined for. For most, the pull of the bond was irresistible. But for some, like us, the pull was only too easy to resist. For Alexander, he had built up a wall that was much too high to scale since his family’s death. For me, it was more the way Alexander was that made me question our compatibility. That, and the fact I was not meant to live in this time. I had a home, a family and even a man waiting for me back home. There was nothing about Alexander’s world that drew me to stay. My doub