Summer, or now as she should call herself, Serena belatedly realises that the car doesn’t take a straight path as it should. After riding for a while, she has to shield her eyes from blinding light and before long; they are in a completely different place. Gone is the deserted road lined with trees on either side. In its place, there’s a huge gate, probably built with bronze in front of them. She swallowed down the thick lump that felt like it would stifle her breath and turned her questioning gaze towards her father.    “We are home,” her father replied softly. A smile softened his otherwise fearsome face. The fae king was not in his human form anymore, and Serena realised that she did not mind. The gates opened smoothly, and the car rolled in. Serena’s heart drummed in her chest, her stomach knotted and unknotted as the car manoeuvred around a huge circular-shaped fountain and finally

Serena’s mouth remained agape for the better part of the tour. From the chandeliers, to the magical fountains, from the musical room to the garden filled with fireflies, from the huge ball room to the enormous dining hall — everything awed her.    Jordan, to her surprise, was really an agreeable guy, who made her feel comfortable. Midway in the tour, she had started to enjoy it actually, her trepidations slowly ebbing away and giving way to easy, albeit small, smiles and occasional chuckles.    He cracked jokes, stage-whispered stuff about the members in the Fae kingdom as if it's top secret and provided a lot of context to some places, like how the musical room acquired its name or how many feasts and balls had been held till date and so on. He did most of the talking and filled the awkward silences with his chatter. She a

“You! How did you manage to mess it up! Why did you let her go!”    Dorian blinked at the Augur, unfazed by the older man’s fury, his almost reddened face or the bulging vein on his forehead. He crossed his arms across his chest and continued staring at him while he rambled away and spewed nonsense. Kai, however, wanted to rip off his tongue and claw at his throat, the office was empty and no one would know until it would be too late, but Dorian knew that wouldn’t be...civil.    “Are you done?” he finally asked, cutting the Augur off, mid-anger rant. He uncrossed his legs and stood up from the couch. The Augur’s nostrils flared. He stomped the cane he was carrying on the hardwood floor, the sound echoing in the empty cabin.    “Answer me,” he hissed. Dorian co

Serena blinked when she heard Mr. King addressed Jordan, who had frozen on the spot. She gazed at the latter in confusion while his eyes remained trained on the alpha beside her. “P-prince?” she couldn’t help but repeat. She looked from one to the other as the men glared at each other.  Jordan was the first one to break eye contact. His gaze softened when they met Serena’s. “I will explain it to you later.” Serena pursed her lips and nodded uncertainly and Dorian hated the way she just...obeyed. He hated the way Jordan dared to look at his mate and the way his mate trusted that man.   “Why are you here?” he asked Dorian sharply.  “To meet my mate,” came the prompt and possessive reply and had Ser

Serena called Barbara later and recounted everything. The latter sounded quite surprised on hearing this. “He went to fae kingdom?” Barbara repeated in awe. Serena had never heard her so taken aback. “Yes,” she mumbled, her cheeks heating up when she now remembered how she had a conversation in this very room.  “What do you think? What is your decision?” Serena sighed. “I...think...I should give him a chance.” Her...mate looked vulnerable while he explained his actions. Even though it was painful for her, she wanted to consider. Barbara hummed in agreement. “Alright. Keep me informed and if you need me to give him some piece of advice then I will.”  Serena was slightly taken aback at the protective tone in