Allana POV I grew up with Queen Belladonna, playing on the castle grounds; she was always a gorgeous woman. She had the classical beauty of the Unseelie royal bloodline, long silky straight black hair. Heart-shaped face, large ebony eyes with high cheekbones, full lips, and flawless golden skin. She was tall and slim in build. Belladonna was one of the most powerful queens the Unseelie had ever seen. Her charisma pulled people to her; when she spoke, no one could look away from her; she demanded attention and received it. The average life span for Fae is four hundred and fifty years, some Fae has lived to be six hundred years old, but they are rare. My mate Nathaniel was an old Fae when I met him. I loved him dearly. He was my soul mate, and when he died, I was crushed. I did not want to go on living. I never got to tell him he was going to be a father. Nathaniel always wanted a son. We did not think I could conceive because of Nathaniel's age. Belladonna realized I was pregnant bef

Lisha POV I am sure Jasmine is more cat than a wolf; she hasn't stopped creeping around the room all morning. Her short dark hair is cut in a pixie style, accentuating her large green eyes-long black eyelashes and olive skin. Jasmine is a little taller than me; she is beautiful. It is a shame she is such a bitch. Leaning my back against the bedhead, I have my legs straight and crossed at my ankles; I wiggle my toes and ask, “So, Jassie, what are we doing today?” She spins around, growling as she says, “I told you not to call me that, Lisha.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smirk, “And I told you I don't give a fuck, Jassie.” Jasmine hasn't managed to take all my Fae senses away as she thought; I can hear her heart rate pick up as her anger rises. “Do you have a death wish, Lisha?” I snort, “If you mutts wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now.” Her eyes glaze over for a couple of minutes before she looks down at me and sneers, “Get up the King wishes to speak to y

Lisha POV They say history repeats itself, and I am starting to believe it. I groaned and picked myself back off the ground; this is not Skyla I am training with; my opponent is not my friend. Sharna is a quick-tempered nasty bitch; that's one of the reasons I chose her as my sparring partner. Sharna smirks at me as she sneers, “Why don't you give up, Fae? I would hate for you to break a nail.” I snort, “If I wanted your opinion Sharna, I would flush the toilet.” A few wolves watch us snickering; she shakes her head before lunging at me. Her fist connects with the side of my head, my knees buckle, and I am back on my ass on the ground. “Had enough yet, Lisha?” “Nope, come at me again.” This time, she rolls her eyes; I turn when she throws a punch, hitting her in the temple with my elbow. She staggers but doesn't go down, growling; she comes at me, holding nothing back. Knocking me to the ground, she punches me repeatably in the face. Everyone stops when a growl resonates throug

Lisha POV Damian throws me over his shoulder; my voice is breathless when I ask. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Damian?” “In ten seconds, Lisha, your week is up, your all mine.” My toes curl as my heat floods my core. When he passes Theo, he says, “Look after everything for a couple of days.” Theo laughs, “Days are you sure you have it in you.” Damian growls as he slaps my ass; we have reached his chambers in less than a minute. He places me on the floor, a predatory smile on his face as he says, “Why don't you have a shower, Lisha? It might calm your nerves.” His eyes lock with mine as I smile at him, peeling my clothes off and dropping them at his feet. “Why don't you join me, Damian? Your heart is beating so fast.” A soft growl rumbles through his chest as he turns me around, pushing me toward the bathroom. His skin connecting with mine takes my breath away; I lean against his hard chest as he reaches across me to turn the water on. I can feel his length pr

Lisha POV Damian runs his hand down my back; I turn to face him. It is late, and we are in bed; this is my favorite time of day. The castle is quiet, and everyone except the guards have retired for the night. He pulls me closer so there isn't an inch between our bodies. “How is your training with Lilly going, my love? I chuckle as I answer him, “You know how it's going, Damian; Lilly reports to you every afternoon.” He kisses my forehead and moves back so I can see his face; his brown eyes darken with emotion as he says, “I need you to stay close to her for the next couple of weeks, my love.” I sit up; a chill runs down my spine, “Why, Damian, what is going on?” He growls, pulling me back down to lay beside him, wrapping his muscular arms around me so I can't move. “There has been unrest in the Vampire realm; I have called the werewolf packs back here to gather any information they may have. It will be safer for them to be inside my borders.” My heart pounds; Xavier and Sk