My Forever ManChapter 11 Roselinda just left my room, I’m sure she went to give another daily report about myself to the king. He’s really getting on my nerves. I want freedom, I don’t think I was able to get to this world just to be a human pet to a werewolf king. I feel like I have a greater purpose or maybe I’m just a pawn in some stupid game. Whatever the case I will not be a pet or a pawn. While Roselinda was gone, I needed to finish my plan to escape this room. I need to see who these delegates were. Anyway, I will need to figure this out soon. I hear they are to arrive tomorrow. While in mid thought Roselinda came back into my room. Cheeto hopped off his stand and came over to my bed where I was laying and climbed his way up. He was sitting with me as she came towards me. “So, what news did you report to your master this time?” I asked her. She was stunned with my bluntness. “Milady, what makes you think I was giv

My Forever ManChapter 13                  Today is the day for the long-awaited meeting between us and Werewolves and the Witches and the Fae. We rarely ever pass onto each other’s land but since we have a new Vampire lord it was time to resign our treaties. Us Vampires live in Blath-fola. Our lands look like any other lands just because we are vampires doesn’t mean we dwell in dark dank unforgiving lands. We have many forests, mountains, and plains. And on the edge of our plains is small desert that borders us from the witches. I have been tasked as one of the guards to his Lordship Damian Lysander. He is the twenty second son of the Lysander kingdom since the war that wiped out humans. I was in charge of our meals. We kept volunteers for this. While serving the Lordship as his third in command I also help procure new volunteers and keep the current ones

Chapter 15Emma’s POV “Roselinda I’m sorry I didn’t mean for Cheeto to get out of hand. We were trying to occupy ourselves. I was teaching him a new trick. On a side note, I can get him to light things on fire when I tell him too. But I didn’t mean the guard on fire. He startled me and made Cheeto lose focus.” I tried to explain to her. “Milady it’s okay. He’s fine. I think it’s much more of an honor to find out Phoenix’s can project fire and not just be reborn from fire. There is so much to learn about him.” Roselinda gleamed. It appeared she wasn’t upset at all. “Are you reporting everything I do with Cheeto to Delmor?” I asked her. “Yes, Master seems to think you have a talent to take care and learn things he can do. He is informing his scholars of everything you learn about him, or you teach him.” Roselinda explained. I wonder if he wants to gain the upper hand using Cheeto in a war or something? Anyway, the delegates should be

Chapter 17The as each delegate left my thrown room, I sent them each with one of my own as a guard. Roselinda and Roland stayed back with me. I didn’t want the delegates walking around unaccompanied anymore. “Roland, I didn’t forget that I asked Lysander about my guards. I think that fellow who I killed, and Max must have killed them. I want Max held in the prison under extra guards. I will question him myself tomorrow. As for you Roselinda I’m sorry you found out about your heritage in this manner. But if you wish to remain in my territory, you will obey my orders first and foremost. Your lucky Emma was not seriously harmed. Her arm has already healed, thank goodness vampire bites heal fast. But this could have ended far worse. Please take care of your affairs by the end of tomorrow and decide on who your loyalties lie with.” Roselinda had tears in her eyes. But she has known the entire time since she grew up in my kingdom that if you live here you live by

Emma POV It was early morning, it had to be it was barely light out, the sun had yet to warm up the room. I slowly woke and noticed I was being held by Delmor. He had me securely in his arms, I was warm and content. Why did he create these reactions from my body? My mind was telling me he was too close to soon, but my body curved around his and greedily soaked up his warmth. I was staring into his face lost in thought when he spoke and scared the crap out of me. “Paint a portrait it will last longer.” He said startling me. I regained my witty composure and said. “You know in my world we have a similar saying; take a picture it will last longer. Funny how our worlds have similar sayings and languages and even accents.” “Your right, you even speak our language.” Delmor said. “It’s called English in my country.” I replied. “It’s our only language here it’s just how we speak. The witches do ha