“Wake up sleepyhead”, Zikur whispered as he hovered above the queen, his lips an inch away from hers. He would have let her sleep some more, but the sun was set to rise an hour from now, and he needed her out of his room before the servants began walking about.Dogara pried her eyes open, widening them when she saw him. She slapped him and pushed him off. Zikur stood up with a groan, massaging his cheek.“You fucking slapped me!”, he yelled, looking at her.“And I would do so again if you don’t fucking keep your distance”, she snarled. “What the hell are you doing in my son’s room?”Zikur chuckled. “Your son’s room? Baby girl, you’re in my room”.“What? How did that…”, she trailed off when she realized that he was right. She was in his room. How did that even happen?She exhaled sharply before saying, “How did I end up here? I was in Sia’s room so how did I get here?”, she asked, pulling her robe tighter across her body”.“I don’t know”.She rose a brow. “Zikur, if you’re lying to me,

Isla snuck out of the local prison only to bump into Madam Negro. She shot her a small smile before trying to manoeuvre the fat lady. She didn’t move.“Miss Torver, I was hoping we could have a word.”‘It’s Mrs.’,she wanted to say but waved it away, frowning. “I am listening.”Madam Negro looked around. “Not here. Maybe somewhere private. I would have said we should talk in your place but I’m not so sure what impression it would give for a woman of my status to be seen dining with um…a prostitute.”Isla’s frown deepened. “I’m a worker Madam Negro. You can’t address me as a prostitute simply because I earn a living from cleaning bar stands.”The stout woman snorted. “I can and will address you however I like. Just because your daughter has been seen talking with the king doesn’t make you any higher than an omega.”Isla stifled a smile. “So this is what this is about. Look Madam Negro, I didn’t force my daughter to the royal family. I didn’t beg the Vampire King to take an interest in h

As Toreh pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered, she was immediately hit by the humid warmth that enveloped her. The air was thick with the scents of fragrant oils and herbs. The soft, flickering glow of candles lined the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper tales of forgotten legends.The centerpiece of the bathhouse was a series of interconnected pools, each one larger than the last. The pools were made of glistening blue tiles that shimmered like frozen sapphires under the soft candlelight. Intricately designed mosaics depicted scenes of nature, mythological creatures, and historical events, adding a touch of artistry to the serene ambiance.Toreh's eyes were drawn to the largest pool at the center, and her breath caught as she took in the scene before her. Eloive was reclining in the pool, his sculpted form partially submerged in the warm water. Two young maids, their clothing clinging to their bodies, stood on either side of him, diligently lathering his s

Sycamore and I found ourselves in the tranquil embrace of the royal gardens. The air was filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers, and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze provided a soothing backdrop to our clandestine meeting.As soon as I stepped into the gardens, Sycamore greeted me with a kiss that was both passionate and longing. My heart raced as I wound my arms around his neck, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. Our lips met in a profound connection, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us for far too long.The kiss was electrifying, the profoundness of our lips touching and our tongues pressing together made it impossible to think of anything else. In that stolen moment, my hand instinctively cupped his cheek, drawing us closer together. The world outside ceased to exist as we immersed ourselves in the intoxicating dance of our desires.However, our stolen moment was soon interrupted by Sycamore's voice, filled with a mixture of frustration and

“So, the tattoos?”, Sycamore asked as he toweled off. I wanted to touch him, but I don’t think he would return the favour if I did, because if he wanted to touch me, he would have done so in the bathroom.“I saw it on Eloive’s skin.”He frowned. “Eloive? I don’t think I know the lad.”“He’s Ruarc’s son.”“So, what about him?”“Well, he and his uncle were arguing and his uncle, Thane snapped his neck out of anger. He fell to the ground dead and when he woke up, healed or whatever, he had tattoos on his left arm.”Sycamore slipped on underwear before asking, “Was the arm fully tatted?”I nod.He sighed. “What about it? Should I be worried?”“It’s not your job to worry about the son of the enemy Crimson.”“Ruarc is not my enemy. He’s, my mate.”“That’s where you’re wrong Crimson. He is not your mate. You are his mate. There’s a difference.”“Nah, it’s just your jealousy speaking.”A deep rumble left his chest. “Jealousy? Why the fuck would I be jealous of an Icelander huh?”“I don’t know