“Nice to see you.”             Standing, facing her own mother. She had this long bluish hair braided and intertwined. Those almond eyes resemble hers, delicate lips, and their face contour. No doubt they’re mother and daughter.    “Y-You’ve already grown up, Honey.” Lilia stepped closer to her. Reaching out her hands to her cheeks like she missed doing that to her.             Her heart thumped, hammering her chest, smiling from ear to ear, letting her tears roll down uncontrollably. The unexplainable feeling inside…   “Denise… I’m sorry, Honey.” Lilia hugged her as she lets out all her grievances and longing for her daughter whom she kept for long years.         &

Denise Soleil’s POV My eyes can’t keep away from the tiny red gem sitting in my hand. The tiny thorns surrounding every coil in its frizzled structure didn’t change, still serrated and jagged that the longer it stayed in my hands out of its sphere chamber, the deeper it penetrates my palm.“I think we lost them,” sounded a panting voice that emanated from behind me. I simply veered a glance at her and replied a nod before tossing her a pair of clothes. A shirt and cargo pants I got from the human world. A day after I came back from that world, the clothes I bought from the humans seemed to be easier to slide in. Thus, I ordered Lachlan to scatter bags containing these fabrics across the territory for the warriors and even us to have something covering our bodies after we shift rather than walking around naked.“Then what do we gonna do next? It’s not like we can easily return to the pack mansion and carry on with the inauguration, right?” Sydney blurted a

 “What do you want? Why don’t you just step down from your place and let her take over? You’re not pushing me away just because of your concern for your sister but of something else.” “I want to stop the war, Magnus. I need you and this place beside you to fulfill that mission. Let me be your queen and that is all I’m asking from you.” “What about loving you?” “What about loving you?” “What about loving you?” “Putang— arrgghhh!” I irritatedly pulled my hair in frustration hearing those words repeat and echo inside of my head. For three hours. For freaking three hours! And what’s more terr

 “Afana!”           My eyes forcedly opened as the same reaction and voice reverberated inside of my head like it was a direct call. I roamed my sight across the room I’m in and sighed, I’m still in the same room, no changes and still no one discovered traveled back in an important scenario time.           It may look far from the dimly lighted royal room I saw, but the chills it sends feel the same. Perhaps, because this place witnessed the real history. The past that had been concealed by the anti-peace’s lies.           Anti-peace congress’ lies.           A sly smirk formed on my lips as a thought entered my brai

 “He’ll only give you the crest once you accept the proposal.” “What proposal?” “The envelope he gave you the other day.”            The glossy cream-colored envelope on my hand crumpled, replaying what his Beta said last night. He did give me a fake one and the envelope he gave me back in the cursed palace was actually a written marriage proposal as Marcus said!           And what’s unacceptable was it just contains… ‘Birds do it. Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it; let’s do it. Let’s fall in love.’           Who calls that a marriage proposal?! “Speed u